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Monday, March 3, 2025

The streaming culprit has been identified

The only "Oscars homework" I did over the weekend was for pleasure. 

No, I didn't put in a last-minute viewing of any movies I might not have seen, in order to better make predictions about tonight's Oscars, or to feel myself more engaged in them.

Instead, I rewatched my favorite best picture nominee with my wife, which happened to be my #1 movie of last year.

And it looked great.

Yes, yet another post about The Substance on this blog, but I will probably retire the topic for a while now. I don't expect to talk about it much in the next piece, my annual "Oscar thoughts" piece, which will come many hours after the ceremony ends. Which is because for the first time in three years, the Oscars do not coincide with Labor Day here in Australia. That means I'm working today, and even after I finish work, I have two different sporting events to attend, one in which I'm just a spectator and one in which I'm participating. My 14-year-old has a basketball game at 6:05, and about a half-hour after that ends, I'll be playing tennis with my tennis partner. Then, sometime after 9 p.m. local time, I will finally watch the show.

Anyway, The Substance will come up in that post I'm sure, but possibly only in the context of Demi Moore winning, which I predict will happen. (And was reminded why she should win when I watched the film again.) After that, I'll probably put it in my personal penalty box for a while -- a term used by the hosts of Filmspotting when they've been talking about a particular movie too much. (This is my sixth post on The Audient to have gotten "the substance" as a content label.)

Before getting sidetracked, I said a few paragraphs ago that Coralie Fargeat's film looked great, and that's what I want to come back around to explain now.

A couple times in the past few weeks I have made mention of The Substance's pending arrival on my Australian streaming service Stan, and how I wasn't sure if I could watch it because the stream on Stan looked so shit. Of course, proper scientific testing ruled out Stan as the culprit, and seemed to rule in another culprit, Fetch, which is a sort of AppleTV-like product through which you play other streaming apps, such as Stan.

Wrong again.

On Thursday night I decided to do some further testing, as I really didn't want to have to hook up somebody's laptop to the TV through an HDMI cable in order to watch The Substance with my wife on Friday night. She had agreed to the viewing -- even to starting it just after 8 o'clock due to the length of the movie -- and this was my chance to get it right and make the experience involve as little pain as possible. Other than, that is, the pain, both physical and emotional, we would be seeing on screen.

So I took another stroll through my TV's various settings, both the TV itself and Fetch, and I just could not get a better idea of what to do. My 11-year-old was on the couch with me, and he put in his two cents as well. But not even the advanced technical knowledge of today's youngest generation could figure out the issue. 

Then I finally got the brainstorm that cracked the case: I needed to connect Fetch to a different HDMI port on my TV. HDMI 3 was available, as we only ever use it when the kids connect their Nintendo Switch to the TV, which they do less and less these days, as they are generally happy to just hold it in their hands. 

And suddenly, all of it -- Stan, Fetch and The Substance -- looked great. 

I do not, as of now, know why HDMI 2 looks so terrible and HDMI 1 and 3 look so great, but I also do not care. I just switched it to another port and voila, problem solved. That night I watched an old favorite, Shattered Glass, that was streaming on Stan, just to prove it was all better. And the movie looked good -- well, as good as a movie made in 2003, which was not particularly focused on looking good, could look.

I do know, now, that there is probably a setting I could tweak that relates to that HDMI port itself, a setting that is currently out of sync with the same setting on the other HDMI ports. But I have not bothered to figure that out yet.

The reason I know this is that HDMI 3 was once the red-headed stepchild of this TV's HDMI ports, because an incorrect setting in the aspect ratio was once cutting off some of the image on that port. For a long time I thought this was just a hardware error in the port, until one day I finally saw I could make an adjustment, and the port was back to performing at the same level as its brethren.

I know that HDMI 2 will someday be redeemed, but for now, it can just take a little break and sit in the corner to think about what it's done.

For a post posting on the actual day of the Oscars, I thought I should probably write a bit more about The Substance itself, so I will. However, as I was watching, I didn't know how I'd limit my thoughts to just a few. Things kept on popping up into my head, ways to name the piece, etc. I ultimately went with naming the piece after fixing the streaming issue, and I'll try to keep the rest of my thoughts fairly limited as well.

