Showing posts with label The Year in Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Year in Review. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2012 In Review: Same Old Same Old




“A man goes to the movies. The critic must be honest enough to admit that he is that man.” --Robert Warshow

Last year, my writing about movies was becoming so ingrained with my own feelings that I entertained the notion I might sub-head "Let's Not Talk About Movies" with "A Personal Journey through Cinema."  Glad I didn't, as nothing could be more obvious.  You can't separate your brain and eyeballs from what is being projected there.  Any writing about "The Movies" is going to be personal and far from objective, and what separates a good reviewer from a bad one is how deeply one sees a film and how well one writes about it.  

Also, I have a day job.  That might actually be the heart of the matter.

I work a day job five days a week, eleven hours a day and my free time is rather precious.  My natural tendency to cherry-pick what I see has been drastically enhanced.  I don't have time to waste any more, which is revealed to me by my lists of films and that I have no literal "Waste of Time" films—my stand-in for "The Worst of 2012"—in my run-down of LNTAM reviews.  That's a good thing, but it is also, curiously, a bad thing.  It ruins perspective and innovation if the only things you see are things you want to see that might be "good." That space seems to have been filled by my quests to find everything in a director's body of work for the "Now I've Seen Everything" series.  The holes I have to fill in from their careers are usually for films I look at and think "What a piece of crap! No wonder I didn't see this..."  so much for the innovation part, but it does give me the perspective that film-making, story-telling—writing, whether with words or images—is a process that isn't mastered immediately.  You have to learn it.



This all struck me as I was previewing the videos for this piece (if, indeed, they show up, as YouTube has been struck by "rights pulls" of an ever-increasing nature).  So often, I looked at the brief—very brief—scenes cut together and thought "I don't remember that/I didn't see that"  I hadn't.  There are a lot of films that I skipped, and these videos just whetted my appetite for catching them on the vid-circuit.  But, also part of it is that a lot of the scenes—filled with swooping CGI created bric-a-brac seemed pretty generic, and everything is starting to look alike.  Don't buy that?  Check out how seamlessly Matt Shapiro makes things join together in his "2012: The Cinescape" video above.*


That makes me think (despite the good films I saw this year) that there was a shallowness, a sameness to this year's crop of movies.  Things were enjoyable, but hardly surprising.  As if to point this out, director Steve Soderbergh's output this year seemed determined to upset the norms—he made Haywire, a chick action flick, and Magic Mike, a stud dance movie, both okay, but they merely broke molds and did not establish new ones.  

Another thing that reinforces that is the diversity in so many 11th hour "10 Best Lists" (which I usually disdain, and see no reason to change my mind).  There are similarities, of course—Zero Dark Thirty, Life of Pi, The Dark Knight Rises**—but, beyond that, the various lists are all over the map.  For example, People Magazine picked Silver Linings Playbook as its No. 1 movie of the year (which fulfills my skepticism about such lists—what lack of perspective would make David O. Russell's admittedly enjoyable scrambled rom-com the best movie of the year?)  So, there's quite a few films that did not line up in my calendar this year, like Atlas Shrugged, Part 2, Cloud Atlas, The Sessions, Django Unchained, Zero Dark Thirty, and Les Miz, and are MIA (Missing in Article).



 
As for my choices this year, I really can't kick, nor would I change them at this point.  Some questions need to be asked, though.  Is The Avengers as good as the Life of Pi?  No.  Of course not.  But, I enjoyed both for completely different reasons...and, contrarily, the same reasons: Entertainment value, and the ability to tell a story with more than words—to really create a resonating narrative through the combination of image and sound.  That's the movies.  And if you're good and you're smart, you can reach an audience and make them believe the illusion, without dumbing it down so much you insult them.






Full Price Tickets:

Life of Pi

Matinees:






Freeze-Frames***

Marvel's The Avengers: Probably the loopiest, most over-the-top, giddiest  superhero moment ever (and reflecting what appears to be the general lack of subtlety in movies this year).  The "puny god" sequence between The Hulk (a motion-captured Mark Ruffalo) and Loki (Tom Huddleston).  "Best.  Hulk. Ever."



Moments after he's stormed out of the room because of another damned Lincoln "story," Secretary of War Edwin Stanton (Bruce McGill) clasps hands with the President (Daniel Day-Lewis) awaiting news (over the telegraph) of the siege at Wilmington.

