Showing posts with label decades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decades. Show all posts

Thursday, April 2, 2020

A pedantic notion of decades, and other virtual movie fun

We had our first "virtual drinks" on Sunday afternoon with a couple friends. The husband of the other couple decided to use the Zoom meeting technology to prepare a little movie quiz for us. I didn't think it was necessary, but it ended up being fun. And besides, just because we could talk about coronavirus for 80 minutes, that doesn't mean it's what we should do -- what was any good for our mental health.

The premise of the game was that I was going to send him my favorite movie from each of the years featured in a movie book he had called Movies of the 80s, which you see to your right. He was going to record my answers and then his own answers, and then our wives were going to try to guess what the other husband had chosen -- not their own husband, but the other husband. That seemed counterintuitive to me, but then again, probably better to make a game of who knows the other husband better than who knows their own husband better. The latter is fraught with peril, especially at a time when we are probably already getting on each others' nerves anyway.

So he sent me the book's table of contents, as you will see in the pictures below, which included each movie year and then a list of movies that they had selected to discuss from that year -- or in some cases, not from that year, but again, more on that in a moment.

I'll include below what my options were and what I chose; I don't remember in every case what his choices were, but that's okay, because you don't know him anyway.

But I wanted to start by poking holes in this book's definition of what a decade is.

When I got the photo of the first page from him, the first movie year they discussed was 1981. I thought that it was weird that they had excluded 1980, but kind of brushed it off until I saw the last year they discussed: 1990.

I was honestly flummoxed how they could make such an egregious error -- though as you will see, it was not the only one. Then I realized what they were doing, which was defining the decade extremely pedantically.

As you may remember when the calendar rolled over to 2000, everyone had a handful of obnoxious people in their lives who insisted on telling them that it was not really the start of the 21st century. No, because there was never a year 0, that meant that the 21st century did not actually start until the year 2001.

However true that may have been, I found it annoying. In this case it behoved us to develop a more practical definition of a century, or a millennium, one which recognized the utility of putting like with like. If it had a 2 at the start of the year, it belonged with the third millennium, and if it had zeroes as the second and third digits, it belonged with the first decade and century of that millennium, not the last of the previous.

This book, apparently, is one of those obnoxious/annoying people.

Whether the 1980s really began in 1981 or not, that's not how we do things. Best of the decade lists comes out in years ending in 0, as we all know from the year we are currently in. Everyone whose anyone considers 2010 as part of the teens, not the aughts, though it might have interested me to have the academic debate with myself whether Tangled, a 2010 release, would have also been my favorite movie of last decade.

I think it should have struck someone who was related to this book as weird that a book about the movies of the 1980s contained the year 1990 in it. Sometimes you need to rely on the sniff test, and this should not have passed it.

Anyway. Let's move on.

Below I'll include the photos of each two-page spread (as proof, I guess) and my choice among the available movies. And just a comment on those movies. I'm not sure what kind of book this is supposed to be, but it contains some totally obvious choices (as you would expect) and some I've never heard of. The latter can be a perfectly fine way of doing things, but it just begs the question why they didn't include some of the choices you'd think would be slam dunks. (No Raiders of the Lost Ark in 1981?) My choice will be in bold, movies I haven't seen will be in italics.


1981

Escape from New York
Lola
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid
Conan the Barbarian
Fitzcarraldo
Body Heat
Clean Slate
Das Boot
Blow Out
Time Bandits
Prince of the City

Time Bandits is #32 for me on Flickchart so this was a pretty easy choice, though Das Boot would give it a run for its money. The other guy chose Body Heat, which I thought was a funny choice, particularly for him. I know, I haven't seen Conan.

1982

Flashdance
Fanny and Alexander
E.T.
Tootsie
Scarface
Querelle
The King of Comedy
Blade Runner
Gandhi
The Draughtman's Contract
Monty Python's The Meaning of Life

What the hell is Querelle? This book has got a stiffy for Rainer Werner Fassbinder as Lola in 1981 was also directed by him. (And I actually could not find enough of his stuff easily accessible to even include him in Audient Auteurs a few years ago, as I'd wanted to.) No real competition for Blade Runner as E.T. has dropped in my estimation in recent years. I think he chose The King of Comedy.

1983

Rumble Fish
Once Upon a Time in America
Nostalghia
The Right Stuff

What, was 1983 a particularly shit year? Funny that they could not find a similar number of titles to discuss as other years, all of which have more than ten. At least of the two I've seen, there was an obvious favorite in Once Upon a Time in America. Though I do like Rumble Fish too.

1984

Desperately Seeking Susan
Paris, Texas
The Terminator
Ghostbusters
Blood Simple
Brazil
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Amadeus
Body Double
Beverly Hills Cop
A Passage to India

I was only a Passage to India away from seeing all of these, though I only just saw Paris, Texas last year. I believe we both chose Ghosbusters on this one, one of only two times we both selected the same movie.


1985

Back to the Future
To Live and Die in L.A.
The Fly
Blue Velvet
Prizzi's Honor
Hannah and Her Sisters
Out of Africa
Ran
Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome
Tea in the Harem
My Beautiful Laundrette

Back to the Future is my #2 movie of all time. 'Nuff said. He picked The Fly. Also a good choice. Never even heard of Tea in the Harem.

1986

A Room with a View
The Untouchables
Highlander
Tampopo
Platoon
The Green Ray
Aliens
Down by Law
She's Gotta Have It
Stand by Me

There was a little uncertainty here -- I chose Stand by Me because I know it's #74 on my Flickchart (I mean, I knew it was in the top 100, I looked it up just now to find out the exact number). But I have to figure that if I saw it again now it probably would drop out of the top 100. However, I still probably rank it ahead of Aliens and The Untouchables. He picked Platoon, which I only saw recently and found disappointing.

1987

Full Metal Jacket
A Fish Called Wanda
Fatal Attraction
Au Revoir Les Enfants
The Last Emperor
Frantic
A Chinese Ghost Story
Near Dark
RoboCop
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Lethal Weapon
House of Games
Wall Street

Now this is where things get screwy. My choice, A Fish Called Wanda, did not come out in 1987. Not in any country did it come out in 1987. Its world premiere was in New York in July of 1988. I think it's funny that the world premiere was not in England, but there you have it. Though, just as a reminder that people can be fallible, I always think of it as a 1989 movie, though obviously I'm wrong. I think he selected Lethal Weapon, though it might have been Full Metal Jacket. If I were forced to select a movie that actually came out in 1987, from these choices, I guess it would be Full Metal Jacket, though I only really love the first half.

1988

Die Hard
Rain Man
Dead Ringers
Working Girl
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
The Naked Gun
Mississippi Burning
Dead Poets Society
Batman
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Dangerous Liaisons

*Game show buzzer* Uh uh. At least three more incorrect release years. What crack was the editor of this book smoking? The Last Crusade, Dead Poets Society and Batman all came out in 1989, and those were just the ones I checked to make sure I wasn't going crazy. Sloppy. Side note: First year where I had seen all the movies.


1989

sex, lies and videotape
Miller's Crossing
Pretty Woman
Time of the Gypsies
Crimes and Misdemeanors
When Harry Met Sally ...
My Left Foot
Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!
Born on the Fourth of July
Sweetie

The problem is becoming more profound the later we get in the decade. Miller's Crossing and Pretty Women came out in 1990, and therefore, should not even appear in this book (by my definition). I really wanted to go with Miller's Crossing (despite the incorrect year) but I just had to admit to myself that my favorite romantic comedy of all time had to be recognized. In its correct year at that.