1) First, the rejected titles for this post, which I don't need to explicate at length, but you can probably imagine the things I might have said about the movie based on these titles. One was "The weirdest best picture nominee ever?" Which indeed, The Substance might be. It's crazy that a critical mass of people in the film community embraced this movie as a standard bearer for their brand. One was "A constant state of exhilaration," which was, indeed, the way I watched this movie. I think there was one other but I am forgetting it now.

2) On this viewing I particularly noticed some of the regular motifs that seem to be beyond the film's most obvious themes. One of my favorites was how Fargeat keeps going to insert shots of palm trees at night, which ends up being the final thing Elisabeth Sparkle lays her eyes on in this movie. They are at once an encapsulation of the glamor of a place like Los Angeles, and a sense of how it is distant, out of your reach. If you want to start spinning off into theories about this, it could be the idea that most of what's taking place in the film is a flashback, and the shots of the palm trees are what's occurring in Elisabeth's present tense as she confronts what happens to her at the end of the movie. This viewing convinced me that the movie is even more totally metaphor or totally fantasy even than I first thought.

3) If we are looking for more direct visual embodiments of the themes, I love the shot where Elisabeth sees the fly that landed in her former boss' glass of wine at their final dinner as colleagues. The fly is making strokes in the liquid at first, dutifully trying to escape from its watery death bed, until it inevitably consumes more sugary broth than it can handle and stops swimming. This is a world where you greedily drink in everything that is offered until it kills you, perhaps without even noticing that's about to happen.

4) The oppressive score stood out to me more on this viewing as well. The sort of harrowing metallic scratches that sound a bit like a biohazard alarm, those kind of sounds were the foundation of my now three-decade love affair with industrial music. (We're talking mostly Nine Inch Nails here, but I appreciate the imitators as well.)

5) Another rejected title for this post deserves its own separate entry. The title would have been something like "No problem with a big ending," because during the film, I realized that wild endings that don't work for everybody -- which is how my wife felt about this ending, despite saying she "really, really liked" the film -- don't seem to sidetrack me too much. I guess it depends on the circumstances, but I think both my #1 of 2018 and my #1 of 2020 -- First Reformed and I'm Thinking of Ending Things -- ended in ways that left some viewers perplexed, and may have ultimately turned them against the movie. For me, the ending of First Reformed is perfect, though I am a little less sold on both Ending Things and The Substance. With Charlie Kaufman's film, it's more "I love it despite the perplexing ending." With Fargeat's film, it's "I don't know if she needed to go that extra step" -- you'll know what I'm talking about if you've seen The Substance -- "but I'm glad she just decided to go all out." And this viewing made me sure I was glad. 

I actually think I had other things to say, but some of them have escaped my head. Besides, you know I love this movie. I thought it was important to let you know, though, that I may love it even more on the second viewing.

Because second viewings of favorite films do create some trepidation in us. What if it's not as good as I thought it was?

In the case of The Substance, it was as good as I thought it was -- in fact, it was better than I thought it was. All that time I spent slightly fretting about whether a better 2024 movie would come along was wasted fretting, because it should have been evident to me that this was my #1 from the moment I saw it. In fact, I'm now wondering if it has a serious leg up on other films from this decade -- something I think of now that we are closer to the end of the 2020s than the beginning. 

And fortunately, I had an excellent stream of it on Stan to help confirm that. 

Okay, now it's really time for The Substance to go in the penalty box. 

Monday, June 7, 2021

Lockdown DVD Fest: A 2018-themed weekend

I decided to keep the DVD Fest going over the weekend, though not to devote an individual post to each movie. There's only so much value to that, and it gets tedious, even or perhaps especially for me, the one doing it. (I don't presume to know what you find tedious, and I suppose you have a high tolerance for tedium if you spend any amount of time reading my posts.) 

At this point I don't think I will watch all the DVDs I have out from the library, which I had once stated as an ambition, after all. That's in part because for one particular title, I already inadvertently spoiled the little supplemental exercise I've been doing, which is checking if they're available on streaming after I've watched them. While I was doing some light browsing on Netflix, I believe it was, The Lighthouse appeared on one of the landing pages. I've already seen this movie, of course, and when I was at the library a few weeks back, I thought it might be worth a second viewing to see if I responded to it a bit more strongly this time. Now I think I'll just kick that can down the road, especially since I know I can find it online. 