She had me at "listening to the farm animal's heart-beat's": the performance of Quvenzhané Wallis as Hushpuppy in Beasts of the Southern Wild.  Look, she was five when she made it and there were great performances by more veteran actors this year.  But, really, I'd like her to get some recognition for this come awards season.

The Hobbit announces it's going to be just a little different with a titanic moment of absurdity early on: a dwarf miner lifts up a chunk of molten gold...and two REALLY BIG mallets swing together to shape it. 

Life of Pi: "So it is with God." It's a line so subtle that a lot of smart people haven't "gotten" it, but it resonates throughout the entire movie and back through time to explain our need for story-telling and the reason to explain everything.  And, as his father says "if you believe in everything, you might as well believe in nothing."


Skyfall—James Bond (Daniel Craig) winks (winks!) before creating the smoke-screen that will allow the evacuation of the Intelligence inquiry that, by that time, has become completely irrelevant.  His aim is true...once again.

The grisliest, mind-blowing death in movies this year: Seth (Frank Brennan), playing the older Paul Dano) literally dying a death of a thousand cuts in Looper.

The mock-seriousness of it all in Moonrise Kingdom.  Do we ever grow up...really?

The Master (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) says good-bye to his failed Apostle (Joaquin Phoenix) by crooning softly "I Want to Get You on a Slow Boat to China."  It's not a homo-erotic love scene so much as an admission of defeat and circumstance, from one "out-there" non-conformist to another kindred spirit that he's tried to reach.



Steven Spielberg uses an old trick in a new and more subtle way: the reverse of "The Spielberg Face" shot, as the camera pulls into the back of his head, after a negro soldier (of the Second Cavalry, Colored) has remembered to him the most important words of the Gettysburg Address and the great man considers the depths of those words...from that man.  Lincoln

Captain Whip Whitaker (Denzel Washington) opens up a 'fridge in the adjoining room of his hotel room.  The view is from inside of a meltdown of booze staring at him.  He takes one bottle and puts on the fridge and leaves.  Beat.  Beat.  Beat....Beat.  A hand comes out of frame and very deliberately grabs the bottle, simultaneously breaking promises and your heart.  The very down-to-Earth roller-coaster ride of Flight

Emma Watson sure can dance.  The prom.  The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Hitchcock: The "Master of Suspense" (Anthony Hopkins) paces the theater lobby anticipating "the shower scene" and upon hearing the shrieks of Bernard Hermann's score and the accompanying screams of the audience, begins to conduct the combined high pitches as if it were an orchestra.  Hitchcock (the real one) often made the point that Psycho was an exercise in "playing the audience like a violin" and the movie that bears (and can't diminish) his name hammers the point home in the same obvious way that it does everything else in the film.  Still, it's a lovely little fantasia of terror.
  

Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) sits at a Florence cafe in The Dark Knight Rises—it's a comic-book movie, after all (if you think about it: does he go there every day?) and a Christopher Nolan movie where the surface image always has a big pay-off—the playbook of the entire "Dark Knight" trilogy.  Don't think about it, Bruce.  Enjoy.

Oh, and while we're on the subject of superheroes—Andrew Garfield's skinny, stammering, geeky Peter Parker is the one I remember from the comics, not Tobey McGuire's Hamlet.  

Character reveal in ParaNorman.  That's all I'm saying.

And along the same lines: Brave had a really interesting story development that probably freaked a lot of princesses' mothers out, but didn't it all turn out alright in the end?

Two dream sequences: Life of Pi—the tiger with a man's name is caught gazing into the ocean, prompting Pi to follow suit and see the Universe in the depths of their predicament—a sequence that begins on the tiger's eyes and ending on Pi's, linking them (as, indeed, they always have been); Lincoln—in a blurry black and white image, Lincoln recounts standing on the prow of a ship and seeing land...but never getting there.



One of the things that really does works in the very showy, theatrical Anna Karenina: anticipating the sight of Vronsky in a (mock) horse-race, Anna's (Keira Knightley) fan flutters alarmingly fast, like the beating of a hummingbird's wings...or heart.

End of Watch's opening monologue: I am the police and I am here to arrest you.  You have broken the law.  I did not write the law.  I may even disagree with the law.  But I will enforce it.  No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathy, nothing you do will stop me from putting you in a steel cage with gray bars.  If you run away, I will chase you.  If you fight me, I will fight back.  If you shoot at me, I will shoot back.  By law I am unable to walk away.  I am a consequence.  I am the unpaid bill.  I am fate with a badge and a gun.  Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed, I think, I love, and yes, I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who would die for me and I for them.  We stand watch together.  The thin-blue-line, protecting the prey from the predators, the good from the bad. We are the police.

