Film review: Demolition

Watch out, spoilers ahead.

Empty.

For the most part that's how I felt throughout the film, but in a good way.. if that's even possible.

Davis (Jake Gyllenhaal) loses his wife in ICU to a car accident. 'Demolition' follows him on a tumultuous journey, trying to find his lost heart and the crazy lengths he takes to un-numb himself.

It's ironic really. A film that's full of heart, following a man on the search of his.

Davis is someone I thought I wouldn't like.. A Classic white-collar, Wall Street businessman with nothing but fitness and finance on his agenda.

But like him I did.

Gyllenhaal's character took me on an emotional roller coaster ride through mishaps, misfortune and destruction.

He also made me feel nervous. It was hard to predict what appliance or relationship he was going to destroy next, but I guess that's what makes this film so damn good. Who likes to be predictable?

At the start, Davis' life is filled with every shade of grey. His house, his office, his wardrobe. He does crazy stone cold things that correspond the elements surrounding him. That is until he meets Karen (Naomi Watts) and her son.

Karen is a customer service representative that is his first point of contact when he loses his wife. She has a mild marijuana addiction, a curious mind and a kind heart.

Initially, their contact is purely 'professional'. Davis writes a complaint to the vending machine company she works for the day his wife dies. He then continues correspondence with Karen, divulging huge personal detail and eventually they become friends.

Together the trio tackle life's biggest and smallest tribulations and with the help of Karen and her son, Davis starts to rebuild.

Slowly but surely, the ice king melts.