But I did watch one DVD each of the three nights -- or days, as you will see -- and not until I reached the end did I realize that an accidental theme had emerged: They were all released in 2018, even if one of them had a festival debut the year before that. 

Friday

First Reformed (2018, Paul Schrader)

I know my #1 movie of 2018 played at film festivals in 2017, and it actually first came on my radar from a "best of 2017" podcast where the podcaster admitted he was honoring it a year before anyone else would have a chance to see it. Since I usually try to disregard the year a movie started playing festivals, I continue to think of this as a 2018 movie. 

It's actually the fourth time I've watched it in total, making it only the second movie (after Tangled and Parasite) that I've watched again since rewatching all my best of the decade contenders in 2019. First Reformed landed at #9 on that list of my 25 best of the 2010s, so I guess it isn't surprising that I'm seeing it for the fourth time in less than three years since my original viewing. 

It may have been my first time watching on DVD, though. The first viewing was MIFF in 2018, the second was an iTunes rental (I'm pretty sure) and I believe the third was on a streaming service, though I'm going to wait on that portion until the end of this little write-up (and even if I saw it on streaming then, it might not still be available that way now). In any case, I did not recognize the DVD menu, which was a nice little repeating sequence involving a particularly memorable swath of the score, playing over an unmoving image of Ethan Hawke, his body split between his pastor's vestments and a suicide vest, with a peaceful external of his church over one shoulder and a toxic waste dump over the other. The clouds move in both images and there are some birds over the church. It's inspired by one of the posters, but it also has a metaphorical value, kind of like the angel and devil on your shoulder, as Reverend Ernst Toller is torn between hope and despair.

One thing I did not specifically remember about First Reformed, despite all my repeat viewings, was that it was shot in the squarish 1.33:1 aspect ratio. I mean, I had to have noted it previously, but the 20 months since my last viewing in October of 2019 were enough for me to forget it. This interested me this time around because it made me realize that at the time, it was my second straight best movie of the year that was shot in 1.33:1 after A Ghost Story in 2017. So in this case watching it on DVD was useful, as the DVD included a disclaimer that this aspect ratio was intended by the filmmaker and did not represent something being broken. 

As with any film you love, you have new takeaways each time out, but since I'm talking about three films in this post I will be brief. These also involve SPOILERS, so you may not wish to read any further if you haven't seen this film.

The ending of First Reformed has always been problematic for people, myself included, though only for about the first two minutes after I finished watching it for the first time, after which I loved it. The apparently "happy" ending of Toller ending up in the arms of Amanda Seyfried's Mary is always something that had multiple interpretations, and people have correctly pointed out it that it may not be "real," as Cedric Kyle's megachurch pastor had previously pulled on the locked doors of the rectory and had been unable to get inside to reach Toller. Magically, Mary appears inside his domicile moments before he's going to drink Drano, materializing almost like a spirit. If Kyle's character could not open the door, why could she?

So this time around, it occurred to me -- though again, I might have had this thought previously and just forgotten it -- that maybe he did actually drink the Drano that the film shows him dropping to the ground when he sees Mary. When they embrace and kiss and the camera swirls around them, this could be his "last thought" before dying -- a concept he considers earlier when pondering what Mary's deceased husband Michael thought in the last moments before he shot himself. So in a way, it's a thing of beauty that his last thought his one of hope, of embracing a woman/spirit, even in the darkest hour when he's dying of cancer and dying more immediately of poisoning by household chemicals. When the image of them kissing abruptly cuts off, it could be like that moment the camera abruptly cuts from Tony Soprano at the end of that series -- the lights going out for the last time, in a snap, as he takes two in the back of the head. Of course, that's not the only way to interpret the ending of either of these works of art, but I like that it is one of them.

Free availability on my streaming services: None

Running total: 4-1, DVDs lead

Saturday

Free Solo (2018, Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi & Jimmy Chin) 

Because of an expected streaming viewing of Nobody on Saturday night, I crammed in my DVD viewing in the late afternoon on Saturday. Second use of my USB DVD player on my laptop as I watched in the bedroom. We had to postpone the Nobody viewing and I considered a DVD double feature, but I wasn't in a great mood so I just stuck with the one.