Captain Sharp (Bruce Willis) in Moonrise Kingdom: "That's very eloquent. I can't argue against anything you're saying. But then again, I don't have to, 'cause you're 12 years old." 

Dodge (Steve Carell) and Linda (Nancy "Mrs. Steve" Carell) listen to the news of the Earth's impending doom, and having two distinct reactions: He looks at her; She looks at him, and bolts out of the car and runs away into the night, leaving him there.  Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

Jeez, it's such a rom-com denouement cliché with one of the lovers running after the other, but given how it recalls similar encounters earlier in the film, it made it seem like a refreshing idea: The Silver Lining Playbook

Actors playing actors: Joseph Gordon Leavitt plays Bruce Willis in Looper,  Josh Brolin plays Tommy Lee Jones in Men in Black III, and Martin Freeman sure is a lot like Ian Holm in The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.



One of my favorite sight-gags from Moonrise Kingdom: "Jiminy Cricket, he's flown the coop!"  He's escaped—Shawshank-style—from a pup-tent, you nimrod.

As per usual in his sci-fi films, Ridley Scott shows his preference for the synthetics as Michael Fassbender's David is the richest character in Prometheus. And his exploration of the 3-D star-map is a visual marvel.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower:  Charlie (Logan Lerman) reveals the depth of his loyalty and his psychosis: "Touch my friend again...and I'll blind you."

The title sequence for Tim Burton's send-down of "Dark Shadows"—Victoria Winters (Bella Heathcote) rides a train to Collinswood to the tune of The Moody Blues' "Nights in White Satin."  Right there, he gets it totally right, then spends the rest of the movie sending it over a cliff.


The way the younger selves communicate with their older selves, producing horror (see above) and humor ("What's the name of the waitress on weekends?") and the ultimate pay-off.  If, after, you're asking yourself "Why didn't he just shoot off his hand?" then you're not in touch with the nihilism at the empty core of Looper.



Beasts of the Southern Wild: Hushpuppy learns to rip open a crab with her bare hands to her community's chants of "Beast it!"  When she does, she lets out a primal roar that takes one aback and makes one smile.

The Dark Knight Rises: In a scene that echoes another in Tim Burton's Batman Returns, Bruce Wayne dances with Selina Kyle (Anne Hathaway) at a costume ball, where he wears no mask...or does he?

Daniel Kleinman's amazing credit sequence for Skyfall brilliantly encapsulates the movie without giving an awful lot away and snappily off-edits it to Adele's not-bad, defiantly splayed stance title tune.  The implacable forward momentum through a morbid landscape (including a series of crumbling, relevantly dissolving skulls) mirrors (shattered by gunfire, of course) the blasted psyche of James Bond.  This is his best work for the series, something that can be said of this film for many of the folks involved in it.




Best sound design of 2012: Life of Pi (Eugene Gearty)

Best music: Life of Pi (Mychael Danna)



Best presentation of a film soundtrack: La-La Land Records' 3-disc set of the complete score to Star Trek: The Motion Picture by Jerry Goldsmith and Alexander Courage, which contains pieces of the "Blaster" Beam, conceived and played by Craig Hurley.  At one point, Hurley hammers his weird metallic combination of metal and electronics, and Goldsmith (who could be quite the cranky-pants) admonishes him: "Don't "kill" it! It's got a soul. Play it!"








And...lest we forget...


And add Jack Klugman, Charles Durning and Harry Carey, Jr. to the list.


* And, as with all these videos, if it doesn't allow you to play it, it'll provide a link so you can play it on YouTube's original source.

** Curiously, I seem to be the only person that liked The Avengers more than The Dark Knight Rises, probably because I thought the latter did more, but came out, overall, with less, but also because I though The Avengers was far more entertaining, despite all its problems, which are pointed out here.

*** After, and in the spirit of, Kathleen Murphy and Richard Jameson's yearly recap of "Moments Out of Time" .  We seem to have a couple in common this year.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

2011: The Year We Make Sequels






This was one funky year for movies. Not in the George Clinton sense, but in the "I'm in a funk" sense—it seemed like I was writing half-hearted reviews for mediocre films most of the year, and trying to eke some lame justification out of so many movies I considered merely "Matinees" at best.  The worst of it was this Summer, when it seemed like the movies were struck in the doldrums waiting for the merest whiff of a breeze for inspiration.  It was so dire that it made pulp films like X-Men: First Class and Rise of the Planet of the Apes seem relatively high-minded that they sought to play with the material—which is what movies should do in the first place.

