Showing posts with label 2021. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2021. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Dune not actually close to the record

When I witnessed Dune winning six Oscars but not best picture -- which I never thought it had any chance of winning -- I wondered if that was the most Oscars ever won by a movie that didn't win best picture.

Nope, and it's not actually as close to the record as you might think.

In 1972, Cabaret won eight Oscars without winning best picture, though it was nominated. The only Oscars it was nominated for but didn't win were best picture and best adapted screenplay -- both of which went to The Godfather. The only other Oscar that went to The Godfather was the best actor trophy for Marlon Brando, which he famously declined.

Ha, that's exactly 50 years ago, though of course that Oscars ceremony won't celebrate its 50th anniversary until next year. 

The weirdest thing about this story might not be that Cabaret won all those Oscars without nabbing the big one, but that The Godfather was not more of a sweeping awards phenomenon, given the cinematic reputation it has gone on to enjoy. To be sure, it was nominated for 11 Oscars, but kept coming up as the loser in the early part of the show -- which must have seemed like a bellwether for its chances of taking home the big prize. 

Looking at this now on Wikipedia, I see that the 11th nomination was actually revoked for the film's score. I have to read up on that. 

It appears that part of the film's love theme was already used in the 1958 film Fortunatella, so they had to replace it with the score for Sleuth

I guess they did not have a "best adapted score" Oscar back then. 

Monday, March 28, 2022

The night Will Smith won an Oscar and lost his shit

CODA wins best picture!

That wasn't the biggest headline of the night, but it deserves at least the opening of this piece and its own picture. 

Since I didn't see it in time to rank it, I can only estimate where it would have landed among the best picture nominees for me, but I'm thinking fourth, behind Drive My Car, Dune and The Power of the Dog. Hey, when a movie in my personal top half of the best picture nominees wins, I consider it a win for me, considering some of the disappointing choices in recent years. Plus, I think it may actually be the only BP nominee that made me cry, so there's that.

If not for, well, the other thing, my headline for this piece would have been "A fitting coda for CODA," but probably a bunch of other people have written that anyway, so whatevs. 

I will say it's really nice to honor a movie that celebrated love and compassion, as it was one of the few films nominated to actually do that in a genuine way. We needed it now.

The other thing ... well we'll get to that.

First I want to say that I decided to write this post as I was going, to cut down on some writing time after I finished watching (on delay) after dinner Monday night in Australia. So I sort of live-tweeted it, and will just leave my thoughts as is.

I also wanted to say that my 11-year-old watched approximately the first 45 minutes of it with me, which was a first. Hey, I'll encourage movie love wherever I can.

I also drank most of a bottle of wine. 

Okay let's get on with it:

- Good opening number, but maybe not great that it was pre-recorded. Or was it?

- Welcome back, Dolby Theater.

- Long opening credits ruined all the surprises of who's going to appear!

- My son doesn't get Amy Schumer's roasting. I can't really explain it. 

- Playing "Africa" as H.E.R. and Daniel Kaluuya come on stage? Not sure about that.

- Jessica Chastain is looking a lot like Julia Roberts.

- It's skit heavy to this point. I think that's a good thing.

- Dune wins sound. No time for a walk-up. A bit jarring. 

- Queen of Basketball. Yes it's definitely jarring having no walk-up.

- Oh, right, these were the awards that were given out beforehand. Never mind. Go back to what you were doing. 

- I can't hear any of the acceptance speeches because my son keeps asking me questions. While it's mildly annoying, I also feel the urge to indoctrinate. 

- However, his mother, who knows spoilers, comes and forces him to go to bed because there's something on the telecast she doesn't want him to see. I'm intrigued. We tell him he can watch the performance of "We Don't Talk About Bruno" tomorrow. 

- Encanto wins best animated feature, and I've picked five of the six announced awards correctly, missing only on the documentary short. 

- Very random cheer-worthy moments. The Matrix, three superhero movies, and ... Dreamgirls?

- Kotsur's interaction with Youn Yu-Jung was touching for its meeting of two people for whom English is not their first language.

- Drive My Car wins best international feature. I should have entered my friend Jon's Oscar pool, because the ballot I filled out in five minutes is doing quite well. 

- How is Reba McEntire not 100? (Actual age: 67.)

- My recording has no ads and this is moving along well.

- I probably wouldn't actually be doing well in that pool because I haven't guessed right on any of the rando awards. You need to get at least one of those to have a chance I think. 

- I should have picked Cruella. The costumes in that were awesome.

- I've time-stamped "We Don't Talk About Bruno" for my son: 1:25:20. I wonder who greenlit the playing of a song that wasn't nominated? While this song is playing, allow me to sidebar for a bit. I get why "Let it Go" was the hit it was, as it's a soaring number with a dramatic presentation on screen. But why did "Bruno" break through the way it has? I may never understand this. 

- Sykes dressed up as Richard Williams. Funny!

- Elliot Page is really short.

- When Kenneth Branagh says "island of Ireland," it sounds like he's saying the same word twice.

- CODA wins for its script, which I don't really think is outstanding. This is a sign of things to come. (Also one of the first big awards I've gotten wrong.)

- I missed what top five this was supposed to be, but any top five featuring Minimata and Army of the Dead is suss, as the kids say.

- Will Smith. Wow. I can see why my wife didn't want my son to see that. 

- So weirdly my telecast blacked out after what shall forever afterward be known as The Incident, during Questlove's acceptance speech, and rejoined with P. Diddy introducing the Godfather anniversary bit, mentioning The Incident in his speech by saying we were moving on with love. I hope so. We'll see how it goes if/when Smith wins best actor.

- I didn't know Sally Kellerman died.

- "Spirit in the Sky" might be a bit too rousing here.

- Finneas saying he loved his parents as "real people" was a nice touch.

- As Kevin Costner is reading off the best director nominees, I realize I somehow missed the award for makeup and hairstyling.

- Campion wins! Will make up for not winning best picture.

- What, Frances McDormand couldn't show up to present best actor?

- That timely 28-year anniversary of Pulp Fiction ... 

- Chris Rock must be fucking pissed, wherever he's sitting. Smith wins. At least he gives a really emotional speech. "At your highest moment, that's when the devil comes for you." And now he's apologizing. Okay. We can work with this. 

- John Travolta is like "First Adele Dazeem, now this?"

- Oh I guess I didn't miss hair and makeup after all.

- Schumer, welcome back! "Did I miss anything? There's like a different vibe in here."

- Jesse Plemons decided not to punch Schumer for disrespecting his wife.

- So I guess the narrative now is that Chris Rock was the bad guy?

- Keeping my laptop from running out of battery life is becoming a problem.

- We couldn't get a shot of Kristen Stewart in the audience before now?

- This was not my favorite Jessica Chastain performance but I love Jessica Chastain. So yay. 

- And CODA wins. Which you already knew if you had been reading from the start of this piece. Or, for any number of other reasons.

- I really like how they planned to have a translater signing both toward the audience, so the deaf viewers at home could comprehend, and toward the winners, so the deaf cast and crew on stage could comprehend. Thoughtful and sensitive. 

- I picked 15 of the awards correctly. That could be a personal high. 

Okay. Does Will Smith still have a future in Hollywood? Probably. Will Chris Rock press charges? Probably not. 

On to the next one.

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Minimum Oscars prep

As has been my custom for about ten years, I kind of tuned out on the Oscars once I learned the nominees six weeks ago. I used to be obsessed over these awards when I was younger, but when I see a friend of mine repeatedly post on Facebook about joining his Oscar pool, I kind of just scoff. Part of it is that I don't really care, but another part is that I feel like you can just take your predictions from a number of reliable sources online and you'll get 75% of them right, with only a few surprises eluding you. What fun is a pool where half the entrants have basically the same picks?

But I do feel a bit of an obligation, which is actually coupled with genuine desire, to do a little Oscars prep, so this weekend, I watched the only remaining best picture nominee I hadn't seen, and my second-favorite of the nominees. (My favorite, Drive My Car, may have been available, but I can't just casually throw on a three-hour movie.)

Friday night it was Nightmare Alley, which I had planned to watch on the projector in our garage, until I realized, moments beforehand, that I had that problem last year trying to play iTunes rentals through our projector. It's incompatible for some reason. So I just watched that one in the living room.

On Saturday night I got my technical specs worked out correctly and remembered to rent Dune through Amazon instead, where I could play it through the Amazon Prime website rather than my iTunes software, hence allowing a projector setup in my garage. (There may have been a way to do this with an Apple equivalent streaming site, but I didn't bother to figure it out.) 