1990*

*invalid year

Home Alone
Dances With Wolves
I Hired a Contract Killer
Total Recall
Wild at Heart
Edward Scissorhands
Misery
Bullet in the Head
Goodfellas

Really good year. Was tempted by Total Recall, Dances With Wolves, Edward Scissorhands and Misery (his selection), but how can you go against Goodfellas? You can't. The book seems to have gotten itself back on track as these all appear to be in the correct release year.

The other wife ended up beating my wife in the competition. But I guess his wife has known me longer than she's known his husband. Anyway.

Okay, not sure if the effort to put this together was borne out in the amount of pleasure you derived from reading it, if you did read the whole thing. But, I also don't think there's any better description of everything we do during Life Under Quarantine.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Best of the 2010s

If you're wondering what the hell the art is for this post, well, I'll tell you.

I've decided I'm tired of giving away the farm with the poster that accompanies a momentous post like the one you are about to read.

In early 2010, when I revealed my best of the 2000s on this blog, I led with a poster of Donnie Darko. It was a well-earned congratulations for Darko, but it had the effect of removing any suspense from the list I was about to reveal. In fact, having already given it away, I listed the movies from 1st to 25th, rather than a countdown, as is more customary.

Well, I've developed more of a flair for the dramatic since then.

I still give away my #1 of a particular year with the poster, as I did earlier this week with Parasite, but at least for the decade, you won't know my choice until the very end. Which is good, because it's a weird choice, at least by most people's standards, and I want to delay you falling out of your chair by at least a few minutes.

In fact, I think the whole list might be a bit weird. There are certainly some solid critical and popular favorites in there, but there are plenty of eccentric choices, and then just the ones that flew under most people's radars, and are special only to me. But I think that's exactly what a list like this should be. If you only go with the most critically lauded choices, that's a bit boring, and is probably not consistent with your actual favorites. If you only go with popular choices, then you are too populist, and again, that's probably not the real you. It's the eccentric and under the radar choices that are the lifeblood of a list like this. They wormed their way from screenplay to production to post production to market and into my heart. They spoke to me specifically in a way that they didn't speak to others, and that's the magic of cinema. I wouldn't have it any other way.

And so yes, in just a moment, I will begin counting down my top 25 films of the decade from #25 to #1. Why 25? Because it's what I did last time. And because I'm going in the reverse order from last time, I will start with shorter blurbs and save the longer blurbs for my top ten, which I think will be a bit goofy from a typographical standpoint, but is consistent with their greater importance to me. Stay tuned tomorrow for the post that goes behind the scenes on the 18-month project it took me to get to this point.

Just a side note: There are several films on this list that debuted at a film festival one, or in one case even two, years before they became available in general release. Therefore, not all the release years you see here will line up with what you might find on IMDB. For English language films, I have used the year in which the movie became available to me. For foreign language films, I have used the year in which it was released in its native country, which may not be the same year I ranked it. In any case, it's a system that makes sense to me.

Okay, let's get this thing started.

But first, an explanation of that poster art.

This is a hybrid of the posters for Daybreakers, the film released on the first wide release date of 2010, and Clemency, the film released on the last wide release date of 2019. So in effect, the first movie of the decade and the last.

Or it could just be that my #1 movie of the decade is Daybrency, a movie about a death row prison warden who has the solemn duty of executing vampires.

Since it isn't, here are my actual top 25, starting with ...

25. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019, Celine Sciamma) - As I only saw this movie for the first time two weeks ago, it seems miraculous I'd allow it onto my top 25, so #25 is a fitting spot for it, even though that may ultimately be too low. It probably goes without saying that it's also the only film on this list I've seen only once. But once was enough to have Celine Sciamma's film seared into my brain in the most beautiful way possible. It's one of this decade's most involving love stories in one of the decade's most gorgeous settings, and it has a lot to say (quite unobtrusively) about feminism and the relationship between artist and subject. As with a number of films yet to come on this list, it also deals movingly with the melancholy impermanence of things, especially things we love. I can't wait to see it again.

24. BlacKkKlansman (2018, Spike Lee) - BlacKkKlansman has its detractors, but they can shut up. You don't take on as much as Spike Lee takes on here without making a few missteps, but they pale in comparison to what Lee gets right. Lee uses his trademark techniques to give us a version of himself at his very best, from the dolly shots he's been doing since the 1980s, to using humor to deflate tension, to the carnival-esque exaggerations he believes are necessary to make his points. Yet there is also something consummately mature about BKKK, be it Lee's approach to the more realistic scenes or his conspicuous desire to be inclusive -- even the police, some of the greatest enemies of African-Americans of the last decade, get a fair shake here. But just when you think Lee has made a feel-good, Hollywood-ending good time, he punches us between the eyes with the strident reminder that racism is still out there, and as pernicious as ever.

23. Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Joel & Ethan Coen) - Coming into this year, I considered the Coens' best movie since Fargo and my #3 of 2013 to be a real contender for my top ten of the decade. Unfortunately, you never know which viewing of a beloved movie will underwhelm you slightly, and that was the case with my fourth viewing of Llewyn Davis last month. The previous three were pretty great, though, keeping it barely in my top 25. The Coens revisit the story of Odysseus in a way much more satisfying to me than O Brother Where Art Thou?, as this Oscar Isaac-led odyssey is a masterwork of misanthropy and missed opportunity. Llewyn Davis is not a bad guy, not at his core, but he is blind to what the universe can offer him due to a combination of pride, displacement and mourning. Therefore, he ends up with pretty much nothing. It's beautifully shot by Bruno Delbonnel and poignant in an acerbic way that only the Coens have really mastered.

22. Red State (2011, Kevin Smith) - I didn't think there was much chance that my #2 of 2011 would make this shortlist, given how the cinephile population disrespects its director and mostly fails to consider this movie an exception to his general output. That kind of thing rubs off on you. But when I rewatched Red State this year, I was reminded again why I escalated it to such heights, specifically the performances Smith gets and the innovative camera usage, particularly for him. Religious extremism has rarely been as scary as it is under Michael Parks' Abin Cooper, and I'm still hearing, echoing in my mind, the unnerving way he pronounces the word "godlessness." It's a document full of surprises, both from its narrative and from its director, and it's a vital one.

21. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (2014, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu) - I fully expected Birdman backlash to knock my #1 movie of 2014 (and the only best picture winner on this list) out of my top 25. But that's why I rewatched my contenders this year. I kind of fell in love with Birdman all over again on my October rewatch, and it wasn't just the still-jaw-dropping technique. The writing is great here, the acting is great here, and the concept is really great -- an exploration of feelings of mounting irrelevance and failure, tinged with special effects that only make the central gimmick trickier, and also deepen the film's existential themes. Riggan Thomson may be the type of rich white man whose problems are no longer our primary focus in 2020, but that doesn't mean he's not a person. Birdman examines his personhood from every conceivable angle.

20. Toni Erdmann (2016, Maren Ade) - It was probably inevitable that my second viewing of the 162-minute Toni Erdmann, the second longest movie on this list and my #1 of 2016, would not be as great as my first, because the first was one of my two best theater experiences of the decade (along with my #7). But I can't forget the way I/we laughed like gassed up lunatics, in the funniest scene of the decade, and that only two minutes after the end of this scene, probably still suffering the physical after effects of the laughter, I was moved to tears. Maren Ade's film has it all and probably more than that in the affecting story of a professional woman and her kooky dad, who is trying desperately to connect with her by publicly trolling her, wearing a wig and false teeth. They were supposed to make an American remake, but I hope that never happens, because Toni Erdmann is pretty much perfect as is.