Personally, it was an odd year.  Events in my life seemed to percolate into the writing so much that I contemplated sub-titling LNTAM "a personal journey through cinema."  Perhaps I was feeling things more this year and just needed to express them or maybe I was influenced by the writings of others (I'm looking at you, Andrew of Encore's Entertainment!), but I seemed to be taking to heart Roger Ebert's mantra (borrowed from Robert Warshow) “A man goes to the movies. The critic must be honest enough to admit that he is that man.”  I had to admit that what I was going through was impacting how I looked at films and the life-lessons that answered back.  Simultaneously, more people started visiting and reading, and just as things started to become consistent in the give-and-take, I started a "regular job" that took up so much time-space that I had to cut back in other areas, specifically the chunks of chronology spent in the dark, watching and the subsequent contemplation of what I absorbed.  Movies began becoming more of a duty than an escape and it became harder to set aside available lifetime to do justice to interpretation.  So, I cut back.  I had to put aside the expectations of others and due dates and just say, "it'll happen when it happens and 'they'll' just have to put up with it."  This led to the inevitable contemplation of whether LNTAM was a viable entity to be continued ("Whither LNTAM") and the answer to the riddle being "But, I like Swiss cheese!"  

Me, too.  So, we're still here, making it through another year and a summation of what's been seen (with no kicking myself for what wasn't).  They'll happen when they happen.  





I also noticed that one film-post had overtaken last year's most-looked-at article.  You'll never guess which one.  No, really, you won't, because not many of you saw it, but enough of you did (but probably caught it on video) that it quickly outdistanced the next most-read by a more than two to one margin.

The film and post: Conviction.  Probably because that film ("based on true events"), with Hilary Swank, the always-interesting Sam Rockwell, Minnie Driver, Melissa Leo and the amazing Juliette Lewis, touches on everyday concerns about having your life taken away from you and taking control of your life.  Maybe it's because director Tony Goldwyn and writer Pamela Gray took Orson Welles' maxim ("If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story") to the extreme.  Maybe it's because folks just wanted to know what the Waters family really looked like. In any case, the one review dominated people's searches this year.

I'm the worst judge of my own work—I always think my best review will be my next one—but, posts that I thought I did a decent job of putting together this year were My Favorite: Hitchcock (Um...this was supposed to be a series...) and Justify Your Shitty Taste: Don't Hate Hate Hate Me Because I like Crash.





So...let's summarize.  And because I hate (hate, hate) Ten Best Lists,* here's the collection of the Best, Semi-Best and Worst of the films I saw this year—the Gold, the Silver, and the Craptastic.


Full-Price Tickets

The King's Speech
The Fighter
The Way Back
Rango
The Illusionist (2010)
The Conspirator
Win Win 
The Tree Of Life
Buck
Crazy Stupid Love
Project NIM
Moneyball
Margin Call
The Descendants
Hugo
The Muppets
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)
My Week with Marilyn
War Horse
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy




Matinee

I Love You, Philip Morris
No Strings Attached
Rabbit Hole
The Adjustment Bureau
Biutiful
Source Code
Hanna
Water for Elephants
The Beaver
Incendies
Everything Must Go
Pom Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold
X-Men: First Class
Midnight in Paris
Meek's Cutoff
Super 8
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2
Captain America: The First Avenger
Cowboys & Aliens
Rise of the Planet of the Apes
Another Earth
Tabloid
Higher Ground
The Help
J. Edgar
Take Shelter
Martha Marcy May Marlene
Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol
The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn


Second guessing myself (and third and fourth), I would promote Meek's Cutoff To Full-Price, and drop The King's Speech (maybe), The Way Back (kinda), and The Conspirator (...still...it was really good and pertinent) to Matinee Status.  Of the Matinees, I would drop The Adjustment Bureau, Cowboys & Aliens, and Hanna to Rentals—I enjoyed them while they were unspooling, but time has revealed them to be somewhat empty exercises (although I still like the settler/alien parallels in C&A).  Time is cruel that way.