I liked Nightmare Alley a lot better at the start, before Cate Blanchett's character came into it. No offense to Blanchett, but the direction the story took after this point just didn't do it for me, nor particularly did her performance if I'm being honest. (Okay, so, some offense.) I was set to give it 3.5 stars on Letterboxd by the end, but ultimately caved and went with four just because of how great the first hour is and how much I liked the production design, the camerawork, and the overall effort that went into creating this 1930s circus. I think I am a sucker for old circuses (aren't we all). Also, I remain an old softie when it comes to star ratings. I just can't help myself.

As for Dune, I did not expect my enjoyment of it to diminish on a second viewing, and indeed it did not. I said above I could not casually throw on a three-hour movie, but I guess a 2:35 movie wasn't as much of a hurdle for me. But Dune moves more quickly for me than a movie that length usually does, and besides, I had already decided I was going to allow myself a certain luxury when watching it: Namely, if I started to fall asleep, so be it. The tricky thing about watching on my projector is that I don't have a way to remotely stop the movie from playing, so I have to get up out of my bean bag and press stop if I want to close my eyes for a minute. In a movie I've already seen, though, I decided I could just let sleep overtake me for a few minutes, knowing a loud sound would snap me back to attention periodically (especially with Hans Zimmer doing the score). And if I missed a few minutes, it would be stuff I already knew was going to happen anyway. Besides, the first half of the movie, where I was less likely to fall asleep, is the best part anyway. It was pretty freeing to make this decision, and indeed, I probably did miss a combined ten minutes of the film's final half-hour.

I've got one more night, Sunday night, before the ceremony airs on Monday my time, so am I going to watch the best costume nominees I haven't seen and jam in as many of the live action shorts as possible?

Nope. Talk to 2002 me if you want to see that sort of thing.

I will, however, be avoiding spoilers during the day on Monday, and will gladly watch the ceremony, as I always do, on Monday night once the kids are squared away for the evening.

I haven't missed an Oscars since the mid-1980s, and none since I started watching them regularly. Some things will never change.

Sunday, February 13, 2022

The 2021 black and white movies I probably didn't give enough credit

The people at my Death on the Nile screening Friday night probably thought the color was out at the theater.

We saw trailers for two new black and white releases, one of which is already playing (Belfast) and one of which opens next month (C'mon C'mon). Those were the only two trailers that played. (There were promotions for the cinema that were in color, but go with me on this.)

Then the cold open of Death on the Nile also has no color. (Incidentally, being another Branagh film, this was also shot by Branagh's personal cinematographter, Haris Zambarloukos, who shot Belfast.) 

Finally, the color kicked in with the opening credits.

I'm not here to tell you about Death on the Nile -- my review is going up on Monday if you're curious -- but rather, the two trailers I saw. 

My God they looked gorgeous.

I have always been a fan of modern-day uses of black and white, despite my occasional reservations that they reveal an artist with a certain level of pretentiousness. It really looks great, if you've got a good DP. So great, in fact, that I wonder if a lot more movies wouldn't be made in black and white if it were considered commercially viable. All you have to know is that they made and released a black and white version of Mad Max: Fury Road, and you'll realize there's something magnificent about the chiaroscuro approach -- even in movies that must make back their large budgetary investment, so can't take this sort of risk on the most commonly available version of the film. 

I said these trailers looked gorgeous as though anticipating my first opportunity to see the films in question. In fact, I already saw both and was not particularly kind to either in my 2021 rankings.

Belfast was the one I liked better, ranking it at #71 for the year. That's still well within the top half of the films I saw, but it's pretty low for a best picture nominee. I kind of figured Belfast would be one of those movies that the Golden Globes feted, but it would have lost any heat it had accumulated by the time the Oscar nominations came out. Instead, it received seven nominations, including nominations for Branagh in both the screenwriting and directing categories. It's not a film that just eked in there.

So why wasn't it a bigger hit with me?

Fatigue certainly had something to do with it. Belfast was the third-to-last movie I watched before I closed my list, on a Sunday afternoon. Instead of finding a suitable showcase for its beautiful cinematography, I split my viewing between the pool and the garage. That's right -- I watched about 15 minutes of it while lying on a floatie thing in my pool. That turned out not to be very practical, so I shifted to the garage and that worked better. Still, it felt like a "catch as catch can" viewing.

Fatigue doesn't entirely explain it though. I watched fellow best picture nominee King Richard that night, and ranked it 30 slots higher. Maybe it was watching King Richard on my TV rather than my laptop. I allocated the afternoon slot to Belfast and the evening slot to King Richard after a friend tipped his hand on the comparative strengths of the two films.

No, I think it had more to do with a sort of shruggy feeling about everything that happens in the film. That's up to the point where it really sticks the landing with a sneakily powerhouse emotional ending. Before that, I found the events of the story charming but somewhat lacking in stakes, and they ultimately didn't make a huge impression on me. (That said, I have used an image from Belfast as the new banner for this blog. I am a little bothered by the inconsistency of my behavior in this regard -- my last banner was from Portrait of a Lady on Fire, which I dearly love -- but the image was too illustrative of my blog not to use it.)

I was significantly harder on Mike Mills' C'mon C'mon (#138). I might have gotten off on the wrong foot on this one as well, watching it too late at night on a night I had planned to watch Annette but couldn't rent it due to a mismatch between the region of my Amazon account and the region of my AppleTV. (I later rectified that issue.) It shouldn't have been too late if my other choice was a 143-minute musical, but it felt late and like a clear second choice for the evening's viewing.

I can't blame the circumstances for this impression though. I found this movie really twee, constituting a hopelessly square look at a relationship between an uncle and a son, full of superfluous narration. I really didn't enjoy the running conceit about Joaquin Phoenix's character interviewing the schoolchildren about their thoughts on the future, which seemed to just make the whole thing feel more silly and unaware of its own terminal squareness. Don't get me long, I'm an earnest person at my core and can appreciate earnestness in movies, but this was not the right sort of earnestness. It left me rolling my eyes, and I thought the reason the movie is called C'mon C'mon is dumb.

Seeing trailers for both of these movies on the big screen, though, made me wonder if I'd missed the boat.

I don't know if it will be possible to go back and undo the impressions I've already created of these movies, and I'm certainly not going to devote my limited available theatrical outings to go see them on the big screen. But I am now encouraged, especially given their critical acclaim, that it will be worthwhile to watch them again in the future -- not on a night I was expecting to watch a different movie, or an afternoon I was lounging in the pool. 

I should remind you of a third black and white movie from 2021 that I loved: The Tragedy of Macbeth. I also did not see this on the big screen (though I had the opportunity), but this one connected with me so fundamentally, I had to rank it #10 for the year -- despite preceding my viewing of Belfast by only a single viewing. So, fatigue was obviously not a factor there either. (Maybe it was also that unlike Belfast and C'mon C'mon, Macbeth had a little black -- Denzel Washington -- in among all its white.)

I guess it just goes to show you that black and white cinematography can be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, but it still comes down to something that has nothing to do with the visuals if you want to judge the film's effectiveness: its script. 

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Lo and behold, Oscar nominations

I've been writing a heck of a lot on this blog lately, which also means thinking a heck of a lot about movies, yet it took a mention by a friend on Facebook to remember that the Oscar nominations were coming out today.

Maybe they're only an afterthought if they're not tied in directly to the release of my year-end movie rankings?

Actually they might have felt like a bit of an afterthought this year just because I really had no idea what was going to get nominated. It doesn't feel like The Power of the Dog would have been a frontrunner in most years, and in fact, when I first saw it I didn't think it had any chance of getting nominated. I liked it, of course -- my #17 of the year -- but best picture? Didn't even occur to me as a possibility.

Well Power of the Dog did lead with 12 nominations, meaning indeed, it is probably the frontrunner. 

In a year I was sure my top ten would be devoid of best picture nominees, it landed two with Drive My Car (#5) and Dune (#9). I suppose that means I am rooting for Drive My Car to win, but I'll happily take The Power of the Dog as the more realistic possibility. (In fact, Drive My Car even getting nominated is a bit of a surprise, what with its three-hour running time, and an extremely scant release thus far.) Though I guess you can't fully count out Dune, as its ten nominations were the second most.

My lowest-ranked best picture nominee was West Side Story at #74, narrowly edging out Belfast (#71) for that dishonor. I mean, it was good, but I kept asking myself why I was watching a new version of West Side Story in 2021. It was actually 2022 at the time I saw it. 

It's 1:02 a.m. in eastern Australia, so I won't give you an in-depth analysis of anything else right now. But if I wait until I wake up to post this, am I really doing a service to you, my dear readers? I mean, what does Variety have that I don't have?

I will say I was surprised by a full slate of ten nominees in the best picture category. Maybe they changed the rule on that again and I didn't notice.

I haven't seen two of those nominees, Nightmare Alley and CODA, though I should have seen both before I closed my list. A Nightmare Alley advanced screening was COVIDed out in my final week, and CODA was available on AppleTV+, though I failed to realize that. (Which makes me a bit surprised I could not find it for rental via iTunes. I guess they want to drive subscribers to AppleTV+ rather than making it available to any Tom, Dick or Harry.)