19. What Maisie Knew (2013, Scott McGehee & David Siegel) - This may be the most unassuming movie to make my best of the decade, though it does have some competition from a couple titles in my top ten. There's not any special technique to McGehee and Siegel's film nor themes we haven't seen elsewhere, just superlative filmmaking and acting all around, and a story that touches you in the best possible way. Young actress Onata Aprile may actually be the film's special technique as she gives a performance that is both understated yet perfectly emoted, as she's passed around first between her father and her mother, then between the estranged new partners of both parents, who are the real parents of this story. Julianne Moore and Steve Coogan are believably toxic and self-absorbed in their own ways, but the film really belongs to Alexander Skarsgard and Joanna Vaderham, consistently giving a good name to people who just try to do the right thing. What Maisie Knew is one of my favorite right things of the decade.

18. Zootopia (2016, Byron Howard & Rich Moore) - Every time I doubt the potency of Zootopia, I see it again, and I say "Oh yeah, right." I'm not sure how Disney pulled off an animated movie designed for children that is both stupendously entertaining and as politically vital as this; in fact, it is so pointed in its progressive good intentions that you could almost call it strident. But "strident" suggests something that is unpleasant to experience, and Zootopia is the opposite, having something for everyone, even getting through to those who align themselves with the side of the political aisle that supports oppressing minorities and caging immigrants. The metaphor of predators and prey living together happily in a sort of utopia is the type of agenda that brings chills to my spine, but as executed here, also tears to my eyes and laughter to my lungs.

17. 127 Hours (2010, Danny Boyle) - My #1 movie of 2010 has since been bested by several other films from that year, very high up on this list, as you will soon see. But I still have a soft spot for Boyle's thrillingly creative way of documenting a man's five-plus day struggle with his hand stuck between two rocks in a remote canyon in Utah, a real-life scenario that prompted him to do something to his own body most of us could never imagine having the nerve and resolve to do, even to save our own lives. Any sense of stasis and claustrophobia you'd think this subject might engender is exploded by all the visual tricks, fantasy sequences and other cinematic derring-do Boyle had accumulated to that point of his career, all culminating in an enormously satisfying emotional payoff. James Franco does the rest.

16. If Beale Street Could Talk (2018, Barry Jenkins) - This is the only film in my top 25 that I didn't see in time to rank in its given year (though I did see it in the theater); not only that, I also only just saw it this past year, making its rapid ascent up my list of favorites all the more impressive. My first viewing in February told me it was a contender, but the second was when I just sat awash in the beauty -- and yes, sorrow -- that Jenkins captures on screen. There may have been no more urgent cinematic yawp this decade that feels less self-righteous and lessony. It's just a forthright look at the joys and indignities that African-American families have experienced for decades, through the lens of gifted storytellers, and from the mouths of one of the decade's best acting ensembles. Beale Street may not be able to talk, but fortunately, Barry Jenkins can.

15. A Separation (2011, Asghar Farhadi) - Farhadi may have had the greatest decade of any director, as three of his films were in legitimate consideration for my top 25. A Separation, my #1 of 2011, bested The Past and Everyone Knows but forms a trio with them in Farhadi's career-long exploration of the way the low-level disputes between families and neighbors can play out as intricate social mysteries. That's maybe too reductive a description of what Farhadi is doing, but there's no doubting his skill at doing it, and A Separation is his most exquisitely detailed and painful example of how life can unravel through miscommunications and microaggressions that get blown out of proportion. Specifically here, he examines how marriages can fail even when everyone wants to compromise. To watch A Separation is to be in its thrall.

14. Boyhood (2014, Richard Linklater) - And five years later, Boyhood finally wins the battle with Birdman. I may have been more wowed by the latter's flashier technique in 2014, but Linklater's 12-years-in-the-making critical darling is probably the more daring cinematic experiment, one that pays rich dividends. (It also makes him one of two directors, along with the director of my #11, to have a movie appear both this decade and last.) The coming of age of Mason Evans Jr. hits a cinematic sweet spot for me that has been present in many a past favorite, which I described in this post as the "uncontrollable slippage of time." Although there are plenty of moments that explore this theme, in terms of sheer tugging at my emotional heartstrings, there's no better 1-2 punch than Mason's mom painting over her kids' height measurements as if it were nothing, followed by Mason's bestie trying to keep up on his bike as the family rides out of town, never to be seen again. Such is life.

13. Parasite (2019, Bong Joon-hoo) - I only just blurbed about Parasite earlier this week when I named it my #1 of 2019. But I could never be all blurbed out on a film with this many angles and this much depth. Why it's not only my best film of the year but also one of the best of the decade is that it has a little something for everyone, but not in some pandering, safe-for-the-multiplexes way. Bong's film entertains, educates and excavates in equal measure, that last somewhat literally as it explores the way those who are metaphorically buried in society try to assert their own prerogatives and entitlements. They are both victims and victimizers, as are the rich family who may only be nice (and only superficially) because they can afford to be. None of us are going to come to good ends if we can't figure out how to better share the dividends a prosperous world has to offer.

12. A Ghost Story (2017, David Lowery) - So #MeToo rascal Casey Affleck is in this. So what. He spends most of his time hidden from view in the decade's best film about people in sheets since Django Unchained. All kidding aside, I did not see this as Affleck's story of loss, dislocation, purgatory, and yes, the uncontrollable slippage of time. I saw it as any person's, as every person's. The sheet has a way of neutering and democratizing the protagonist so you can project yourself onto its blank slate, a feat I accomplished incredibly well my first time (my #1 movie of 2017), not quite so well the second, and then incredibly well again the third. That averages out to #12 of the decade for this spooky, thought-provoking, emotionally rich and existentially expansive realization of something that might have originated as a joke. A Ghost Story is anything but. It's the type of heady mindbender that dominated my list last decade, but was in regrettably short supply this time around.

11. Beyond the Hills (2012, Cristian Mungiu) - Beyond the Hills is the only 2012 film to make this list, but I ranked it in the year it became available in English-speaking countries (2013), making it the only film since Run Lola Run in 1999 to be #1 in a year other than that of its initial release. This ranking also makes Mungiu one of only two directors (along with Richard Linklater) to make this list both this decade and last (4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days). But let's not waste all the available space on trivia. Beyond the Hills is the most painful breakup movie of the decade, which is strange, because it's actually a movie about a young lesbian who may need to have the devil exorcised from her in a Romanian convent -- or so the nuns and priest think when they just can't figure out anything else. Mungiu is a master of mis en scene and the slow-burning unraveling of good intentions.

And now presenting my top ten, now with Slightly Longer Blurbs!

10. Under the Skin (2014, Jonathan Glazer) - Under the Skin is the Forgetting Sarah Marshall of this decade. If that seems like a weird comp, let me explain. Marshall pulled off the nifty feat of being #18 of both the year it was released and the decade, which meant that in only two years, its importance increased to me in leaps and bounds. Under the Skin has had longer to make the ascent, but it was "only" #10 of the year it was released before landing at #10 for the decade. I just kept watching Under the Skin -- four times in total -- and each time became more amazed by its indelible weirdness. Stephen Metcalf of The Slate Culture Gabfest openly wondered if it was just a "nothingburger," something undeniably interesting to consume that has no thematic protein. I don't pretend to know what Glazer was saying for sure in this movie, and I suspect he wouldn't want to ascribe one definitive meaning, but it's clear he's presenting for us notions related to understanding the peculiarities of the human race as though it were being viewed by an alien. That is pretty much literally what is happening, but there's so much more going on here, accompanied by Micah Levy's unforgettable score and some of the most brilliant and technically accomplished abstract filmmaking of the decade (I still don't know how they filmed that motorcycle at high speed from behind). Even as an alien, Scarlett Johansson is the ultimate viewer surrogate, making us look at ourselves -- what we love, what we hate, how we treat people -- like few other films.