As an aside, because these crafts of the motion picture assembly process personally fascinate me:

Best sound-design of the year: The Tree of Life (Erik Aadahl, Craig Berkey, Will Files)


Best movie-score of the year: Hugo (Howard Shore)




Waste of Time

The Green Hornet
Sucker Punch
Your Highness
Atlas Shrugged, Part 1
30 Minutes or Less
Apollo 18

I left the theater from each of these films feeling like I needed to set my life-clock back two hours.  They're failures for various reasons.  Some are artistic failures (Zack Snyder put a lot of time and attention...and money...into Sucker Punch, trying to say something about women fighting their oppressors—while simultaneously objectifying and pigeon-holing them), some are just bad ideas (Seth Rogen as The Green Hornet?  Danny McBride...as anything—and that's not entirely fair, as he was fine in Up in the Air) and Atlas Shrugged (Part 1 and the only part—the producer said he wasn't going to make a subsequent one because of the nearly unanimous bad reviews, as if critics had any real economic impact on movie-making) was merely inept. Someone will make a great film of that book one day—the industry suppression of revolutionary ideas is a viable film subject, as Tucker: the Man and His Dreams, The Man Who Fell to Earth, The Hudsucker Proxy and David Mamet's The Water Engine have shown), but the team who put together that travesty failed in every department.

It's funny—I thought there were only a couple films I thought were wastes of time, and was amazed that I'd forgotten so many of these. It's amazing how the mind heals.







Pieces of Time

Just as the first resurrected words out of Astronaut Taylor's mouth in the original Planet of the Apes are those of frustration and rage, so, too, is the simian Caesar's in Rise of the Planet of the Apes.  One of the most jarring surprises in that film, even though we should have seen it coming.



Alex, hearing of her mother's condition in the King's swimming pool, goes the only direction she can to "deal" and hide: down, and the tears are effectively hidden.  The Descendants.

A moment so intimate it's almost tangible in The Tree of Life that you might think you can feel the body-heat and smell of the moment—holding a baby in extreme close-up.

Joey's one moment alone in War Horse: trapped by a tank, there's only one way to go and it begins a pell-mell run through the trenches that is only stopped, tragically, and appropriately enough, in "No-Man's Land."


Brent (Jonah Hill) reacts to his first baseball deal.  Moneyball

The Help: The reveal of "the meeting." Woh, watch out.

Becca (Nicole Kidman) bitterly reacts to one of the harmless, but also useless, platitudes at the grief counseling class: "If God wanted another angel, why didn't he just make one...?"  Rabbit Hole

The barely perceptiple way George Smiley's (Gary Oldman) throat tightens when he turns around one of Control's (John Hurt) suspect chess-pieces and sees his own picture taped to it:Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

King Edward (Colin Firth) speaks, while Lionel Logue (Geoffrey Rush) conducts to Beethoven's 7th Symphony, Second Movement  The King's Speech


A singular moment and passing thought in The Tree of Life, out of time and in context: a helpless dinosaur is left at river's edge when a velociraptor stalks and prepares to stomp...hesitates...and moves on. An origin of a species.

Marilyn in Wonderland:  Marilyn Monroe (Michelle Williams) is given a tour of Windsor Castle by Colin's godfather Sir Owen Marseby (Derek Jacobi), where both tourist and tour-guide are equally charmed and charming.  My Week with Marilyn.

You notice lots of little things in Hugo: dust in the air?

The Muppet Movie:  It's not the first time they skewer movie-making illusion, nor will it be the last, but what happens when Jason Segel and Amy Adams leave the frame and somebody shouts "Okay, everybody, they've left!"

Buck Brannaman tersely does the best he can, and then, with nary a word, leaves in evident...and mute...disgust.  Buck


Hermione and Ron kiss, a rare moment of actual passion in the series: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2.

Probably the most awkward parent-teacher conference in history: Crazy Stupid Love.

Rabbit Hole again.  'Becca again.  Contemplating the multiple-universe theory (in a self-absorbed way): "Somewhere out there I'm having a good time."

Steven Spielberg unleashed by CGI: Tintin and co. chase the bad guys in a downhill switchback in one party-shredding, vehicle splintering, gravity-defying shot.  Bet the next CGI movie he does won't have a single edit in it.


If looks could kill—Charlize Theron in Young Adult.

Sometimes the Magic works, sometimes it doesn't: Corinne (Vera Farmiga): "I want that!" she says watching her friend speak in tongues, then, subsequently, in the bathroom, can't seem to summon it ("C'mon, Jesus...").  Bless her.