Surprise omissions? I'm sure there were some, but they did not immediately occur to me. I was hoping Mahershala Ali would get a best actor nomination for Swan Song, but that movie didn't end up getting a lot of buzz and was in fact shut out without the Ali nomination. Besides, Ali already has two and needs to learn to share.

I guess I was a bit surprised Jesse Plemons got nominated as that was the weakest of the four main performances in that movie, but it looks like the Power of the Dog sweep might be on. I mean, it probably won't win more than picture and director (Jane Campion seems like a shoo-in), though her screenplay could pick up an award and I wouldn't be surprised to see either the Batch or Kirsten Dunst take home an award.

The love for Don't Look Up surprised me a bit. I thought a fair number of people rejected that movie. I guess the right ones didn't.

Also it's a shame to see no nominees from Passing, as I thought either of the lead performances was a really good pick for best actress.

Oh and finally: Too many nominations for Being the Ricardos. Aaron Sorkin needs to calm down a bit. 

Okay, I guess I better go to bed before I join the chorus of people chiding Leslie Jordan for his pronunciation of Denis Villeneuve. Would have thought the last name would have been harder for him than the first.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

2021 in portmanteaus

Want some 2021 movie titles mashed together to make a crazy new movie?

I figured you did! 

The Green Knight in Soho - Sir Gawain sees reflections in the mirror of the 60s pimp who is going to cut off his head in one year. 

Judas and the Black Widow - Bill O'Neal sells out Natasha Romanoff to Dreykov, regrets another ten years' worth of air traffic control issues caused by the Red Room. 

Raya and the Black Messiah - Fred Hampton uses his rousing oratorical skills to unite the kingdoms of Fang, Heart, Spine, Talon and Tail.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife of the Party - A party girl conks her head on the toilet, dies, and finds herself sharing space in a containment unit with Muncher.

Tick, Tick ... DUNE! - Time is running out for Jonathan Larsen to write a musical about Frank Herbert's seminal sci-fi novel, tentatively titled Hark! The Harkonnens or Duncan Idaho and his Merry Fremen

The Last Dune - Its box office success ensured that it would not be. 

The Power of Clifford the Big Red Dog - An oversized maroon canine gets groomed by Bronco Henry. 

Encantomorrow War - Mirabel Madrigal discovers her gift is traveling to the future to fight aliens alongside people who aren't born yet and people who have already died. 

There's Someone Inside Your House of Gucci - The leadership structure of a fashion empire crumbles when a serial killer begins killing them -- while wearing a laser-printed mask of Jared Leto's face.

Vivoyeurs - A musical kinkajou spies on the retiring singer who broke his master's heart as she takes photos of people and has sex with them.  

Red Licorice Pizza - Simon Rex offers up his lengthy endowment around the San Fernando Valley of the 1970s, calling it "my tasty ten inches of red licorice." 

Bo Burnham: In the Heights - Bo Burnham decides the best way for a white comic to change the world is to gentrify a neighborhood of primarily Latin American immigrants.

The Finch Dispatch - Having survived the apocalypse, Tom Hanks moves to France and starts a newspaper about his experiences eating fussy cuisine through a hazmat suit.

Dear Evan Shang-Chi - An ancient warrior loses all his powers when he can't fit his ten rings around the cast on his broken arm. 

Candymany Saints of Newark - If you say Dickie Moltisanti's name five times in a row, he bludgeons you to death against the nearest steering wheel.

The Matrix Reminiscence - Remember when this franchise had something interesting to offer the world?

The Matrix Remorse - What Lana Wachowski should be feeling right now. 

Chaos Walking Richard - Richard Williams gains a coaching advantage by telepathically projecting his thoughts to his daughters during their tennis matches.

Space Jam: A New Legend of the Ten Rings - Lebron James sets his sights on six more championships to reach double digits, in a Disney/Warner Brothers crossover that features all the intellectual property in the known universe.

Spider-Man: No Time to Die - Sean Connery, George Lazenby, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig team up to cure Dr. Julius No, Colonel Rosa Klebb, Auric Goldfinger, Emilio Largo, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Mr. Big, Francisco Scaramanga, Karl Stromberg, Hugo Drax, Aristotle Kristatos, Kamal Khan, Max Zorin, General Georgi Koskov, Franz Sanchez, Alec Trevelyan, Elliot Carver, Viktor Zokas, Gustav Graves, Le Chiffre, Dominic Greene, Raoul Silvia and Lyutsifer Safin of their desire to be villains.

Belfast and Furious 9 - Dom Toretto perishes in a fiery crash after he forgets he's supposed to be drag-racing on the other side of the road.

Passing 2 - Not only do animals try to pass themselves off as professional singers a second time, they try to pass themselves off as different animals than they actually are.

Titannette - Impregnated by a car, Marion Cotillard gives birth to a doll that can sing all the songs on the car's preset radio stations. 

Malcolm and Maud - A woman becomes possessed by the devil after her director husband fails to thank her at his film premiere. 

Venom: Let There Be Card Counters - Oscar Isaac gets backed off the blackjack table after he transforms into a toothy monster and starts eating the other players.

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

2021: Another year inside








We came into 2021 with optimism and without masks, at least here in Australia. We come into 2022 with less optimism, and masks whenever you're indoors and not actively involved in eating or drinking.

Instead of Bo Burnham: Inside being a document of recent history now happily concluded, it was a document very much for our times and the ways they are still ongoing. 

It was a year of fights between vaxxers and anti-vaxxers, maskers and anti-maskers. It was a year of variants, delta and omicron and others that may not have even been reported. It was a year of living with COVID as a reality, as getting the virus became a fact of life and an occurrence from which you usually recovered, not the death sentence it seemed like in 2021. Though it did kill a whole lot more people as well. 

In terms of the movies, this meant long periods where cinemas were closed again, yet somehow, I saw more movies released in 2021 than I had seen in any other year at the time I closed my rankings (which was, of course, yesterday). This gives you an indication of how the means of distribution are changing, as all Warner Brothers movies had a day-and-date release on HBOMax as well, and Netflix and Amazon continued to feature a host of movies that were gathering awards buzz and watercooler talk -- as long as the watercooler was virtual.

Though all was not lost. Various box office records were still set in 2021, though I can't remember if these were pandemic-era records or actual records. (Maybe actual with Spider-Man.) I kind of stopped paying attention to things like box office in 2021, knowing it was no longer a meaningful measuring stick for a film's success or failure. I do know that quite an encouraging number of people went to the theater to see Dune, meaning one of my favorite movies of the year, which was up against a poor cinematic precedent with David Lynch's original version, will get at least one sequel, maybe more than one. So that means audiences still have a chance to vote with their wallets and help get great movies made and seen. (Though the same could not be said for flops like The Last Duel, which finished even higher on my list than Dune.)

I don't really know what we'll have in store in 2022, but I just hope next year's incarnation of this post is not called "2022: Yet another year inside." And that Burnham does not have sufficient material for a sequel. 

To get us started on a looser look back on the best and worst of the year than the essentially numbers-oriented analysis of yesterday's post, let's look at the creative talents who should be most and least proud of the year just completed.

Three who had a good year

Dakota Johnson
- Don Johnson and Melanie Griffiths' daughter has been a favorite of mine ever since she appeared on a short-lived sitcom that my wife and I loved called Ben and Kate, opposite Nat Faxon, a decade ago. She's been doing good work ever since, but our ability to always recognize it as such has been clouded by her appearances in three Fifty Shades movies. All the roles were on the right page in 2021, as she tested her range by playing a cancer-stricken mother, a conflicted mother and ... herself. Okay, maybe on the page that doesn't sound like a lot of range. But the mothers she played in Our Friend (#1) and The Lost Daughter (#23) are as different from one another as mothers can be. The first is an exceptionally devoted woman -- to her kids, anyway -- who is saddled with the heartbreaking responsibility of telling them she's going to die of cancer. Of all the good moments she produces in this film, I am drawn to one where her husband, on whom she has cheated, tells her she is willing to try to make it work, and Johnson emits this sound that's a mixture of a sob, a laugh and a hiccup. It might be the purest single moment of acting I saw all year. Then her Lost Daughter character is ambivalent about parenthood and on the verge of some sort of emotional collapse, driven to contemplate abandoning her child who just can't recover from the loss (actually, theft) of her favorite doll. The thousand-yard stare in her eyes is as true as true gets. As a bonus, Johnson did actually play herself this year in the little-seen (I saw it at MIFF) fake rock documentary The Nowhere Inn (#36), in which she appears in lingerie as a plaything for the documentary's subject, St. Vincent, who is going through a crisis of trying to reimagine herself to improve Carrie Brownstein's film within a film about her. This is really just the cherry on top of two performances that would have had her on this list even without it. 

