Teller's recovering addict has moments of subtle heartbreak comparable to those in the actor's auspicious Rabbit Hole debut, and I would've been perfectly content to see an entire film devoted to the shared sizzle of Brolin and Jennifer Connelly, whose relationship feels charged with erotic heat and churning pain in ways that few screen marriages ever do. (Ken Nolan's and Eric Warren Singer's screenplay also features a healthy helping of cute, especially after Teller's and Taylor Kitsch's former antagonists become devoted roomies and host a sleepover for Teller's toddler daughter.) Yet if the on-screen conflagrations are impressive in their realism and matter-of-fact detail, they're still outmatched, in those regards, by the central performers, who paint vivid portraits based on mere brushstrokes. Structurally, nothing that happens deviates from the norm, with the introductions to Josh Brolin's crew leader, Miles Teller's newbie recruit, Jeff Bridges' fire chief, and others leading to rather by-the-book sequences of training, early missteps, and later triumphs in between domestic crises and barbecues. But while the movie hardly supplies a Happily Ever After, I at least left happy that, as opposed to a lot of recent real-life-disaster pics, Kosinski's sobering and affecting action drama didn't at all emerge as blindly worshipful ( Sully), needlessly sentimental ( Patriots Day), or completely pointless ( Deepwater Horizon). If you're planning to see Only the Brave and don't recall how that devastating blaze played out, I'm not going to be the one to remind you – though I will suggest sneaking in a fistful of tissues alongside your covertly smuggled candy and soda. ONLY THE BRAVE : By a considerable margin, the weekend's strongest outing proves to be director Joseph Kosinski's salute to the Granite Mountain Hotshots, a team of 20 select firefighters based in Prescott, Arizona, who valiantly battled the state's Yarnell Hill Fire of 2013. There ain't gonna be a lot of gratitude forthcoming. So before proceeding, allow me to express a bit of gratitude for only having to see five this time around. In recent years, as many as eight debuting releases have all landed on this particular autumn weekend – not that any of us likely remembered their titles after a month or two.
And the third weekend in October? That's when studios traditionally throw everything else at the wall to see if anything sticks, and almost none of it ever does. The holiday season brings broad comedies and Oscar bait.
Summer at the cineplex brings with it blockbuster franchises and potential tentpoles.
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