9. First Reformed (2018, Paul Schrader) - In the rewatching I did for this list, I rewatched First Reformed in November of 2018 -- and then again in October of 2019. That second rewatch was not because I doubted anything about my #1 movie of 2018, but just for pleasure -- a particularly telling comment when rewatch slots were at a premium in finalizing this list. The least likely director to make this list (other than maybe my #22), Paul Schrader delivered something that kept me rigid in my seat with engagement and thrills. "Thrills" are not a word you would typically use for something Schrader himself characterized as "slow cinema," but I found the way this film addressed the tug-of-war between hope and hopelessness that exists in any person to be thrilling indeed. It's a battle waged both by the environmentalist and the man of God, and Ethan Hawke plays both in this film, a pastor of a small church who has his eyes opened to the way we are destroying our world, and implicitly, to the way God is failing to save us from that. This mostly realistic film has a couple wild flights of fancy that just cement First Reformed as a perfect way we can use the tools of cinema to augment truth. On a personal note, it reminded me of my dad, who has taken on environmentalism with a vengeance in the past two decades, and before that served as facilities manager for an 18th century church not unlike Ernst Toller's. His own brave struggle against hopelessness is the only way we can continue to fight the good environmental fight.

8. The Blackcoat's Daughter (2017, Osgood Perkins) - And a horror movie makes my top ten of the decade. Not just any horror movie, but maybe the only horror movie of this decade that truly wormed itself inside me and wouldn't leave, maybe the only horror movie of this decade that gave me as many chills on my third viewing as it did on my first. (And as it's the only horror movie of the decade that I watched three times, that's saying something in and of itself.) For reasons that seem very unsatisfactory, this film is known as February in certain markets, Australia included, but that title just doesn't have the same knack for expressing the depths of Osgood Perkins' terrifying portrayal of devil possession on the wintry grounds of an all-girls boarding school. Shot in a throwback 70s style that became popular this decade, The Blackcoat's Daughter follows a revelatory Keirnan Shipka as she starts acting stranger as a result of ... well, something she can see out of the corner of her eye, just over the shoulder of whoever she's talking to. We see what this thing is, eventually, and we also see what it inspires her to do. The movie is cold and dark and spooky as hell, featuring indistinct voices on the other end of telephone lines, and furnaces that are the sites of profane prayer rituals. It's a distinct enough treasure in today's film landscape to be worthy of my highest decade-end honors.

7. Inside Out (2015, Pete Docter) - In a great decade for animation, it may be no surprise that my highest ranked #1 movie of the year is a Pixar movie. (But, it may be a surprise that my highest ranked #1 is only #7 for the decade -- I guess you really can't be sure what's going to endure with you when you first see it.) Like a couple other films in my top ten I have yet to discuss, Inside Out left me sobbing in the theater, an especially embarrassing outcome considering that my family was sitting there watching with me. But it was that communal experience -- the theater was full with similar families on a special preview screening -- that helped make this as indelible an experience as it was. When we weren't crying, we were in hysterics, as Inside Out is the family film that truly has everything: heart, humor, emotional maturity, cute characters, a high concept, and also one of the most profound considerations of how the human brain works that you are likely to see on film, all the more incredible for the fact that it can be consumed quite intuitively by a child. My youngest son was not with us -- he was only 18 months old -- but the four-year-old had no trouble groking what was going on here, and even had his own insightful comments about it afterward. Inside Out has not remained at quite the same stratospheric level for me on two subsequent viewings, but that was probably inevitable as there is literally no place for a film like this to go but down. For all the reasons listed above, it remains one of the most outstanding accomplishments of this, or one might say any, decade.

6. Like Father, Like Son (2013, Hirokazu Kore-eda) - So much for not liking a movie if you watch it under less than ideal circumstances. I was recovering from having a tooth pulled when I watched the movie that introduced me to Hirokazu Kore-eda, the prolific filmmaker who made several other great films this decade, including Shoplifters. I watched it on my laptop while lying in bed. But the waterworks produced by this film had nothing to do with the agony in my teeth. Kore-eda makes perhaps the most high concept of his many humanist family dramas, presenting us with the impossible scenario of two families who discover that they have been raising each others' sons for the past seven years as a result of a mix-up at the hospital. Do they switch back, or not? A story that sounds like it has its roots in an outrageous and tawdry tabloid scandal is perhaps the most thought-provoking movie on parenting of the entire decade, wrestling as it does with themes of nature vs. nurture, biological blood ties vs. practical family ties, and simply right vs. wrong. I don't know that I can think of a tighter or more perfect script from this past decade, as there's nary a wasted scene, and nary a line of dialogue that doesn't in some way advance the unimaginable dilemma at the film's core. Kore-eda established himself as the modern Ozu this past decade, and this is his greatest achievement.

5. Tanna (2016, Martin Butler & Bentley Dean) - If I needed one single justification for watching a hundred human rights movies, most of them documentaries, over the course of two years for the Human Rights Arts & Film Festival (HRAFF), then Tanna is it. Upon queuing it up for viewing one night in August of 2016, I looked at it as no different from my other "HRAFF homework," perhaps even slightly more warily, as I considered movies about native peoples to be very well-intentioned but to contain limited upside. Boy was I wrong about that. Two hours later, I was bawling like a baby and quivering with a mind newly opened about the possibility of me loving a film like this. By the following May I had already seen it three times, the last two utterly of my own choosing, and the last one on the big screen at the festival itself. I was overjoyed when it was nominated as best foreign language film the January before that May, and though I don't recommend it to just anyone, I have already made several converts. (Side note: My wife also receives a thank you in the film, as she sat on the board that approved some additional funding for the film.) Tanna is quite simply my favorite love story of the decade, though it's weirdly a heterosexual love story that's standing in for a gay one. Wawa (Marie Wawa) and Dain (Mungau Dain) can't marry each other because she is arranged to be married to a man from another tribe, to keep the peace between them. Being able to love who you want, in a way that seems like it mirrors the fight for gay marriage, is one of the many beautiful dreams this beautiful film strives for.

4. The Social Network (2010, David Fincher) - This is probably the movie in my top ten that will make the most other top tens, or has made them, since most of those posted a couple weeks ago. But there's a reason for that. Among David Fincher's many well-oiled machines, this may be my favorite. The story of the rise of Mark Zuckerberg himself may not be inherently interesting, but the story of the rise of social media should be an enduring document for decades to come, especially when told by a storyteller with the prodigious gifts of Fincher. Assisted by probably my favorite score of the decade from my favorite musician (Trent Reznor), Fincher gives us a blow-by-blow origin story of the dominant new communication modality of our times, a he-said/he-said/sometimes-she-said account of ambition and betrayal, told with the whip-smart writing of Aaron Sorkin and performances to match. Jesse Eisenberg offers us a sociopath who also reminds us of every insecure misfit we know, himself a slave to the very phenomenon of FOMO that he would single-handedly cultivate -- or steal, if you believe the Winklevai. And it all grew out of a lonely walk back to Harvard from the bar where he'd just been dumped by his girlfriend for being too much of an ass, scored to Reznor's "Hand Covers Bruise." It may have been the most impactful bruise of the 21st century.