Idris Elba - If you wanted a poster boy for the most stylish genre movies of 2021, you needed look no further than Idris Elba. Elba wasn't the vision behind either The Suicide Squad (#14) or The Harder They Fall (#22), but he appeared front and center in both, offering a charisma to match the whizz bang technique of directors James Gunn and Jeymes Samuels. Sometimes we forget that Elba was introduced to us as Stringer Bell in The Wire, where he was unambiguously evil, because everybody loves the guy so much, as recent hopeful discussions of him being cast as the next James Bond will attest. (He's turning 50 in 2022 so it seems unlikely.) Well he was back in villain form in 2021 with one film where he played a good bad guy and one film where he played a bad bad guy. I like Will Smith, but it was easy to see how much more engaging Elba was in the de facto Smith role in this version of The Suicide Squad, which tickled me pink and back again. We know his Bloodsport is (ultimately) going to do (mostly) the right thing, but Elba brings an edge and a presence to the character that leaves us with as much doubt as we could reasonably expect to have. There's no goodness in The Harder They Fall's Rufus Buck, who opens this western by assassinating a man and his wife and carving a cross into the forehead of their son, whom he leaves alive to tell the tale. Because it's Elba, we keep hoping for the menace to have a softer edge, but it's hard to come back from an opening like that. His authority and charisma really showed through in 2021, and as a bonus, if you were watching him on screen, it also meant you were watching a really talented director ply his trade. Two of the year's most clever action movies used Idris Elba as their best visual effect. 

Ridley Scott - I didn't like House of Gucci (#79), which was one of my final ten viewings of 2021, enough to make Scott a slam-dunk inclusion on this list. I did include him, though, for the rare opportunity to honor a non-performer in this space, plus the fact that he had his fingerprints on two of my top five movies of the year. I had heard some buzz about The Last Duel (#4) before seeing (and loving) it, from a writer who also praised House of Gucci -- first putting him into my head as a possible "guy who had a good year." But it was my rewatch of Our Friend (#1), and seeing that it was produced by Scott Free (with Scott himself credited as executive producer), that really left me flabbergasted. Even when I think I've got Ridley Scott figured out at the ripe old age of 84, he keeps surprising me. Our Friend doesn't in the least seem like the type of film Scott would gravitate toward, and I tried to figure out if a previous professional relationship with director Gabriela Cowperthwaite explained it. Nope. The three very different sorts of films with his name on them in 2021 all have something different and interesting to say about the human condition, in the form of an epic about knights dueling over a rape accusation, an epic about a warring fashion dynasty, and an epic about fighting disease. (There's gotta be fight of some sort in every Scott movie.) Okay, maybe we shouldn't call Our Friend an epic, but at 124 minutes it does eclipse the two-hour mark. Maybe the biggest surprise is that I had developed a really negative attitude toward Scott following his remarks about young people and their devices, and the famous incident several years back where he listed two of his own movies in his favorite science fiction films of all time. The last few months have gone quite a ways toward restoring his good name with me.

Honorable mentions: Olivia Colman (The Father, The Lost Daughter), Benedict Cumberbatch (The Power of the Dog, Spider-Man: No Way Home, The Courier), Naomie Harris (Swan Song, No Time to Die)

Three who had a bad year

Amy Adams
- This was the year Amy Adams' exceptional good taste finally failed her. (Some thought it started last year with Hillbilly Elegy, but I was warmer on that film than most.) I was sure The Woman in the Window (#167) would be the worst film I saw in 2021, so idiotic is its setup as it steals liberally from Rear Window and poorly executes the theft. I really wish my format would have allowed me to include the other of Adams' hands in this picture, as this Marcel Marceau-like hands-against-the-window gesture is a good metaphor for her acting in this film. Some moments are not-terrible, but they all go really big in an epic failure of modulation by Adams and director Joe Wright. Then again, maybe there's no other choice how to play the absurd details of this script about an agoraphobic child psychologist/trauma victim/alcoholic. Yes, there's a lot going on in this film, none of it good. She's more life-sized and milquetoast in Dear Evan Hansen (#163), the adaptation of the popular stage musical that I assumed was good for some reason. I have to imagine this show is completely tedious in whatever format you see it, because only the music itself excels while the lyrics and story are earthbound, forgettable and redundant. In a cast of characters who are all deluding themselves about the truth behind the suicide of a teenager, Adams is probably the biggest sinner as the boy's dupe of a mother. I can't tell if the character really is this stupid, or just appears so because she's being played by an actress who is normally known for her intelligence. Some other year, she will be again. 

Melissa McCarthy - For the sake of her marriage, McCarthy has committed to bringing husband Ben Falcone's every half-baked idea to the big screen. This means she has at least one stinker per year. (He's very prolific.) Usually she offsets that with a role that either flirts with or receives an Oscar nomination. Not this year. Oh it was mapped out that way, but Theodore Melfi's The Starling (#155) never turned into the awards bait all involved were certainly hoping it would. Instead, it's a lachrymose little movie about mourning that tries to work Kevin Kline for some eccentric laughs (unsuccessfully), and the rest of the time alternates between performances of grieving and performance of bird-swooping related pratfalls. It has a middlebrow earnestness that never satisfies. The Starling was supposed to take the bad taste of McCarthy's first Netflix movie of the year, Thunder Force (#165), out of our mouths. No such luck. Her annual Falcone obligation is a lowbrow bit of idiocy that has the worst idea how to use Octavia Spencer, among other talented actors. For McCarthy, not fitting the mold of a superhero is the point, as it is for Will Ferrell in most of his films. That doesn't work for Spencer and the movie doesn't work at all. McCarthy is its worst part, as not only does she play it super big, but she also voices the most regrettable of Falcone's jokes, some of which involve (probably accidental) homophobia and implied fat-shaming. Hopefully trading thunders in 2022 -- Thunder Force for Thor: Love and Thunder -- will get her back in our good graces going forward. 

Sam Claflin
- I have to wonder where Sam Claflin thought his career would go when he started out as sort of a poor man's Hugh Grant in a variety of romantic leads. I almost wrote a separate post about how it's ended up going full villain, and not even the likeable sort of villain Grant sometimes plays (see: Paddington 2). In Every Breath You Take (#168), he plays the most idiotic and cliched sort of villain, albeit one that uses the surface charms that made him worth likening to Grant. He's that hoary old trope of the "handsome psychopath who seduces both your wife and daughter as a means of getting revenge on you," and he doesn't even play it for any irony. Yep, this is a role right out of an early 1990s erotic thriller, and the movie feels like it could have been made then too. (Incidentally, this movie also was a very bad choice for Casey Affleck, who becomes one of the first I can remember with a film in both my top five and bottom five of the year.) If overplaying this ridiculous role weren't bad enough, his next step might have been even worse, as he plays a character who doesn't even get a name. One of the weirdest things about watching Edgar Wright's Last Night in Soho (#152) was that in one of the many late second act sequences that function somewhere between flashback and fever dream, Claflin randomly appears, again plying his sinister wares. He's in the movie for such a short time that you wonder why they even cast a known name in this role. Oh, and according to the credits, that role is "Punter #5." (A punter is a person who solicits prostitutes, for my American audiences.) As long as it involves grinning superciliously, I guess no role is too small for Sam Claflin. 

Dishonorable mentions: Ryan Reynolds (Free Guy, Red Notice), Brian Tyree Henry (Godzilla vs. Kong, Eternals), Bob Odenkirk (Nobody, heart attack)

He who had the most year

Just a quick honorable mention of sorts for Lin-Manuel Miranda, who may have had more exposure in 2021 than any significant artist has had in a single year in cinematic history. Unfortunately, the only one of his five (!) projects that was a total hit with me was Summer of Soul (#19) ... and I've heard people snarkily say they wish he weren't interviewed in it at all. He was remarkably middle of the pack with his other four projects, In the Heights (#69), Encanto (#73), Tick, Tick ... Boom! (#77) and Vivo (#99). Still, a year where he spread himself this thin and still produced quality work must be acknowledged somehow ... and let's hope the Miranda backlash and burnout that have already begun don't define his next few years ahead. 

Parenthood and terminal illness take center stage

Not to bring down the room in what is meant to be a fun 2021 recap post, but there must have been a one-year delay in my reaction to my mother's death, in June of 2020, in terms of the films that most resonated with me. You could ascribe the delay to films being made in the wake of COVID with COVID informing them, but I think we won't really be getting most of those films until next year. Especially since my #1 film, which deals with both parenthood and terminal illness, actually debuted at TIFF in September of 2019, before we even knew what a coronavirus was.

