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Brad Pitt and his good buddy in 'Heart of the Beast.' Scott Garfield/Paramount Pictures James Belmont (Brad Pitt) has seen some shit. So has his dog, a German shepherd and very good boy named Odin. A former Army Special Ops commander who still harbors cacophonous, sepia-toned memories of past missions — they could have happened in Afghanistan, or perhaps during a tenure in Iraq, maybe both, possibly neither — he’s now retired from the field. But the battle rages on in his head. The same goes for “Odie.” It’s not unusual for the animal to awake startled in the middle of the night, plagued by nightmares and barking at phantoms. Thankfully, James is there to calm him down. It’s the least he can do after Odin saved his life back in the day. These two have each other’s backs.
Now, all James wants to do is hop in his Cessna, fly deep into the Alaskan wilderness with his best friend, drink some beer, and enjoy the solitude of nature. If he and Odie can catch a fish — anyone still wishing that Pitt would do a belated A River Runs Through It sequel will be stoked to see him back casting again — and cook it over an open fire for dinner, all the better. It’s just a pity that they have to leave their woodsy Eden when a nasty storm comes in. And while there’s never really a good time to have a sudden heart attack, it’s especially inconvenient to experience a cardiac event when you’re gliding thousands of feet above the 49th state’s untamed frontier.
Their plane goes down, hard. It’s 58 miles to the nearest road. James and Odie, both injured, have to hack it out and hike through some seriously treacherous terrain. For them, it’s a literal life-or-death struggle. For us, it’s watching one of the 20th century’s last true movie stars and his four-legged buddy navigate raging rivers and fight wolves against a picture-postcard backdrop in the name of entertainment.
Heart of the Beast knows it’s got genuine Hollywood star power™ on its side. More importantly, this movie knows its primary audience is animal lovers, dads who only go to the movies once a year, and Paramount+ subscribers who’ll eventually catch up with this Pitt ‘n’ Pooch potboiler when it hits the streaming service, so it makes sure to serve all three demographics as soon as humanly (and caninely) as possible. You don’t open your survivalist thriller with a kindly German shepherd staring into a truck-driving civilian’s eyes, then flashing a “One week ago” intertitle, without telegraphing the fact that this isn’t going to end Old Yeller-style. Writer-director David Ayer specializes in the kind of dudecentric movie that makes you feel like your doing one-armed push-ups while watching them, and like his cop dramas (End of Watch), his war dramas (Fury), and his cop-plus-war dramas (Harsh Times), this tale of endurance emits potent doses of testosterone in every frame. It’s hypermasculine cinema, perfect for the stoic man in your life who’d rather face down a pitiless Mother Nature than talk about his relationship with his mother.