Biggest laugh (but mostly male) in a theater this year: Sir Laurence Olivier (Kenneth Branagh) to third assistant director Colin (Eddie Redmayne): "Remember, boy, when it comes to women, you're never too old for humiliation."  My Week with Marilyn



Magneto's (Michael Fassbender) excruciatingly slow revenge against Sebastian Shaw (Kevin Bacon): X-Men: First Class

Most profound lines from The Tree of Life: "The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow. 

Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. 


Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things."



Curtis (Michael Shannon) finally lets loose at the Elks dinner:  "There is a storm a' comin' and not ONE of you are prepared for it!"  Take Shelter


Can we acknowledge, please, the viability of motion-capture acting with Andy Serkis' deeply-felt performance in Rise of the Planet of the Apes?

Two scenes of subtle similarity: (Jessica Chastain, what a year for her) plants another rose-bush: The Help.  We glimpse crosses in the opening shots of Martha Marcy May Marlene, and later Marcy May (Elizabeth Olsen) will say: "He only has boys."

She (Elle Fanning) really IS good in that scene: Super 8

We never see Karla, the Russian spy-master (or do we?), but George Smiley re-enacts his meeting with him in 1955: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy


The way Ryan Gosling's hand hangs in the air, in effete mock-horror) when he sees Steve Carell's velcro wallet: Crazy Stupid Love

It is a nice idea: "You made a 'period' mix-CD!"  ("Even Flow," "Red, Red Wine," "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" and ("It's the kicker") Frank Sinatra: "I've Got the World on a String") No Strings Attached.

The randomness of thought put to film: the palpable sense, of The Tree of Life that you're watching a stream of consciousness, a journey of memory and reverie that will explode with personal recognition with every subsequent viewing.  Terrence Malick has moved cinema from recreation of world-experience into the simulation of contemplation.

Yes, the song, anachronistically, didn't come out until years after the events of the film, but they couldn't have picked a better song for the final scene in Moneyball than "Just Enjoy the Show."


And...Lest We Forget.




* Oh, I read them, sure, but I don't enjoy the cut-and-paste brevity of the opinions, with little regard for relative merit and context, and I especially hate writing them, squeezing out good films for numerical consistency...plus, it gives me a chance to look at my output and critique myself...("Hmmm, not so bad, but dropped the ball on that one).  Also, Ten Best Lists give critics a chance to be puffed-up judges with an innate sense of "My opinion is important and these are the great films for this year" (even if you only saw them a week ago—that's some perspective there, buddy, give me a break).  Ten Best Lists?  Let's see what it looks like in five years.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Wrapping Up 2010

1/1/11



Somewhere along the way in 2010, "Let's Not Talk About Movies" sailed past 100 steady followers, and the 1,000 mark for posts. We joined "The Large Association of Movie Blogs" and created a Facebook presence for LNTAM (was that before or after The Social Network?), and battled Blogger Fatigue, some days just not posting anything (with close to fifty reviews in various stages of a-borning—they're still there, but closer to being finished than before).

It was an odd year, the best of times and the worst of times. We reviewed more movies, and did less feature-work than ever, but added more widgets and gadgets to watch the traffic slowly building.  It's always amazed me who in the world might be reading my stuff (I have regular readers in Canada, okay, but...Maldives?).

Since Blogger started keeping Stats (May, 2010), the most looked-at post was the "The Three Lives of The Cat People" (from June, 2009), followed by reviews of Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky and Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, both from this year.  Odd...until you know what I know.  You may or may not be aware that my posts fairly bristle with hidden links—to other reviews, IMDB listings, wikipedia articles, even images from those films from other spires of the web.  Both the Cat People run-down, and the Coco Chanel review, true to form, have those links, but, due to the nature of the films, some links contain nude images.  The Prince of Persia review has lots of non-nude images of Jake Gyllenhaal and Gemma Arterton, beef-and cheese-cake (this is why I put a lot of links to pics of Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis in my review of Black Swan, and, naturally, it's getting a lot of "hits" these days (But then, so are the tumbleweed of True Grit articles, without the fly-paper of pretty pictures).

It's a little tough to get all stuck-up on your popularity when you realize that your most visited articles are for the naughty bits.  Rounding out the top five are an excoriating review of The Lovely Bones (where most of the images are of the protagonist's vision of Heaven), and the "Don't Make a Scene" from The Big Lebowski...either because of the cluster of "f"-bombs inside it...or...there really are a lot of Lebowski fans out there.  It just proves to me that if I go by stats for my enjoyment of doing this, I'm going to be disappointed.  As Mike Meyers so sagely noted, at some point, you have to cash in your own chips.