It seems telling that five of my top 15 films dealt with parenthood, terminal illness or both, given that my mother had both Alzheimer's and COVID, the latter only hastening along what the former was working hard to achieve. Obviously I would still be processing her passing, and the films of 2021 certainly helped me do that.

However, it wasn't just that she was my parent where the parenthood factors in. Many of these films made me think of my own role as a parent to my children, and how terminal illness would make that role all the more complicated and poignant.

In addition to Our Friend (#1), in which the characters played by Dakota Johnson and Casey Affleck must figure out how to break the news of her terminal cancer diagnosis to their daughters, you've got my #3 film, The Father, which is perhaps the closest match to my own particular circumstances. Anthony Hopkins' descent toward dementia is witnessed and felt most deeply by his daughter (Olivia Colman), who must make many of the decisions my sister and I had to make about treatment and even daily interactions.

Then at #6 you've got Swan Song, a film in which Mahershala Ali's character, also cancer stricken, considers an experimental technique to clone himself and the full set of his memories so he can effectively replace the damaged version of himself with a clean copy, without anyone knowing the difference. His struggle to say goodbye to his family, when they don't even know what's going on and that they are losing any version of him, was heartbreaking to say the least.

At #8 you've got a less emotionally fraught version of terminal cancer in the co-lead of Saint Maud, played by Jennifer Ehle. She's going downhill and also possibly possessed by the devil, according to her caretaker (Morfydd Clark). That gets at personality changes that occur during the late stages of cancer, a topic Our Friend touches on as well (and that The Father also touches on, though obviously not as a result of cancer in that case). 

Then finally my #15, Fatherhood, deals with how a single father (Kevin Hart) addresses parenting a baby girl after an abrupt form of illness -- his wife's sudden death of a pulmonary embolism while she's still in the hospital after giving birth. For much of the narrative this one deals more with parenthood and if you're doing it correctly, a worry every parent feels.

You could even throw in #9 Dune if you want to talk about films examining mothers and fathers and their sons, and both themes are touched on in Drive My Car (#5), though I don't want to stretch the point too much.

We don't control what films resonate with us each year, and I have never thought of myself as a person who is unduly influenced by a particular set of issues that disproportionately affect me. I think that's the best way to be, if you can help it, when you are a film critic. But there's no doubt that something about these themes spoke to me in 2021, making for a fitting farewell to my mother.

My kingdom for a short movie

Movies in 2021 were long.

Forty-three of the 170 movies I saw were in excess of two hours. That's 25 percent. I can't say for sure how this stacks up against other years, because I don't think I've counted before, but it's got to be a pretty high percentage. And given the number of movies that were in excess of 115 minutes but not 120, which I'm not even counting here, the average length has got to be higher still.

I suppose filmmakers view it as good news that studios and streaming services now treat it as a benefit if a movie runs long. Film critics might disagree, both in their interpretation of the films they're watching, and in the length it takes to watch them -- sometimes back-to-back-to-back on consecutive days, or even within the same day. (There was a stretch last week as I was closing out my list when I watched The Eyes of Tammy Faye, House of Gucci, Drive My Car, Eternals and Annette on consecutive days, all of which surpassed two hours.)

Speaking of Drive My Car, that was the longest at 179 minutes. Good thing it ended up at #5 on my list for the year. The shortest of the qualifiers was The Many Saints of Newark at exactly 120. Given what that movie had to cover, it's a miracle it wasn't longer. 

I've complained about long movies before and it's not a particularly interesting observation to make about the film industry. But something feels like it changed in 2021. Maybe it was when I was asked by an Australian filmmaker to review a movie he made called Rage, which I actually liked pretty well despite it finishing at only #120 for the year. Even this was 143 minutes. It defies everything you think you know about a low budget film, which would typically require every bit of financing it could scrape together just to reach proper feature length.

There were some short movies out there. One of my big regrets was that I could not get my hands on Petite Maman, the 72-minute film from Celine Sciamma, whose Portrait of a Lady on Fire was my #2 of 2019. In fact, I had a debate about whether to include a 45-minute film I saw via Slamdance, Taipei Suicide Story, ultimately preserving my old-fashioned notion of the lower length limits of a feature film. At times, though, I felt like a year of 170 Taipei Suicide Storys could be just the ticket. 

I guess the days are long gone when studios insisted on merciless cuts to get the film down to a length audiences would happily consume. Thanks Marvel! 

Latest inductee into the two-timers club

We've got a new inductee into the two-timers club, in other words, actors or others who appear in more than one movie I've selected as my #1 of the year. And he's a problematic one.

Welcome, Casey Affleck.

Affleck joins, among others, the likes of Ethan Hawke, Emmanuel Lubezki, Paul Dano, Kate Winslet and Charlie Kaufman -- Kaufman is actually the lone member of the three-timers club. Affleck appeared in both my #1 of 2017, A Ghost Story, and this year's #1, Our Friend

As mentioned earlier in this post, he also appeared in one of my worst of the year, Every Breath You Take, so 2021 was by no means a slam dunk for him.

That last is an indication of the sorts of movies he's had to settle for after falling from grace in the wake of #metoo allegations. The allegations against him are disturbing, but at least they are not as bad as those against some other people.

Anyway, I won't deny when an actor is good and when his contributions to a great movie make it that much greater, and that's the case with Our Friend

So welcome, Casey. No asterisk next to your name. You're in. 

Best non-2021

These were the ten best movies I saw in 2021 that did not come out in 2021. Listed alphabetically.

Freaky (2020, Christopher Landon) - It may not actually be one of the ten best non-2021 movies I saw, but this cheeky horror comedy with heart was definitely one of the ten best times I had watching a movie in 2021.  

Freaky Friday (1976, Gary Nelson) - I was clearly in a freaky mood in 2021, and could never have guessed what pure joy I would get from our family viewing of this Disney live-action classic. 

Gaslight (1944, George Cukor) - I finally got to appreciate the cinematic origins of this term, as well as why the movie that spawned it was classic enough to have introduced the word into our consciousness.

The Harder They Fall (1956, Mark Robson) - The final film of my Knowing Noir series was also Humphrey Bogart's final film, and put the finishing touches on a small bit of Bogart redemption at the end of the year. 

Jodorowsky's Dune (2013, Frank Pavich) - This remarkable documentary was responsible for kicking off a Dune-themed final quarter to my year, including reading the novel prior to watching Denis Villeneuve's film -- or most of the novel, as I still have about a hundred pages left (eek). 

Key Largo (1948, John Huston) - One of only two older movies I gave five stars in 2021 (along with the next film on this list), Key Largo quickly became both my favorite noir and favorite Bogart movie of all time. 

A Matter of Life and Death (1946, Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger) - What a delightful contemplation of life, love, the afterlife, and a romance that crosses over the thin membrane between this world and the next. 

On the Beach (1959, Stanley Kramer) - Who knew that nuclear cautionary tales made back in the 1950s -- and set in the city in which I currently live -- could be so eerie and trenchant? 

Throne of Blood (1957, Akira Kurosawa) - In a year in which I came across several versions of Macbeth, this was the one that finally turned me around on one of Shakespeare's most alienating tragedies. 

Woman in the Dunes (1964, Hiroshi Teshigahara) - The existential properties of sand have never been as profound to me, nor as profoundly realized, as this. 

Stats

Just for fun, a look at some stats for the viewing year just completed:

Movies by star rating: - 5 stars (2), 4.5 stars (15), 4 stars (32), 3.5 stars (41), 3 stars (30), 2.5 stars (16), 2 stars (20), 1.5 stars (8), 1 star (6), 0.5 stars (0)

It was nearly comical for me to note how predictably spread out my movies are in a parabolic shape, and how little the shape changes from year to year. Here is the variance from last year in these categories, with a + representing more movies with this rating this year, a - indicating more last year and a zero indicating the same in both years: 

5 stars (0), 4.5 stars (-2), 4 stars (+6), 3.5 stars (+5), 3 stars (+1), 2.5 stars (+1), 2 stars (+11), 1.5 stars (+2), 1 star (-1) and 0.5 stars (-2) 

And most of that change is due to just seeing more movies, with one exception: the jump by 11 of movies I rated two stars. And there, ladies and gentlemen, you have my explanation for why this feels to me like a very mediocre movie year.

Movies by source - Netfix (44), theater (37), iTunes (31), Amazon (16), screener (10), MIFF (10), Disney+ (9), AppleTV+ (6), Fetch (2), Stan (2), Slamdance (2), Australian Broadcasting Company (1)
Total new movies watched in the calendar year - 277
Total rewatches - 47 (down from 81 in 2020)
2021 movies watched more than once - 3 (Our Friend, Bo Burnham: Inside, Fatherhood)

Another name for ...

