In interviews, Boyle has indicated that the meaning of this story, its take-home message, is that it made Ralston a better person; he learned that he couldn't do everything himself, and that he should swallow his pride and ask for help a little more.
Well, that could be true. But I think the compelling thing about 127 Hours is that it has no message, it has no metaphorical meaning. Aron Ralston one day cut his own arm off. And that's it. His choice was as terrible and unavoidable as the fact of death itself, which, of course, Ralston's magnificent survival has not modified one iota.
Visually, Boyle's film is compelling and there is a poetry in Ralston's vulnerable, fragile flesh being crushed under the weight of a landmass trillions of years in the making. It is an exciting, touching film, which Boyle brings off with enormous skill. It's a skill for which lesser directors would give their … Well, they'd give an awful lot.
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