We're getting a regular spate of comments since joining LAMB, and for that, I'm grateful for the attention and the cameraderie and the debating.  The most number of comments came from my denunciation of Kick-Ass, which got a little testy for awhile and then dissolved into a sunny mutual rib-poking.  The second most comments came from "Speculations in the Bond Market" (I figured it might...Sean Connery as the third best Bond?  Sacrilege!), and the review of Black Swan, where the comments are interesting. 

We saw fewer Full-Price Ticket movies (economic influence?) and more Time-Wasters (...guess not), and, as we contrarily (and grumpily) don't do Top Ten Lists, here's the rundown of our version of the Best and the Worst, in the order seen:

Full-Price Tickets of 2010:
The Ghost Writer (Roman Polanski)
The Prophet (Jacques Audiard)
The White Ribbon (Michael Haneke)
The Square (Nash Edgerton)
Toy Story 3 (Lee Unkrich)
Inception (Graham Nolan)
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (Edgar Wright)
Hereafter (Clint Eastwood)
Fair Game (Doug Liman) 
127 Hours (Danny Boyle)
Tangled (Nathan Greno, Byron Howard)
Black Swan (Darren Aronofsky)
True Grit (2010) (The Coen Brothers)


Matinees of 2010:
Shutter Island (Martin Scorsese)
Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton)
The Runaways (Floria Sigismondi)
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (Niels Arden Oplev)
The Losers (Silvain White)
Repo Men (Miguel Sapochnik)
How to Train Your Dragon (Chris Sanders, Dean Deblois)
Sweetgrass (Ilisa Barbash, Lucien Castaing-Taylor)
Mother (Joon-ho Bong)
Iron Man 2 (Jon Favreau)
Robin Hood (Ridley Scott)
Prince of Persia (Mike Newell)
Night and Day (James Mangold) 
Despicable Me (Pierre Coffin)
The Girl Who Played with Fire (Daniel Alfredson)
Predators (Nimród Anta)
Restrepo (Sebastian Junger and Tim Harrington) 
Get Low (Aaron Schneider)
The American (Anton Corbjin)
The Town (Ben Affleck)
The Social Network (David Fincher)
Waiting for Superman (Davis Guggenheim)
Let Me In (Matt Reeves) 
Megamind (Tom McGrath)
Conviction (Tony Goldwyn)
Nowhere Boy (Sam Taylor-Wood)
Inside Job (Charles Ferguson) 



Time-Wasters of 2010:
MacGruber (Jorma Taccona)
Jonah Hex (Jimmy Hayward)
Salt (Philip Noyce)
The Expendables (Sylvester Stallone)
Paranormal Activity 2 (Tod Williams)
Legend of the Guardians: the Owls of Ga'hoole (Zack Snyder)
Skyline (The Brothers Strauss)

No regrets on the Full-Pricers and Time-Wasters, but I winced when looking at the Matinees*....The Losers on the same list as The Social Network? ("Really, Yojimbo?") and...Repo Men has been consigned to the dust-heap of History as "crap." 

But, going back over the reviews re-invigorated my feeling about these movies.  The Losers and Repo Men are really quite clever entertainments on low budgets, and I think Miguel Sapochnik is a good visual stylist for less money than a lot of the big-name, splice-happy A-listers out there (like Jon Favreau, for instance).  I won't spend too much time beating my breast about it, but I've grown accustomed to this list, duly noting that some of them are listed with qualifiers ("Cheap Matinee" and such).

And The Social Network?  Time will tell. It's as cold as they come, and maybe that's the point of a movie about Facebook.  I left it, curiously un-moved...by anything in it.  And I think a lot of its reputation might be situational identification.  Give it time.  Give them all time.



Best Use of Sound: A toss-up between the imagined graphically loud sounds of Scott Pilgrim vs. The World that illustrate what's going on in the collective heads of the gang....and Black Swan where the scraping, shrieking, creaking, snapping sounds on the soundtrack just might be solely in Nina's head.


Best Music: Alexander Desplat's Herrmannesque insistence of a score: The Ghost Writer


Best Soundtrack: Varese Sarabande's 6-disc presentation of Alex North's score for Spartacus (including an amazingly ecelectic disc of interpretations of hius "Love Theme").  A life-long obsession for producer Robert Thownson to bring a definitive version to disc involved several composers participation (including North and Jerry Goldsmith, who both died before being able to turn attention to it), it is an amazing accomplishment.  Bravo!