Gunda is ... Pig
Pig is ... The Truffle Hunters
Clifford the Big Red Dog is ... Dog Gone Trouble
Sing 2 is ... Ballad of a White Cow
Sing 2 is ... Swan Song
In the Heights is ... West Side Story
The Green Knight is ... The Last Duel
The Tomorrow War is ... Army of the Dead
Don't Look Up is ... Shadow in the Cloud

And finishing with ...

Lighting round

Again sacrificing the "my list vs. the Oscar nominations" portion of "Lightning round." Maybe next year.

Highest ranked film I first saw on streaming - Bo Burnham: Inside (#2)
Highest ranked film I first saw on rental - Our Friend (#1)
Highest ranked film I first saw in the theater - The Father (#3)
Actor who may have won me over - Jennifer Ehle (Saint Maud)
Actor who may have driven me away - Vin Diesel (Fast & Furious 9)
Breakout actress - Alana Haim (Licorice Pizza)
Breakout actor - Alex Hassell (The Tragedy of Macbeth)
Most unexpected performance - Simon Rex (Red Rocket)
Most unexpected performance in a film I actually liked - Benedict Cumberbatch (Power of the Dog)
Best Netflix movie - Bo Burnham: Inside (#2)
Worst Netflix movie - Sweet Girl (#169)
Director who dropped out of my good graces - Sean Baker (Red Rocket)
Director who dropped out of my good graces, runner up - Edgar Wright (Last Night in Soho)
Director who dropped out of my good graces, second runner up - Wes Anderson (The French Dispatch)
Director who is back in my good graces - James Gunn (The Suicide Squad)
Movie that got better the more I thought about it - The Lost Daughter (#23)
Movie that got worse the more I thought about it - Nobody (#158)
Most overrated by critics - Zola (#139)
Most underrated by critics - Our Friend (#1)
Best sequel - Sing 2 (#11)
Worst sequel - The Matrix Resurrections (#170)
Best reboot - The Suicide Squad (#14)
Worst reboot - The Matrix Resurrections (#170)
Best title - Gunpowder Milkshake
Worst title - Hurrah, We Are Still Alive! 
Most literal title - Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar 
Least literal title - Licorice Pizza
Loudest Bruno - Luca
Quietest Bruno - Encanto
Most cars in space - Fast & Furious 9
Fewest cars in space - The Last Duel
Birds - Swan Song, Swan Song, Penguin Bloom, The Starling, Ride the Eagle

Portmanteaus tomorrow!

Monday, January 17, 2022

Our 2021

Nearly two years into the pandemic, the Oscars have still not totally normalized.

Back in the olden days, the hard-and-fast rule was that we would close out our rankings from the previous year on the morning the Oscar nominations were announced. This was usually the second or third week of January, and had been landing pretty reliably between the 10th and 14th of the month in recent years. (I say "we" because I have a friend who does this along with me.)

Last year was obviously an exception, as eligible films were still being released until the end of February, nominations weren't revealed until March and the show itself went up at the end of April. 

Even this year, though, when the eligibility deadline has returned to its previous date of December 31st, the nominations are still lagging behind. We won't know which films get nominated for best picture until February 8th.

Simply put, that's too long to continue the already interminable-feeling home stretch of cramming in 2021 movies.

My friend and I had decided on January 10th as the day to close our rankings, as we did last year, when we chose January 11th. (We chose Monday morning as that has been what the Oscars have been doing lately.) Then we called an audible and changed it to January 17th, which I didn't realize at the time was Martin Luther King Jr. Day. (No disrespect is perceived in this choice, I hope, because none is intended.)

Why? A little film called The Tragedy of Macbeth

Because it wasn't coming to AppleTV+ until January 14th, my friend was fretting over his inability to include it this year. I could get to it at the cinema, but I was loath to use one of my limited available theatrical excursions to see it when it would be available for home viewing only a few days after our ranking deadline. 

So we just mutually decided to extend that deadline.

We wouldn't normally make an exception for a single film, but my friend was also trying to set a personal viewing record (he got there), so we just decided to do it -- a decision made easier because January 10th was essentially an arbitrary deadline anyway.

Hopefully in 2023 things will be back to normal and we'll get a mid-January reveal of the Oscar nominations. 

Because of the extra week and other factors that I have already discussed a number of times on this blog, I also set a personal record for movies ranked at the deadline. Not just set, but shattered. My total of 170 is 19 higher than my previous record of 151, set in 2016. That's in a year in which theatrical visits were severely restricted for a good portion of the year. These are the counterintuitive times we live in, I guess.

I won't subject you to any more of this preamble. But before we get on to the good stuff, a quick listing of five titles (in no particular order) that eluded me for one reason or another, which I regret:

1. Petite Maman - Celine Sciamma's follow-up to my cherished Portrait of a Lady on Fire just wasn't available anywhere to me.

2. A Hero - Ditto Asghar Farhadi's latest, which I would have seen at MIFF had the theatrical portion of the program not been cancelled due to COVID.

3. Nightmare Alley - A scheduled advanced screening of Guillermo del Toro's latest had to be cancelled last Tuesday due to COVID (you're seeing a theme here).

4. Memoria - I'm not sure if anyone has actually seen Apichitpong Weerasethakul's latest, given its weird release strategy, and that includes me. 

5. CODA - I heard good things about this year's MIFF opening night film, but it never seemed to become available for rental.

Okay, it's time to get to the list of my best, my worst, and all 170 films I ranked in 2021, starting with a countdown of my top ten:

10. The Tragedy of Macbeth - Speaking of The Tragedy of Macbeth ... I'm glad I was able to fit it in, as it booted out one of my top ten on the final weekend. (Though I'm sorry for that film.) On artistic merit alone, this could shoot much higher on my list and I'd be only too happy to see it go there. Because of a lingering dislike for this play, though, I'm comfortable slotting it in here. Joel Coen's solo adaptation of "the Scottish play" is one of a few recently seen adaptations that has helped me appreciate Macbeth a bit more, and this streamlined version, which seems not to sacrifice any of the choicest bits of Shakespeare's language, removes a lot of the narrative ambiguity the play previously held for me. Not only do you have an otherworldly landscape and black and white cinematography that would have sent Ingmar Bergman into fits of professional jealousy, but you have a perfectly chosen cast, starting with Denzel Washington -- an actor I never thought would have been such a fit for Shakespeare. His conversational, Washington-style engagement with the dialogue helps us understand this character's humanity, and Frances McDormand, her own character's monstrosity. Kathryn Hunter's depiction of the three witches stands out both for the difficulty of her performance and for the eerie encapsulation of Coen's singular vision for the material. And it really is an unforgettable vision. Ethan who?

9. Dune - This is what I wanted from Denis Villeneuve's Blade Runner reboot. If you remove the possibility of the story going wrong -- as it's based on one of the most beloved sci-fi novels of all time -- you're left with only the massive spectacle Villeneuve has proven himself capable of staging. Even other people's disappointments with where the story ended weren't a problem for me, because I was reading the book at the time and knew what to expect. Simply put, Dune was one of the most overwhelming experiences I've had at the theater in quite some time, kicking off from the very first moment, when a profound quotation about space is read by a voice both infinitely alien and infinitely alienating. The sound design is where this film begins, on the audio side, but it continues with possibly my favorite score from a man (Hans Zimmer) whose bombastic collaborations with Christopher Nolan had driven me away. That I would have first chosen to discuss two auditory elements before even getting to the visuals is just a measure of what a massive success this is, as the gloriously conceived images of multiple fantasy worlds just dominate and envelope you throughout, and the cast has been perfectly selected to bring their roles to life. To watch Dune is to feel yourself in the presence of prestige, of artists working at the absolute peak of their abilities. I'm a little worried that the events of the novel's second half won't make for a very good sequel. Fortunately, the unqualified brilliance of Dune was a hit with audiences, so we'll get a chance to find out.

8. Saint Maud - Every once in a while, a horror film is creepy enough (like 2016's The Blackcoat's Daughter) or topical enough (like 2020's The Platform) that it makes my top ten list. Saint Maud has both of those things in spades. The most obvious part of Rose Glass' debut feature, after a half-dozen shorts, is the creepy part. The subject matter concerns a highly religious live-in nurse in England, who becomes convinced that the expatriate American artist she's caring for, currently dying of cancer, is possessed by the devil. There's plenty of eerie shit here, as religious horror can be the best sort if it's done correctly (see: The Exorcist). But without calling attention to it, Glass also has her eye on the religious right and the way they impose their morals on everyone around them. Maud (Morfydd Clark) thinks Amanda (Jennifer Ehle) must be a sinner because she has a relationship with a girl who comes to visit her, and throws lavish parties that are entirely lacking in sensible decisions about her health. But is this just Maud's superiority, and is it hypocritical superiority, as it covers up Maud's own checkered past? Is the increasingly agitated Maud able to separate her twisted fantasies from reality? You have to watch this unforgettable debut to find out, and you'll be treated to an incredible vision of spiritual distress. 