3. Rabbit Hole (2010, John Cameron Mitchell) - While my #2 and #1 spots on this list were pretty etched in stone coming in, with only the order uncertain, my #3 was totally wide open, allowing a recent rewatch to really sway me one way or another. I was surprised that this viewing swayed me to only my 7th ranked movie of 2010, Rabbit Hole. Surprised because it's a movie about grief, and I have been fortunate never to have had to grieve someone who was very close to me or taken long before their time. That's the prospect facing Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart as they recover (eight months later) from their young son having been hit by a car. David Lindsay-Abaire's adaptation of his own play was also an incredibly surprising choice for Mitchell after he'd directed the sensationalist films Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Shortbus. But he was the right director to get painfully honest and precise performances from Eckhart and Kidman, not to mention a wonderful supporting cast that includes Sandra Oh, Dianne Wiest and Miles Teller -- the last of whom plays the shell-shocked teenager who was behind the wheel, who writes himself a comic book about alternate dimensions to try to wish himself out of the events of this one. This is a humanistic masterpiece that provides truth in its every moment, and it left me a shattered, snotty wreck even on my third viewing of it, even though I was in a vacation house in Hawaii and I knew everything that was going to happen. Rabbit Hole is that good.

2. Spring Breakers (2013, Harmony Korine) - How did a movie I gave only four stars out of five when I first saw it, and was only the #7 film of its year, climb all the way up to my #2 of the decade, with a real shot at #1? Repeat viewings. In fact, six total viewings, tying it for the most this decade with my #1 movie (and in three fewer years). With each new exposure to Harmony Korine's collage-like ode to the linked ideas of celebration, belongingness, aggression and misspent youth, I became a little more fascinated and entranced by the achievement. It's also the best cinematic encapsulation I've seen of the melancholy of staying at a party too long, specifically, and of things ending, generally. Some people whose jaws are now dropping at this choice will have mistaken this for some kind of T&A-inspired bit of disposable youth culture garbage, but I feel sorry for them, because they have not seen (or heard, thanks to Skrillex and Cliff Martinez) the real Spring Breakers. It probably takes at least one viewing to figure out what you've really got here, as indicated by my original four-star rating, but it's so much -- a non-judgmental insight into various different people trying to find and understand themselves in a Southern Florida that represents, for them, a sort of utopia. Even if that utopia involves guns, drugs and gold teeth in the form of one of the decade's great characters, James Franco's Alien, who at his core is just as uncertain and scared as any of us.

1. Tangled (2010, Nathan Greno & Byron Howard) - If you had told me my #1 movie of the decade would be an animated film, I would have been very surprised -- until I realized that Toy Story would have been my #2 movie of the 1990s, and very close to overtaking Pulp Fiction. When it came down to a choice between this and my #2, who were the only two serious contenders for this top spot (and are just as diametrically opposed as Toy Story and Pulp Fiction), the deciding factor was the sense of ownership. I feel like Tangled is mine, and there is probably no movie I recommend to people from this past decade with more of a sense that I am its personal ambassador. That's because I was the first person I knew who saw Tangled, on the day of its release on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving in 2010, after having just written a snarky post about the movie's stupid title earlier in the day. That set the stage for me to be overwhelmed by the degree to which it surpassed my expectations, probably by more of a margin than any other film in the decade. I laughed -- for a full minute in the case of Flynn's line just before the above image. I cried -- multiple times near the end. And the rest of the time, chills were never far from the surface. All three things still occurred on my sixth viewing two weeks ago, tying with my #2 for the most viewings this decade. (Oh, and as a sign of my fierce loyalty in the ongoing Tangled vs. Frozen debate, I didn't even see Frozen II.) As a final bit of evidence, I've written about Tangled more than any other single film on this blog, tagging it 11 times in posts not including this one, one more than Avatar (so maybe that's not saying as much as I thought). Simply put, there is no film from the 2010s I cherish more than I cherish Tangled, and that's why it is my #1.

Did you fall out of your chair? If so, are you okay?

Here's the complete list together in one shot, followed by honorable mentions.

25. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019, Celine Sciamma)
24. BlacKkKlansman (2018, Spike Lee)
23. Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Joel & Ethan Coen)
22. Red State (2011, Kevin Smith)
21. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (2014, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu)
20. Toni Erdmann (2016, Maren Ade)
19. What Maisie Knew (2013, Scott McGehee & David Siegel)
18. Zootopia (2016, Byron Howard & Rich Moore)
17. 127 Hours (2010, Danny Boyle)
16. If Beale Street Could Talk (2018, Barry Jenkins)
15. A Separation (2011, Asghar Farhadi)
14. Boyhood (2014, Richard Linklater)
13. Parasite (2019, Bong Joon-ho)
12. A Ghost Story (2017, David Lowery)
11. Beyond the Hills (2012, Cristian Mungiu)
10. Under the Skin (2014, Jonathan Glazer)
9. First Reformed (2018, Paul Schrader)
8. The Blackcoat's Daughter (2017, Osgood Perkins)
7. Inside Out (2015, Pete Docter)
6. Like Father, Like Son (2013, Hirokazu Kore-eda)
5. Tanna (2016, Martin Butler & Bentley Dean)
4. The Social Network (2010, David Fincher)
3. Rabbit Hole (2010, John Cameron Mitchell)
2. Spring Breakers (2013, Harmony Korine)
1. Tangled (2010, Nathan Greno & Byron Howard)

Honorable mentions (listed alphabetically): Before Midnight (2013, Richard Linklater), The Breadwinner (2017, Nora Twomey), Hell or High Water (2016, David Mackenzie), The Last Five Years (2015, Richard LaGravenese), mother! (2017, Darren Aronofsky), Other People (2016, Chris Kelly), Ruby Sparks (2012, Jonathan Dayton & Valerie Faris), The Skeleton Twins (2014, Craig Johnson), Tangerine (2015, Sean Baker), Whiplash (2014, Damien Chazelle)

Near misses

Before I go, I want to quickly highlight four films that would have been contenders if not for shenanigans related to their releases that prompted me to disqualify them. The first two were films released in 2009 in their home country, but which I saw and ranked with my 2010 films. My personal system involves categorizing them with their foreign release year, so I had to leave them off -- I can't have a "2009, [Director's Name]" in parenthesis after a title on a best of the 2010s list. Third is a movie that had festival debuts in 2009, a very small release in 2010 and then a wider release in 2013. This I might have justified including, but ultimately ruled against it out of confusion how best to handle it. The last is a film that had only festival premieres in 2019, including MIFF where I saw it, but for most of the world will be a 2020 film, meaning I have decided to consider it for the next decade even though I have already ranked it in my 2019 year-end list. We'll see how I handle the release year in parenthesis dilemma ten years from now.

1) Agora (2009, Alejandro Amenabar) - Amenabar's story of 4th century Egyptian philosopher Hyapatia (Rachel Weisz) is a sword-and-sandal epic unlike any other, as it grapples with science vs. religion during the ascendancy of Christianity in a way that is thought-provoking and moving. I saw it twice in the theater and I'm sure it would have made my top 25.

2) Mother (2009, Bong Joon-ho) - My favorite Bong film before Parasite, Mother represents an early version of Bong's trademark balancing of humor and tragedy in a story of a mentally challenged teenager, his fiercely protective mother and a murdered girl. It's filmmaking at its finest.

3) Mr. Nobody (2009, Jaco van Dormael) - This head-tripper sci-fi flashback movie in which a 118-year-old man (Jared Leto) remembers various versions of his past life is truly a singular vision. I only saw it once but I gave it five stars on Letterboxd without hesitation.