Free Solo was not the reason I wasn't in a great mood. It was terrific.

I watched the previous movie a friend of mine raved about by Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi and her husband/cameraman/daredevil, Jimmy Chin, last year. That was Meru, and it was really good. My friend prefers Meru but I'm a Free Solo man myself, just because climbing a rock like El Capitan in Yosemite without a rope is batshit crazy

Spoilers to follow.

Although Alex Honnold was the first person to do a free solo climb of El Capitan in June of 2017 -- I guess that's not a spoiler unless you think you might be watching a snuff film -- the feat actually has a cinematic precedent. Yes, all you Trekkies out there will know that none other than James T. Kirk was free-soloing El Capitan at the start of Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, even though William Shatner was 58 years old at the time, and more than a little bit pudgy. In the real world, it takes an exceptionally fit young man of 32, who has practiced the climb with ropes dozens if not hundreds of times, to complete the feat.

So I did have Star Trek on the brain from the start of the viewing, which is all the more reason I found it funny when someone refers to Honnold as "Spock" at one point. This has nothing to do with Star Trek V, mind you -- it's because Honnold is emotionally withdrawn almost to the point of pathology. I thought it was funny, though, that there was this accidental connection. In that scene where Kirk is climbing El Capitan, Spock actually flies up next to him on a jetpack. Talk about your climbing distractions. 

Despite his shortcomings as an empathic creature, and his unwillingness to "maximize his lifespan" as he puts it at one point, Honnold has gotten himself a serious girlfriend. She lets him do what he needs to do -- he wouldn't be partnered up with her if she didn't -- but it's interesting to see how the film explores the danger of what he's doing and its emotional effects on her. 

The wonder of the feat itself is obviously the reason you watch this movie -- the beautiful cinematography, the sheer impossibility of what this man is trying to do -- but the film probably wouldn't be as special as it is if it didn't turn the lens inward on itself. A number of the crew discuss whether they want to be witness to the possible death of this man they have come to love and respect, and yet further, whether something they do in the course of filmmaking -- accidentally knocking rocks loose, crossing his path with one of their ropes -- might be the actual cause of his fatal plummet. Alex himself discusses his own ambivalence of being filmed, whether he wants it at all, or whether being filmed might cause him to take a risk he might not otherwise take. 

Anyway, this is the complete package, and we should all be thankful it had the happy ending it did. Because the movie also tells us how many of history's great free solo climbers have died doing what they love, I couldn't resist checking Wikipedia afterward to see if Alex Honnold had succumbed to that same fate since the film wrapped. Nope, still in one piece -- and now married to his girlfriend in the film, as of last year.

Free availability on my streaming services: Disney+

Running total: 4-2, DVDs lead

Sunday

At Eternity's Gate (2018, Julian Schnabel)

I wrapped up the weekend on Sunday night watching a film about an artist whose story has been a part of two films I've loved in the past few years. 

The first of those chronologically, in my own viewing sequence anyway, was 2017's Loving Vincent, the impossible labor of love that gives us a story shot on film, whose every frame was painted over by individual artists. That gives the final product a lovely watercolor vitality and sense of movement, something that Vincent Van Gogh himself would have dreamed up if he'd been alive today. I've seen it twice now actually, most recently last year.

Then there's Akira Kurosawa's Dreams, which I watched last year, and which features a vignette starring Martin Scorsese as Van Gogh.

Loving Vincent was probably in my mind most as I watched, as a number of the same events and characters appear in both. Ultimately, I think I preferred that film's plot structure of unraveling the mystery of the last few weeks of Van Gogh's life, to this approach of trying to get inside his head and see the world more as the painter did. That speaks more to the strengths of director Julian Schnabel, who made the great The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, which features two of the same actors we see here (Mathieu Amalric and Emmanuelle Seigner). I could tell this was the same director as that film.

