Of the actors to transform themselves most dramatically this decade, from Christian Bale in The Fighter to Jared Leto in Jean-Marc Vallée’s Dallas Buyers Club, Jake Gyllenhaal is a master of the form, and yet he lacks the Oscar to show for it. He was buff and bald for Jarhead, bulky and scarred for Southpaw, and bug-eyed and skeletal for Nightcrawler. If he wasn’t such a skilled actor, you might confuse him for a glorified stuntman. So Vallée’s Demolition feels like an aberration, because he looks so… normal. Or at least he starts out that way.

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Once Davis Mitchell (Gyllenhaal) loses his wife, he stops shaving and doing all that other Wall Street worker stuff. Instead, he becomes a demolition man who dismantles refrigerators, computers, and other items that don’t work as they should. The symbolism may be heavy-handed, and the message obvious—everyone mourns in their own way—but Gyllenhaal makes Davis’s funny-sad journey worth watching.

Strong support from Naomi Watts, as a sympathetic customer service rep, and newcomer Judah Lewis, as her up-for-anything son, doesn’t hurt, but Demolition is almost as much of a one-person show as Wild, Vallée’s previous film. recommended