4) Vivarium (2019, Lorcan Finnegan) - Another head-tripper about a couple (Jesse Eisenberg and Imogen Poots) dealing with the bizarre circumstances they find themselves in after touring a house in one of those cookie cutter planned communities. I can't wait for the rest of the world to see this.

Please comment, share your own top ten, whatever -- just please engage with me on this. Ends of decades don't come along every day. They don't come along every week, or month, or year, or dec -- okay scratch that last one.

But as a sign of how rarely they come along, the next time I write one of these lists, I will be 56 years old. Yikes.

Engage with me now before I'm an old man.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The 1940s: Santa Jesuses, artificial limbs and motormouth reporters


And so we have arrived! The final month of my six-month Decades project, which began back in July.

I've been watching three movies per month from decades that were underrepresented in my collection of movies seen, concentrating on the decades from the 1920s to the 1970s, in a sequence determined by random drawing. Last (but not least) were the 1940s, watched in December. I have usually written these monthly reports at the end of the month, but am going a week early because of another convention I've been following: starting off each post with the poster art for the first movie I watched. I didn't think a Miracle on 34th Street poster topping the blog would be very timely a week from now, so I'm wrapping up early this month (so I can concentrate on a different kind of wrapping -- wrapping presents). Nothing like being a slave to the conditions you yourself have established on your own blog, right?

And because it's Christmas Eve, and I've still got plenty to do, I'll make it a quick one. Shall we get right into it?

Miracle on 34th Street (1947, George Seaton). Watched: Saturday, December 11th

No matter what decade I was going to be watching in December, I decided I'd probably watch a Christmas movie from that decade, just as I watched a scary movie from whatever decade I was on in time for Halloween. (Tod Browning's Dracula, from 1931). Miracle on 34th Street stood out as the most famous Christmas movie I had never seen. In fact, I didn't even know what it was about until we popped in the DVD two weeks ago, within an hour after decorating our tree.

As you already know, but I'll explain it if you don't, the "miracle" in the title of Miracle on 34th Street refers to making a non-believer believe in Santa Claus. (You could say that the miracle is that Santa Claus actually exists and is wandering around New York somewhat aimlessly, agreeing to take a job as a department store Santa even though things should really be ramping up at the North Pole right now -- but I don't think that's how they intended it.) Sure, there are plenty of non-believers around, but the ones the film concentrates on are a business-like Macy's employee (Maureen O'Hara) and the daughter she has taught to be equally skeptical and real-world-oriented (Natalie Wood). That's right -- that's the same Natalie Wood who would later appear in such films as Rebel Without a Cause, Splendor in the Grass and West Side Story, later to die from drowning under suspicious circumstances off of Catalina, with a drunken Christopher Walken and Robert Wagner within shouting distance. Although I liked the movie on the whole very much -- the perfect post-tree-decorating activity -- it was Wood's performance that absolutely charmed my socks off. Rarely do you see a child actor (Wood would have been 8 or 9 during filming) with such spunk and natural ability, and she was also hilarious. Her character loves to chew gum and blow bubbles, and my favorite part of the film is when she speaks a line through the popped bubble on her face. Such a talent. The miracle is getting her to believe that Santa Claus is real, and my wife pointed out to me that this is basically the same thing that's at stake in a new Christmas classic, Elf.

Another thing I found noteworthy about the film is how intimately it's associated with Macy's. The movie starts with the Macy's Thanksgiving parade, and continues on as the real Santa Claus (subbing for a drunken Claus, and weren't they worried about child viewers learning that all those who dressed up like Santa were not actually Santa?) takes a job greeting kids inside the store. If the movie were being made today, they would probably use a made-up department store.

My experience of Miracle on 34th Street was tainted, slightly, after the fact, upon reading the review that's on the site I write for. The reviewer pointed out that this Santa story is actually a parable for the life of Jesus Christ. In both cases, there is a person who appears on the scene, claiming to be a person of particular importance. Some believe that he is this person, while others do not, and they persecute him. Both men must ultimately stand trial for their claims of "divinity." Spoiler alert: At least Miracle on 34th Street does not end with good old Saint Nick strung up on a cross. Why do they have to take a good old commercialized Christmas story and make it all religious? ;-)


The Best Years of Our Lives (1946, William Wyler). Watched: Sunday, December 19th

The Decades series has been a good opportunity for me to zero in on some previously unseen best picture winners, and that's how I settled on The Best Years of Our Lives. Again, I knew nothing about this -- I thought it might be a literal title, steeped in nostalgia for some period of grand living for the characters involved. Instead, as you probably know, it's a drama about soldiers returning from World War II, one that would provide the template for numerous other films about veterans of foreign wars and their awkward readjustment to civilian life.

The most interesting thing to me was that of the three soldiers the film concentrates on, one (Harold Russell) has hooks for hands. I found this to be an uncommonly confronting detail for 1946, and was surprised to see it. However, I never would have imagined the actor himself actually had no hands. I took it to be an impressive costuming job for much of the movie, until a scene where he removes his artificial limbs leaves no doubt about the actor's physical condition. I later read that Russell was an actual World War II veteran who had actually lost his hands in combat, and that made everything about his performance all the more heartbreaking. In the film, Homer Parrish is sure his infirmity will lose him the love of his life (Cathy O'Donnell), who has been waiting for him throughout the war. But O'Donnell's Wilma is a saint, and she never experiences a moment of hesitation in her commitment to Homer. I just wonder if Russell's real-life experience was quite so rosy. I also learned that Russell was honored with two Oscars for his role -- best supporting actor, and a special Oscar designed to honor his courage, because the Academy did not predict the nominated actor would win based merely on his acting. I have to agree with that -- Russell is good but not great, but considering that he's not a professional actor, the performance itself becomes great.

However, probably because of his status as a non-professional, the story spends a lot more time with the two older soldiers, Fred (Dana Andrews) and Al (Fredric March). Each experiences another variation on what we (by now) have come to think of as the archetypal soldier's return -- Fred's wife Marie (Virginia Mayo) has moved on in a way he was not expecting, taking her own apartment and working at a night club (they continue they're relationship, but you can tell it's doomed), and Al tries to return to familiar routines only to find them foreign, succumbing to a desire to lose himself in the drink. I found the film to be unremittingly truthful, a good balance between the star-driven glamor audiences would have expected at the time, and a cold, hard look at the realities it deals with. I learned that audiences were rejecting World War II movies at that time the same way they generally reject films about the Iraq wars now, but The Best Years of Our Lives reversed that trend quite quickly, making it safe to reflect on the recently completed war once again. One thing that surprised me about it was that it was 2 hours and 50 minutes long, but didn't feel like it had a wasted moment, and actually passed rather quickly.

One aside about the film: It led me to the sad discovery that our BluRay player may not have the fault tolerance one would hope for. Try as I might, I could not get the BluRay player to play chapters 18 through 20 of this movie. That's quite a chunk of the film to miss, and I didn't know what I should do. So I shifted it over to my laptop, and voila -- problem solved. So I just left the disc in my laptop and finished watching it that way. I guess that's an unsurprising consequence of the price of BluRay players plummeting -- they are made much more cheaply now.


His Girl Friday (1940, Howard Hawks). Watched: Thursday, December 23rd

Knowing I wanted to write this post today, I needed to squeeze in one more short movie from the 1940s before Christmas, and found the time yesterday morning (my first of five straight days off, representing two vacation days). I had targeted His Girl Friday the day before, taking a very systematic approach -- I went to the entry "1940 in film" on wikipedia (these "year in film" pieces are invaluable sources of information), found a movie that was on my radar, checked to see if it was available for streaming on Netflix, and checked to see if the running time was relatively brief. The 92-minute His Girl Friday removed any need to move on to "1941 in film."