7. La Veronica - For the fourth year in a row (following Everybody Knows in 2018, Vivarium in 2019 and The Killing of Two Lovers in 2020), I am ranking a movie I saw at MIFF that other people haven't seen yet in my top ten. Those three all made my top five -- actually my top three. La Veronica could not quite get there but that does not make it any less fantastic. It's a stylistically unique contemplation on the fame and interior emptiness of social media influencers, from Chilean director Leonardo Medel and starring, in a role with an incredible degree of difficulty, Mariana di Girolamo (Ema). The stylistic uniqueness comes from the fact that every shot in the film -- with one small exception -- is a shot of the title character in the exact middle of the frame, the exact same distance from the camera, only in different environments as she navigates her daily influencer duties, her campaign to become the face of a cosmetics company, her severe post-pardom depression and the possible infidelity of her soccer star husband. It's solipsism incarnate. Each shot runs for several minutes and requires perfection from di Girolamo, which she gives throughout. As I said in the final line of my review on ReelGood, "It's a searing portrait of the toxicity of the self." And it's incredible, so you should see it as soon as someone deems it fit to give you the chance. (The movie started making the festival rounds in 2020 but has not yet found distribution, apparently.)

6. Swan Song
- This is the first year since I've been ranking movies that I've seen two movies with the same title in the same year. Spoiler alert: Only one of them made my top ten, though the other did make my top 20. This one is directed by Benjamin Cleary, an AppleTV+ original in which Mahershala Ali gives one of the best performances of the year in a dual role, as both himself and his clone. In a year in which films about fatherhood seemed to hit me pretty hard, this one did as well. It features a future where cloning is a secret new technology that makes it possible to replace a human being, including his memories, in his family context, leaving all of them none the wiser -- except the original man, who deteriorates with a fatal illness in a remote scientific facility as his family goes on with their lives, believing he's still with them. Whether to do this or not -- to say goodbye to your son and wife when they don't know they're saying goodbye to you -- is the intellectual and emotional crux of this fascinating film. This is the film in my top ten I am most concerned about rewatching in order to confirm its legitimacy as a top ten film, because I was in an admittedly vulnerable emotional place at the time I saw it, less than 48 hours before I moved out of the house I had been living in for eight-plus years. I think it'll hold up under normal conditions, though, both for its immaculately conceived vision of a near future, and for capturing emotions that are timeless. 

5. Drive My Car
- I hadn't even heard of Drive My Car until late December, and was not expecting to have a chance at it, since it's not even open yet in most of the U.S. But it fell into my lap when I got a screener link to review it ahead of its February 10th Australian release. Then there was the issue of it being the longest film of the year at 179 minutes. I overcame all these obstacles to select Ryusuke Hamaguchi's adaptation of a Haruki Murakami short story in my top five for the year. Unlike the other very long recent adaptation of a Murakami short, Burning, Drive My Car's meditative rhythms and slow build toward unbearable emotional intensity totally clicked with me. It's the story of an actor and theater director (Hidetoshi Nishijima) as he works on a multilingual staging of Chekov's Uncle Vanya, where actors speak in their own languages (including sign language) and a screen above the stage translates. That's about all I really want to tell you about the plot, because certain things will come as a surprise even though Hamaguchi doesn't necessarily structure them that way. Narrative surprises are too pedestrian an artistic approach for this film, which doesn't suggest it is complicated or hard to follow -- it is actually extremely straightforward. Hamaguchi just knows that the key to an engrossing story with emotional potency is to spend a long and leisurely sojourn with its characters, as ever more is revealed about their actions and motivations. The resulting film grapples with loss and regret and the ways disparate characters, some of whom should be enemies, are bonded through shared human experience. Just sign up for the three hours -- it's time well spent.  

4. The Last Duel - One director I never expected to make my top ten was Ridley Scott, because you know what? He had directed 16 films since I started ranking my movies in 1996, and not a one of them has cracked my top ten. I guess all he had to do was marry his undeniable technical gifts for staging epic subject matter with a script that gave a real event in 14th century France all the immediacy of our 21st century social discourse. The different voices present in The Last Duel -- it was written by the intriguing motley crew of Matt Damon, Ben Affleck and Nicole Holofcener -- are a good metaphor for the film, which considers the perspectives of, appropriately, two men and a woman on the rape of the woman, and the duel to the death between the other two that was designed to prove the veracity of the charge. Depending on who won that duel, either one or two of those three would be dead at the end of it -- because if the woman's husband failed to kill the accused rapist, it was seen by the courts as proof that she was lying, which carried her own (very painful) death sentence. Not only does the Roshomon-style story have major implications in our #metoo era, but the six primary collaborators -- Adam Driver and Jodie Comer join Damon and Affleck on screen -- consider other urgent modern matters like Trump-style cronyism and the divide between the haves and have nots. What I may have found most interesting about the movie is that even when the very flawed characters played by Damon and Driver tell their side of the story, their own self-presentations are colored by a blindness to their own monstrous behavior, weaknesses presented as virtues. Privilege gets the most wicked skewering in this rousing spectacle that confirms our human faults have continued to repeat themselves throughout history.

3. The Father - The ambiguity about which movie came out in which year had some benefits, which was that I decided I had good reason to rank The Father this year -- even though Anthony Hopkins won an Oscar for it last year. Any time I see a film I love this much, I long to be able to include it in my top ten list, and the release and Oscar eligibility rules were goofy enough that I just decided to interpret them as I saw fit. You might assume The Father resonated with me because I have recently lost a parent who had Alzheimer's. You'd only be partially correct. The Father resonates with me more than anything because of its exquisite filmmaking, only one part of which was the searing portrayal of dementia that somehow legitimized Hopkins' Oscar upset of Chadwick Boseman. Director Florian Zeller could have asked Hopkins to carry the whole film, and he would have obliged, but Zeller's shrewd sense of how to amplify Hopkins' condition through manipulation of the sets and Hopkins' fellow actors went beyond the needs of a film that could have easily just been an acting showcase. Zeller really recreates the confusion surrounding our protagonist, also named Anthony, who alternates from jolly tap dancing to lashing out and back again. You would too if different actors were playing your loved ones from one scene to the next, and a hallway led to a different part of the house today than it did yesterday. That's dementia for you. The film culminates with my most emotionally potent moment of the whole year -- maybe either 2020 or 2021.   

2. Bo Burnham: Inside
- Bo Burnham may have been responsible for 2021's most vital and exciting use of the tools of cinema. Yes, I said "cinema" -- I will not tolerate any suggestion that this is "just" a comedy special, or is even primarily that, given that 1) there is no audience, and 2) no comedy special I've ever heard of has an entire soundtrack of amazing music, which I listened to more than any other in 2021. Burnham took his year-long indoor COVID sentence and turned it into a brilliantly conceived and executed, one-man tour de force that tackles every political and social ill of our times, wrapped up in crippling depression, plus all the ways the internet eats its own tail -- witness the Russian nesting doll of reaction videos pictured here. Miraculously, Burnham never forgets to be funny. His improbable mixture of tones is never better exemplified than the song that earned the biggest external life of its own, "White Woman's Instagram." In the middle of a spot-on evisceration of white privilege, Burnham sucker punches us with the film's most unexpectedly poignant moment. In among all her miniature pumpkins and quotes from Lord of the Rings attributed to Martin Luther King (whose legacy we are celebrating today), the character admits to missing her mother, who died ten years ago, listing for her the ways she has come good in the world -- and asking her to give a hug to Dad. Is this woman's desperate quest for validation just a life-long reaction to losing not one, but both of her parents? One moment she is Burnham's ultimate fool. The next, she is just a human being with the needs we all share -- particularly Burnham himself, who is the most merciless victim of his own satire, a rich white guy torn between trying to change the world and clearing the way for others better qualified to do it.

1. Our Friend
- Welcome to the least critically acclaimed movie I have ever selected as my #1. Oh, I think the people who saw Gabriela Cowperthwaite's Our Friend liked it well enough, but they were spread out over a couple years, as the film premiered at TIFF in 2019 before finally garnering a limited theatrical release this past January, of all months. Some ardent fans notwithstanding, and despite starring a great trio of actors (Jason Segel, Casey Affleck and Dakota Johnson), it was basically lost in the shuffle. Well, I'm here to tell you this is a profound achievement both in films about terminal illness and films about friendship. Cowperthwaite, known primarily to me as a director of documentaries (Blackfish), has assembled a lyrical, challengingly structured adaptation of journalist Matthew Teague's article "The Friend," about how his and his wife's mutual friend Dane (Segel) supported them and their two daughters following Nicole Teague's terminal cancer diagnosis. What sounds like a non-stop bummer is actually an engrossing contemplation of our interpersonal duties to the people we love, who are rarely as perfect as most disease movies make them out to be. The stellar trio of performances -- and a fourth from child actor Stella Kai -- made me cry once on my first viewing, and about six times on the viewing a week ago that served as confirmation of my choice. Segel in particular astonishes as a man going nowhere who finds a purpose in just being there for this family as they struggle through the worst time in their lives. The film also shows the history of his relationship with Matthew and Nicole -- whom he asked out before realizing she was married -- interspersed throughout the narrative. It's funny and sad and ultimately life affirming, in the best possible sense of that fraught phrase. It's also thematically compatible with COVID, a time when we've all put our lives on hold, not worried about where we're going or where we've been, and tried to find one thing we could do to make this moment in time more tolerable. This is a touching tribute to all the Danes out there, and it's my favorite of the year.