Pieces of Time: As always, here are some moments that jumped back into my head when considering the Best Movies of the Year, after the on-going series by Kathleen Murphy and Richard T. Jameson, which, for this year's installment, you can find here:

LaBoeuf (Matt Damon) allows a moment of humility before a shot he must make: a breath, a whispered "Oh, Lord" and squeezes off "some bully shot." True Grit

The toys see a version of Hell that they could not have conceived of before, and instinctively do the only thing possible: grab each others' hands: Toy Story 3

"Lovely Day," Bill Withers' song may be inappropriate for the moment, but it certainly reflects the 15 minutes Aron Ralston (James Franco) has to luxuriate in the sunshine: 127 Hours

John Lennon (Aaron Johnson) sizes up Paul McCartney (Thomas Brodie-Sangster) as he plays "Twenty Flight Rock"—he's impressed, but also a bit jealous, and goes with it, adding him to the Quarreymen:  Nowhere Boy

One less eye-roll to suffer this year—Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) has one more challenge before completely winning Ramona (Mary Elizabeth Winstead)for himself—his evil self, which is neatly handled within the space of a single edit: "Nothing. We just shot the shit. We have a lot of things in common!" Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

First time in the dream-state, Ariadne (Ellen Page) starts to re-do the architecture a bit: Inception.

A shriek of a whip-pan that precedes the bitch-fest with beth (Winona Ryder): Black Swan.

Robert Duvall's Mr. Bush recalls a fire: his sense-memory kicks in and hisses between his teeth: Get Low

Hope Springs Eternal:  F5, F5, F5, F5: The Social Network

"You know, Claire, we are a national organization" Jon Hamm's "just-the-facts" FBI guy Adam Frawley doesn't reveal too much as he realizes his sting has been thwarted: The Town

A universe of floating lamps above and below—the love song interlude of Tangled.

Max Von Sydow's entire performance: Robin Hood

And Sam Shapard's: Fair Game

And, especially, Juliette Lewis' entire performance: Conviction

The fierceness of Valerie Plame (Naomi Watts) comes out in pillow-talk: "I. Do. Not. Have. A breaking. Point." Fair Game

Roy Miller (Tom Cruise), committed as always: "Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!" Night and Day

The first image of The Ghost Writer, Polanski channelling Hitchcock: A night-time ferry unloads normally...except for one unoccupied car.

A bear rides out of the snowy woods: True Grit

Metroman, much to his shock, discovers he's been discovered: Megamind

Noland (Laurence Fishburne) gone Native, not unlike Col. Kurtz from Fishburne's firs film: Predators

"No, they're trying to fly that tank."—the special effects crew toss in a giddily-absurd warning label in their CGI: The A-Team

Early on in Restrepo: riding inside a HumVee, when a sudden IED tosses the world ass over teakettle.

Melanie (Bryce Dallas Howard) learns what George Lonegan (Matt Damon) already knows—there are no secrets with a psychic: Hereafter

On the way to the cinema to better learn English, Clara (Violanta Placido) lags behind to give "The American" she knows as "Edward" (George Clooney) a discreet kiss, unseen and unnoticed—they were made for each other: The American

A giddy hallway fight in zero-gravity: Dream-level 2, influenced by level 1's falling SUV: Inception

Darren Aronofsky pulls out all the stops on what could, or even might, go wrong before a ballet performance—developing clubbed feet, breaking your legs, stabbing your understudy in your dressing room: Black Swan

The six word mantra throughout Hereafter: "The chance of a normal life."

"Keep your seat, trash:" A grown-up Mattie Ross (Elizabeth Marvel) is even more so: True Grit

"Both:" Nowhere Boy

"Mr. Butterfly" breaks the furrowed brow for just an instant to greet his new love—an instant is all he'll get: The American

Lucky Ned Pepper (Barry Pepper) emphasizes a point to Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin), using a distinctive move from the ouvre of his predecessor in the role: True Grit


Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot—

Auld Lang Syne.  On to the movies of 2011.

* Couldn't do a year-end without one asterisk, could I?  Several film were left off the list because they are officially 2009 films: Of the Matinees, The Young Victoria (Jean-Marc Valée), The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus (Terry Gilliam),  Broken Embraces (Pedro Almodovar), The Messenger (Oren Moverman) and The Last Station (Michael Hoffman).  The only Full-Pricer off the list is Me and Orson Welles (Richard Linklater).  We can quibble about The White Ribbon and Sweetgrass and The Prophet being 2009 films, but...must we?