I knew His Girl Friday was a screwball comedy featuring a battle of the sexes (is that redundant? Don't they all feature battles of the sexes?), but I didn't know it was about the world of newspaper reporting -- a world I'm familiar with, having been a newspaper reporter once myself. I'd thought the movie would be more about a boss-secretary relationship, given that a "girl Friday" essentially amounts to an errand girl -- a girl who would pick up the boss' dry cleaning, that kind of thing. Yes, Rosalind Russell is in some ways a "girl Friday" to Cary Grant in this film, because he sends her scurrying around in covering a breaking story. But their relationship is on much more equally footing: She's his ex-wife, and she actually holds the power because he wants to get back together and she doesn't -- in fact, she's marrying someone else the very next day. The title His Girl Friday seems to reflect the sexism inherent in Hollywood of the time, because even though Russell's character gives as good as she gets, her role in the title is that of an errand girl, suited for no better than picking up laundry. Also -- and I don't know if it qualifies as a spoiler to talk about the ending of a movie that's 70 years old -- she ends up falling back in love with Grant's conniving trickster by movie's end, with only a token gesture on Grant's part to show that he actually has a heart.

Hildy Johnson's return to Grant's Walter Burns is at the expense of her current fiance, Bruce Baldwin, played by Ralph Bellamy. A number of things about Bellamy's character interest me. For one, I immediately recognized Bellamy as one of the two rich men in Trading Places and later in Coming to America. Given that he seemed reasonably old in this film (he was 36), I was somewhat surprised that it could be the same actor, since those other movies were more than 40 years later -- though I guess the timing actually works out. Scanning his CV, I have not actually seen a single other movie he was in between His Girl Friday and Trading Places. However, the man clearly had a prolific career, because the His Girl Friday script actually contains a self-aware joke about Bellamy. When Burns is engaging one of his goons to frame Bruce -- one of a handful of times Bruce is arrested in Burns' attempt to sabotage Hildy's impending marriage -- Burns describes Bruce as "looking like that actor, Ralph Bellamy." I'm wondering if this was one of the first times that was done. Here I thought it was reasonably clever, which is not how I felt when watching Ocean's Twelve, where the character played by Julia Roberts is mistaken for the actual Julia Roberts. Lastly, I wondered if Bellamy was one of cinema's first "Baxters." If you don't know the film The Baxter, it tells a romantic comedy from the perspective of the guy who is left at the altar -- he's invariably a nice guy who just isn't right for the heroine, because the heroine truly loves the hero. Think Bill Pullman in Sleepless in Seattle. Bellamy's Bruce is clearly a Baxter to Grant's Walter Burns, as Bruce instantly likes his rival and his always inclined to give the benefit of the doubt in any situation, whereas Burns' mind is constantly assessing every situation to turn it to his advantage. We would root for Hildy to end up with Bruce except that Bruce is so boring, whereas Burns is excitement personified.

And that's what Hildy is attracted to, having been a newspaperwoman until her divorce from Burns. And this is where the incredibly fast pace of His Girl Friday comes in. Each scene plays out at breakneck speed, as Grant and Russell jockey with lightning fast retorts and one-liners, each spat out so quickly that the next line almost threatens to eclipse the previous one. This is intentional, since the business they're in (reporting) is portrayed as an industry in which every second counts in trying to scoop the competition. And as I was watching Russell jump between conversations on three different phones, amazed at her agility as an actress and the character's agility as a journalist, I was reminded why I myself did not ultimately like the field of journalism. The film basically makes it seem like a journalist will stop at nothing short of murder to get a story, even manipulating the news events to make them better stories -- as the centerpiece example in this film, an escaped man accused of murder spends a large part of the third act hiding inside a desk, where Hildy and Burns have hidden him, all so that they can write a story in which their newspaper is credited with capturing the killer. It reminded me that I never had the type A personality necessary to step on the backs of others, and metaphorically stick microphones in people's faces at their worst moments. A key moment in my professional life was when I realized that I love writing, but I don't love reporting. Films like His Girl Friday, which cast journalism as a depraved rather than a noble profession, confirm for me that I made the right decision to withdraw from reporting and focus on criticism.

And I think that's a good place to end the Decades series. Thanks for reading.

I will be taking the month of January off to focus on watching films from 2010, before my deadline to finalize my year-end list arrives on January 25th. I'll return at the end of the month to announce a new monthly film-watching series, designed to ensure I continue watching movies from decades past on a regular basis.

Because if we don't remember our history, we are doomed to repeat it.

Wait, that doesn't make any sense in this context.

Anyway, happy holidays. I'll be returning with more new posts after I've opened my presents!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The 1950s: Loose tiles, juvenile delinquents and a second helping of Sidney Poitier


And so we rollerskate on in to the 1950s.

This is the fifth monthly piece in a six-month project called Decades, in which I've charged myself with watching three movies per month from a particular decade that's underrepresented in my overall collection. Concentrating on the period from the 1920s to the 1970s, I've been choosing the decades randomly since I first started in July, and have already hit the 1970s, the 1960s, the 1920s and the 1930s. In November, the 1950s had their month in the sun, which leaves only the 1940s for December, before I debut a new monthly project in 2011.

I knew I had an ambitious first choice for the 1950s, and without any further ado, let's begin discussing it ...

Ben-Hur (1959, William Wyler). Watched: Monday, November 15th through Thursday, November 18th

I had gotten to this point in my life without ever seeing Ben-Hur, and I decided that this project was the perfect opportunity to rectify that. After all, I had informally considered Ben-Hur the movie I was most embarrassed about never having seen, and identifying that movie is the first step toward removing that designation from it as soon as possible. The second step, at least in the case of Ben-Hur, is finding a 3-hour-and-32-minute block of time to watch the damn thing. Not an easy task when you've got a three-month-old on the scene.

So I decided to start on Monday the 15th and designate that week as "Hur Week." I would watch the movie in chunks lasting from 45 minutes to an hour, each night after my wife went to bed, with Thursday intended as the final night. Is that any way to watch one of the classic spectacles in cinematic history? Perhaps not, but I'd rather watch it that way than not at all. With a movie like Ben-Hur, you're already sacrificing something by not watching it on the big screen. Watching it in segments isn't going to drastically reduce your experience further, especially because the movie comes with its own intermission built in.

It surprised me how much I didn't know about Ben-Hur. For starters, I didn't know that it involved Jesus Christ in any way, shape or form, and am still a bit mystified why the novel it's based on is called Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ. Yes, JC does show up a couple times -- you never see his face -- but the story is not primarily about him, and his affect on the story is not particularly important until he cures Judah Ben-Hur's wife and sister of leprosy in the very end. (Oops, spoiler alert -- in case there are any others out there who haven't seen the movie.) One thing I thought I knew, but it turns out it's just a myth, is that you can see the characters wearing wrist watches in the chariot scene. I scanned the wrists of every actor on screen and didn't find a single such anachronism. My wife was actually awake when I had the chariot scene on, and though she thought she'd seen the offending timepieces during previous viewings, she looked it up online and found out that it's an old wives' tale. Apparently, the quality control on the set of Ben-Hur has gotten a bad rap over the years.