And while I found the camerawork, the use of color, and the use of filters to distort that color all to be quite engrossing, the film on the whole did not land for me nearly as strongly, ending up as a 3.5-star experience on Letterboxd. Willem Dafoe is great as Van Gogh -- he robbed an Oscar nomination from someone who got famously snubbed that year, but maybe it wasn't such robbery after all. I also enjoyed that Mads Mikkelsen and Oscar Isaac appeared here, basically in cameos. 

Still, maybe it was being Sunday night after a weekend in self-isolation on top of lockdown, but I found my thoughts drifting during the movie a fair bit. I think it's the type of movie that encourages drifting away into your own thoughts at the best of times -- it's designed to be felt and ruminated on -- but it's not a movie I suspect I will watch a second time.

One thing I found interesting was extratextual. As I was watching Dafoe I took at guess at how old he is, and decided that he was maybe 60. The internet told me he's 65, though he would have been closer to 60 at the time this was filmed. Given the age he is now, it was almost exactly half his lifetime ago when he played Jesus Christ, appropriately at age 33, just as Christ was when he died. That became relevant as I was watching At Eternity's Gate, because Van Gogh mentions Jesus multiple times throughout to multiple characters, and you get the sense he may have been a bit of a Christ figure himself. After all, the location of his gunshot is very similar to that of Christ's abdomen wound, and when he's laid out at the end in his coffin among his works of art, finally being appreciated by the public, the sense of him almost being crucified is impossible to ignore.

Maybe Dafoe is just typecast.

Free availability on my streaming services: Kanopy

Running total: 4-3, DVDs lead

So I think I'll do at least three more nights of this ... there's a chance we'll be out of both lockdown and self-isolation on Thursday, and if that's the case, I need to get out to the theater! A Quiet Place II awaits, among others.

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.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

2018, from First to worst

I watched a shit ton of 2018 movies in 2018, and in the beginning part of 2019. What else is new.

Actually, there is one new thing, something I feel quite proud of: I fell just short of setting a record.

Let me explain.

The 149 movies I'm ranking this year are my second highest total of all time, just two short of the personal record I set in 2016. You might think I'd be disappointed not having seen three more movies and broken the record. When you're in range of a record, you go for it, don't you?

And I could have. I've watched only 21 new-to-me movies in January, which is just less than one a day. Easily could have crammed in three more, especially when I devoted five of my January viewing slots to rewatches, two of which were from another year, the remaining three getting watched again just for the purpose of fine-tuning my list.

But the fact of the matter is, when I got in range of the hallowed 151, I pulled back. Something about beating that record frightened me. I'm not sure it's something for a 45-year-old man to be proud of that he mashed in more ranking-eligible films in his viewing year than ever before. By not setting the record at least I can tell myself I have a life.

But who am I kidding? Movies are my life in a way I'm not suddenly ashamed of. I love my family and other hobbies like sports, painting and reading, but I don't suddenly wish I devoted a large percentage of my free time to some other all-consuming passion. Besides, Roger Ebert's empathy machine has been and remains a great way for better understanding the world around us and the people with whom we share it.

Still, 149 does feel slightly better than 151. Healthier.

Before I give you my dramatic reverse countdown of my top ten, my bottom five, and the complete list, I usually like to tell you about the movies that won't be making the list. Below are the five movies I most regret not having an available outlet to see before my ranking deadline. The list is smaller this year and I only truly care about #2 and #1. Whether that's an indication of Australia releasing more movies at the same time they're released in the U.S., or a front-loaded release schedule of good films in 2018, I don't know.

5. Welcome to Marwen - Because I just can't quit Robert Zemeckis (and I loved the documentary it's based on)
4. The Sisters Brothers - Because Jacques Audiard interests me (and it's got a funny title)
3. Destroyer - Because Nicole Kidman (and she looks wackadoodle in it)
2. Burning - Because I hear it's incredible (and regret missing my chance to see it at MIFF)
1. If Beale Street Could Talk - Because Barry Jenkins' follow-up to Moonlight must be seen (though not until after February 14th)

Are you ready for it? ARE YOU READY FOR IT?