Congratulations to Burnham, Villeneuve and Coen, making their second (Eighth Grade), third (EnemySicario) and fourth (Fargo, Inside Llewyn Davis, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs) trips to my top ten as directors, respectively. That puts Joel Coen alone in first place as the director who has made my most top tens of all time, breaking a previous tie with (deep breath) Wes Anderson, Alfonso Cuaron, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, Spike Jonze, Richard Linklater, Christopher Nolan, Alexander Payne, David O. Russell, Steven Soderbergh, Steven Spielberg, Quentin Tarantino, and of course his own brother Ethan.

Now on to the bad news. Here are my five worst films of 2021:

5. Jolt - An idiotic female John Wick-style action movie starring Kate Beckinsale, in which the gimmick is that she has rage control issues and must give herself periodic electrical shocks to keep from unloading on the nearest person guilty of the most minor microaggression. Sounds like a good idea until you see how poorly the gimmick is used and/or executed ... oh, and until you see the scene where our hero throws a baby in a maternity ward as a means of misdirection.

4. The Woman in the Window - This laughable rip-off of Rear Window has that gross sheen of airport paperback fiction, which may not be surprising as it's an adaptation of exactly that. Can you say the movie wastes the talents of director Joe Wright if he's the one wasting his own talents? He's clearly wasting Amy Adams' talents as this is an absurd misfire full of incorrectly modulated performances and dumb twists. Just a shameful waste of celluloid -- or maybe these days I should say gigabytes. 

3. Every Breath You Take - Do we really need an extremely basic psychological thriller in which a handsome stranger seduces and ultimately stalks a family recovering from a trauma in the Pacific Northwest? Director Vaughn Stein (that's gotta be a fake name) thinks so. I thought they stopped making these movies in the 1990s. Stein stopped making this movie on day two or three of the shoot.

2. Sweet Girl - If my bottom five movies of the year are laden with groan-inducing twists in bad thrillers, Sweet Girl has easily the worst, which for some reason I will not spoil. Let's just say it's one of those movies where when you get to the twist, you just say "Nuh uh" for everything else that has happened to this point. It's extremely poorly directed, with the normally charismatic Jason Momoa particularly hamstrung by director Brian Andrew Mendoza's cluelessness.

1. The Matrix Resurrections - I normally find myself in the position of defending reboots, so this is a strange outcome for me. In a year I didn't hate many movies, the latest Matrix earns its spot in the all-time hall of shame by being the most disappointed, the most bored, the most confused and the most annoyed I was by any movie I saw this year. Lana Wachowski's jokey meta interpretation of her own disinterest in making another Matrix movie was a massive tonal misfire, and to make matters worse, the film is ugly and poorly executed with extremely uneven performances. Whoa indeed. 

Before we get to the whole list, I need to remind you that I ranked 170 films this year. That means my top 85 are all in the upper half of my rankings. So if a film you loved is lower than you might expect, remember there was a lot of competition this year. 

Okay:

1. Our Friend
2. Bo Burnham: Inside
3. The Father
4. The Last Duel
5. Drive My Car
6. Swan Song (Benjamin Cleary)
7. La Veronica
8. Saint Maud
9. Dune
10. The Tragedy of Macbeth
11. Sing 2
12. The Disciple
13. The Mitchells vs. the Machines
14. The Suicide Squad
15. Fatherhood
16. Shadow in the Cloud
17. The Power of the Dog
18. Passing
19. Summer of Soul (... or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised)
20. Swan Song (Todd Stephens)
21. The Rescue
22. The Harder They Fall
23. The Lost Daughter
24. Long Story Short
25. Language Lessons
26. Stowaway
27. Oxygen
28. Those Who Wish Me Dead
29. Val
30. Minari
31. Fear Street Part Two: 1978
32. Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar
33. Don't Look Up
34. Fear Street Part Three: 1666
35. Wish Dragon
36. The Nowhere Inn
37. The White Tiger
38. Penguin Bloom
39. Spider-Man: No Way Home
40. Licorice Pizza
41. Space Jam: A New Legacy
42. Psycho Goreman
43. Nine Days
44. King Richard
45. The Worst Person in the World
46. The Truffle Hunters
47. All Light, Everywhere
48. Luca
49. The Velvet Underground
50. The Dry
51. Candyman
52. Afterlife of the Party
53. Black as Night
54. The Green Knight
55. Ballad of a White Cow
56. Riders of Justice
57. The Dig
58. We Are the Thousand
59. Malignant
60. No Time to Die
61. Cruella
62. Ninjababy
63. Gunda
64. Judas and the Black Messiah
65. Best Sellers
66. Ghostbusters: Afterlife
67. Space Sweepers
68. Raya and the Last Dragon
69. In the Heights
70. Lamb
71. Belfast
72. Spencer
73. Encanto
74. West Side Story
75. Worth
76. The Courier
77. Tick, Tick ... BOOM!
78. Cinderella
79. House of Gucci
80. One Second
81. The Night
82. Pig
83. Beckett
84. I Care a Lot
85. Music
86. Finch
87. Being the Ricardos
88. A Quiet Place Part II
89. Malcolm & Marie
90. The Voyeurs
91. The Many Saints of Newark
92. My Name is Gulpilil
93. Awake
94. Blood Red Sky
95. Palmer
96. Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings
97. Bob Ross: Happy Accidents, Betrayal & Greed
98. About Endlessness
99. Vivo
100. Till Death
101. The Card Counter
102. The Scary of Sixty-First
103. Annette
104. Ron's Gone Wrong
105. Coming Home in the Dark
106. Willy's Wonderland
107. Everybody's Talking About Jamie
108. The Guilty
109. The Tomorrow War
110. Titane
111. Night of the Kings
112. Streamline
113. The Godmother
114. Tom Clancy's Without Remorse
115. Percy vs. Goliath
116. Jungle Cruise
117. The Eyes of Tammy Faye
118. Things Heard & Seen
119. A Brixton Tale
120. Rage
121. Old
122. Madres
123. Army of the Dead
124. Coming 2 America
125. Earwig and the Witch
126. City of Lies
127. Lapsis
128. Free Guy
129. Cherry
130. Chaos Walking
131. Black Widow
132. The Food Club
133. America: The Motion Picture
134. Night Teeth
135. Fear Street Part One: 1994
136. The Manor
137. Eternals
138. C'mon C'mon
139. Zola
140. Gunpowder Milkshake
141. Ride the Eagle
142. There's Someone Inside Your House
143. Nitram
144. Dog Gone Trouble
145. Red Rocket
146. Red Notice
147. Spiral: From the Book of Saw
148. Fast & Furious 9
149. Mortal Kombat
150. Moxie
151. The French Dispatch
152. Last Night in Soho
153. The Unholy
154. Royal Jelly
155. The Starling
156. Bingo Hell
157. Reminiscence
158. Nobody
159. Hurrah, We Are Still Alive!
160. Godzilla vs. Kong
161. Good on Paper
162. Bad Trip
163. Dear Evan Hansen
164. He's All That
165. Thunder Force
166. Jolt
167. The Woman in the Window
168. Every Breath You Take
169. Sweet Girl
170. The Matrix Resurrections

And ending with five films with potentially controversial rankings that I felt like I needed to explain:

11. Sing 2 - Would have been the first animated sequel in my top ten since Toy Story 2 had Macbeth not displaced it. What can I say, I loved this movie.

32. Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar - As much as I loved everything this was going for, it only got 75% of the way there for me. 

54. The Green Knight - See my comment for Barb and Star.

69. In the Heights - Would have been much higher if the last hour didn't draaaaaag.

151./152. - The French Dispatch/Last Night in Soho - My 1-2 punch of directors I've loved in the past who really pissed me off with their latest films. 

Okay, I'd love to hear what you think! Speak now (in the comments section) or forever hold your peace! (Actually, this is a blog so it will be up forever, until they take down the internet. Speak at some point in the future as I would love to hear what I got right and wrong.)