What I did know, and was reminded of during this viewing, was that Judah Ben-Hur's tumultuous journey begins with loose tiles on the roof of his home. His daughter (I think it was her) leans over the edge of the rooftop to get a better look at a passing parade of horses below, and she dislodges a couple tiles that land on an important Roman dignitary, injuring him. When Ben-Hur takes the blame, the previously affluent Jew is indentured into slavery aboard a Roman vessel that gets attacked at sea. (I don't know why I'm doing a plot synopsis for you -- you obviously know the story of Ben-Hur.) Having first learned about this tile mishap some two decades ago, I had always been fascinated by it and was interested to finally see it on screen.

I really enjoyed Ben-Hur, and was incredibly impressed by a number of scenes in particular, in chronological order: 1) The scene in which Charlton Heston and Stephen Boyd (as Messala) throw spears into a target in Ben-Hur's hallway, to demonstrate their competitive spirit and respective prowess. There doesn't seem to be any trickery in the scene, so I can't figure out how they taught both actors to throw a spear with such accuracy; 2) The rowing scene, which seems to go on forever and really places the viewer in the sandals of these horribly abused slaves, Ben-Hur being one of them; 3) The ensuing sea battle, which must have been the most spectacular and sophisticated ever committed to film at the time; and 4) The chariot scene, which is simply one of the most awesome feats of logistics I have ever seen in a film, shot with a kineticism that must have thrilled contemporary audiences, and featuring some of the most dazzling stunt work that had probably ever been attempted.

I did, however, think Ben-Hur could have benefited from the strict hand of an editor. I'm not sure that William Wyler couldn't have produced an equally great film in just three hours. That said, there aren't any patches that seem particularly slow, and I was amazed that as much time had actually passed, except that I'd just sat through four lengthy viewing sessions to finish it.

Blackboard Jungle (1955, Richard Brooks). Watched: Saturday, November 20th

Blackboard Jungle came into my life completely at random. I was scouring the library shelves for a 1950s movie to watch, during the first weekend in ages in which we had nothing planned. Going alphabetically and grabbing potential contenders as they struck my fancy, I picked up Blackboard Jungle -- I'd seen the title but didn't know much about it, other than that it seemed to be about the educational system -- and kept moving. However, I'd arrived at the library within 20 minutes of closing time, so I didn't get further than the Gs. Therefore, any 1950s film that would have more perfectly fit my needs got excluded in a time crunch.

Blackboard Jungle basically laid the groundwork for every movie you've ever seen in which a teacher tries to get through to a bunch of unwilling and/or dangerous students, such as Dangerous Minds and Stand and Deliver. Because of the originality of its subject matter, it can be forgiven a certain broadness that rears its head in the handling of that particular subject. One problem was that I didn't know if I could take 1955 juvenile delinquents very seriously. Would I see them as threatening, or just dated? I'm glad to say that they actually did carry a certain weight, at least one of them -- Vic Morrow, possibly better known to you as the guy who got decapitated by a helicopter while filming Twilight Zone: The Movie. Nearly 30 years earlier he made a pretty menacing young thug, the film's primary antagonist.

The protagonist is teacher Richard Dadier, played by Glenn Ford, an actor I've heard of but am not very familiar with. I'd certainly heard of the film's other biggest name, or who would go on to become the biggest name: Sidney Poitier. I was rather amazed that he was already on the scene in 1955, but here he was, serving as the apparent antagonist who is actually on the teacher's side, once they find their common ground. But the common ground is not initially easy to find, and I was surprised to see where Richard Brooks' film went in terms of depicting the dormant racism of its protagonist -- a place the modern movies inspired by Blackboard Jungle would never have the courage to go. For reasons that are not at first clear, Dadier is angling for Poitier's Gregory Miller, and though Gregory is ultimately good, he can also give as good as he gets when on the receiving end of unprovoked attention. In a moment of frustration, Dadier says to him "Why you black --" and stops himself. He immediately apologizes, but in that moment we realize that Blackboard Jungle is not soft-pedaling it -- not for 1955, not even for now. How rare is it to see a movie in which the good guy has racist tendencies he hasn't acknowledged to himself? It's clear Dadier is a good person and is immediately ashamed of his unexpected outburst, and by allowing the main character to be tainted like this, Blackboard Jungle is perhaps more honest than most movies have the courage to be. Or ... it could just be that it was 1955, and movies weren't quite so worried about the stigmas potentially attached to a racist character.

Blackboard Jungle has a number of good scenes -- the one where the ruffian students destroy a teacher's entire record collection stands out -- and it ultimately rises above what I expected from its standard-issue opening minutes. And besides, can I really call them standard-issue if the movie was such a thematic trailblazer?

Edge of the City (1957, Martin Ritt). Watched: Saturday, November 27th

I have one of my readers entirely to thank for the third November movie. Theis, who has been diligently keeping up with my Decades series (thank you Theis!), suggested Edge of the City in the comments of my previous entry on the 1930s, when I previewed the next decade up to bat. And it was a good suggestion. In fact, it gave me an unexpected second helping of the aforementioned Sidney Poitier. Guess it shows how wrong I was when I thought he didn't really become a star until the mid- to late-1960s. Or, you could say that Blackboard Jungle was the unexpected second helping, watched first, because I already had Edge of the City in my Netflix queue at the time I selected Blackboard Jungle from the library.

Martin Ritt's film is a clear thematic cousin of Elia Kazan's On the Waterfront, without the same level of fanfare. Like On the Waterfront, it deals with stevedores (I love that word) who are ensnared in dock politics and are under pressure not to become stool pigeons. Edge of the City is a minor film compared to Kazan's classic, filmed three years earlier, and it doesn't have Marlon Brando. But it does have a young John Cassavetes, better known to most of us as the iconoclastic director and father of modern director Nick Cassavetes, and the aforementioned Mr. Poitier. I am not particularly acquainted with Cassavetes' acting work -- I saw him as a doctor in Whose Life Is it Anyway? but cannot immediately think of another role I've seen him in -- and I found him to be very capable of playing the role of a working class man who's disguising his name (calling himself Axel North rather than Axel Nordmann) because he's an army deserter. Couple his desertion with a tragedy in his family history and he's one unhappy character. Which makes it all the more shocking that Poitier's character -- whose different race is slightly less of a thematic issue than it was in Blackboard Jungle -- is able to reach out to him and restore some of his joie de vivre. Temporarily, at least.

It's easy to imagine how a movie like Edge of the City would have planted the seed for how Cassavetes wanted to spend his directing career. Cassavetes' movies were famously about real working class people and low-life criminals, and were notable for their lack of artifice and grungy stylings. Edge of the City has more of a sheen than Cassavetes would have approved of as a director, and its score sometimes veers off toward the melodramatic, which is perfectly in keeping with the prevailing trends of the time. But this is a pretty grungy movie for 1957, with some real drama and some very satisfying character development. It has an intensely satisfying climax, which works both on a literal level and a metaphorical one, mirroring the film's larger issues. I won't tell you too much about what happens because Edge of the City is worth seeing, and most of you probably haven't seen it. In addition to the strong performances by Poitier and Cassavetes, Jack Warden does excellent work as the antagonist, and it was a real treat to see a young Ruby Dee (talk about people who have been around for awhile) as the wife of Poitier's character.

Oh, and perhaps because of the titular similarity (and the pinch of soul thrown in by the presence of Poitier), this movie left me with a really big appetite to listen to Stevie Wonder's "Living for the City." Unfortunately, I was disappointed to discover that the one Stevie Wonder album I own doesn't have this song on it, even though I thought it did -- in fact, I thought that was one of the reasons I bought it. This was 20 years ago and I must have just been confused.

So, there's just one more stop on this train, just as there's only one more month in 2010. In December, I will be watching movies from the 1940s -- no random selections necessary.

Check back here in late December or early January for the final installment of Decades.