10. The Rider - Not a single documentary made my top 25 this year, and that was in a year of high quality among non-fiction films. Chloe Zhao's story of a rodeo rider who's been knocked out of the game by a head injury is about as close as you can get to a documentary among fiction films, though. It not only stars a real-life rodeo rider who was knocked out of the game by a head injury (Brady Jandreau), but also the man's real father, real mentally challenged sister, and real-life friend with far worse brain damage than he has. While the ways these actors obviously connect with the material are fascinating, it doesn't mean a whole lot unless they're delivering artistically (as anyone who's seen Clint Eastwood's The 15:17 to Paris will know). Zhao, Jandreau and company do that with great understatement and emotional resonance, painting a portrait of people who love a calling so much that they continue to risk their lives doing it. They just can't imagine any other way, but that's not expressed through histrionics or lengthy speeches. They simply, quietly, pursue the life they know and love, or struggle desperately to come to grips with not being able to. This meditative love letter to the South Dakota badlands grabbed me in its rhythm and burrowed deep, enough to breach my top ten for the year.

9. Mom and Dad - Through a quirk of my iTunes rental of Mom and Dad, my initial viewing did not set the 48-hour expiration clock running, giving me the chance to watch Brian Taylor's film a second time later in its 30-day rental window. I'm glad for that because I could have easily pooh-poohed loving this movie once and pushed it down to about #23 for the year. Instead, I realized that a delicious horror comedy about an apocalyptic event that causes parents to want to murder their own children might actually belong in my top ten. Ditching his Crank co-director Mark Neveldine, Taylor has delivered something audacious and juicy, but also something surprisingly perceptive about the death of identity that accompanies becoming a parent. Sure, gonzo Nic Cage is probably the headline here, but a much more nuanced Selma Blair grounds us in a reality we may all recognize: that there's something true about parents' latent desire to just have their kids out of the picture. Now don't go calling the cops on me, I love my own kids ... but I wasn't repelled by images of other parents hunting theirs down with unquenchable violent rage, especially since Taylor smartly errs on the side of leaving most of it up to our imagination. Taylor also wonderfully turns the tables on Cage in a third act development I won't spoil, the movie's funniest section. This is B-movie trash with a brain, and it's fun as hell. 

8. Crazy Rich Asians - When a movie pulls all its emotional strings in just the right way, your reaction becomes involuntary. Is Crazy Rich Asians one of the ten best movies of 2018? Possibly not. Did it make me cry on three non-consecutive occasions in its final 15 minutes? Yes, yes it did. On both viewings, in fact. And that counts for something in an age where most movies go in one ear and out the other, leaving no kind of emotional imprint whatsoever. There’s an argument that Crazy Rich Asians is just a well-constructed romantic comedy and that without the all-Asian cast, it wouldn’t amount to much more than any other good representative of the genre. Others can make that argument, but I won’t. At its core this is a universal story about the struggle to overcome the gulf between social classes and the loyalty to good people with checkered resumes, even if you have to break the rules of “polite society” in demonstrating that loyalty. Okay, maybe I’m also describing every costume drama I’ve ever seen, but Crazy Rich Asians combines that classical element with the eye candy of a modern fairy tale to give us something transcendent. Something magical. Even as I try to describe it I find myself flailing to rationalize its impact on me; it just works, and the charm of Constance Wu and new favorite Awkafina is a big part of it. I do also think that all-Asian cast is worth celebrating in 2018, and I hope my affection for this makes up for the fact that I couldn’t get all the way there with similarly representation-positive Black Panther.

7. Eighth GradeIn all the richly deserved accolades for Eighth Grade, there’s been a lot of credit given to writer-director Bo Burnham for being able to climb inside the head of an early teenage girl and present a true document of her thoughts and life. Not as much credit has been given to the actress playing that teenager, Elsie Fisher, whose instincts toward naturalism are that of a master, a veteran, not a girl who is only 15 in real life. There’s this one moment I always think of, when she’s sitting in the back seat of a car, slowly realizing that a boy about four years older is trying to get her to take her shirt off. It’s a game of Truth or Dare, and Fisher’s Kayla is looking down, weighing which answer is the lesser of two evils. The way she starts to give one answer and changes to the other halfway through the word is something you just can’t teach; it’s born of natural acting instinct. Burnham and Fisher get all the details right in this week-long journey of a girl fighting her own insecurities and shyness. It’s a high school movie devoid of outsized villains and clichés, as the inevitable popular girl is more indifferent to her than vindictive. The true-to-life gawkiness, even of the popular kids, is fully encapsulated. And as a dad myself, I was obviously moved by the tightrope Josh Hamilton tries to walk as he seeks an impossible middle ground between parent and friend. In his own ways, he’s as dorky, as gawky, and as vulnerable as his daughter and her classmates.

6. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-VerseWhen I first learned of the existence of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, I thought it was some second-rate release from a studio with a lesser share of the character rights, like Batman: The Killing Joke. No offense to that movie, which I haven't seen and is possibly quite good, but it didn't seem to have a full compliment of modern resources behind it, and felt like it was clinging to the coattails of the more established Batman properties out there. Well, Marvel can go send Tom Holland's Spider-Man home after this movie. Sony may have just been trying to make some money off of the parts of Spider-Man it didn't sell off to the MCU, but the result was what I called in my review "what it looks like when a comic book and a kaleidoscope have sex." It's one of the most visually accomplished and visually distinct animated movies I've ever seen, complete with numerous touches that mimic the tactility of the comic book page. But all its sound and fury, and multiple universes worth of content, is in service of something funny, wonderful and human. Just think what a good year it might have been for Phil Lord if he'd also gotten to execute his vision for Solo. I instantly fell in love with Miles Morales, and I'm glad that members of minority communities can now, maybe, really see themselves in even the upper echelon of iconic superheroes.

5. Climax - In the past decade I have become a true devotee of French director Gaspar Noe, having watched two of his films (Irreversible and Enter the Void) two different times, and maintaining a limited appreciation for a third (Love). However, this marks the first time I’ve actually been able to rank one of his films in my year-end list, and it shot all the way up to #5. After Love wasn’t all I’d hoped for, I didn’t know if Climax would mark a rebound for Noe, or see him go further astray from the horrific imagery and queasy button pushing of those two films I love. Score one for classic Noe. Climax is cleaved evenly between two movies, both of which make astounding use of Noe’s camera, which has always ducked and weaved and floated and wandered like no other camera in modern film. The first shows a bunch of incredibly talented modern dancers contorting and spinning their bodies in joyous ways. The second is … well, the inverse of all that, but in ways it wouldn’t be sporting to reveal as this movie is not yet out in the U.S. Suffice it to say that this goes to places as confronting and as uncomfortable as Irreversible and Enter the Void, with a delirious array of audacious long takes and camera movements that don’t seem physically possible. You leave this Boschian nightmare exhausted and exhilarated.

4. The Ballad of Buster Scruggs - When I started watching The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, I was a bit annoyed. I thought “Two hours and 13 minutes of Tim Blake Nelson talking like a hifalutin hayseed and killing people while grinning sadistically?” Then he gets shot through the head, a lovely surprise, as I thought it meant the Coen brothers were doing something new and unique with structure. Somehow I had avoided learning that this was a collection of six short films. After a first viewing, Buster Scruggs landed in my 10-20. After a second, it’s all the way up to #4, and I watched the second time in a prolonged state of bliss, totally immune to any urge to sleep even though I started at 10 p.m. after a 40-minute run. The on-again, off-again Coens – whose work I also revisited this year in a bi-monthly viewing series – are most assuredly on again after the disappointment that was Hail, Caesar! It’s an extended argument against their own misanthropy, as laid out in that first story, and though it uses the tools of misanthropy on occasion, it’s ultimately a solemn consideration of the great equalizer known as Death. However, it’s also got one of their most sweetly optimistic stories (“All Gold Canyon”) and one of their most romantic (“The Gal Who Got Rattled”). In total, it’s a snapshot of some of our finest filmmakers playing with a number of related themes, and it proceeds in a sublimely perfect sequence toward the infinite void. It may be my favorite feature-length collection of short films, ever.

3. Everybody Knows - Nobody knows yet about Everybody Knows, as it basically hasn't been released yet. That's the risk when you see something at a film festival in August, gambling that it'll be on everyone's lips come top ten season ... and it doesn't get released in either of my countries of reference (the U.S. and Australia) until the following year. But for a scant few days, until it was topped by my current #1, this was my favorite film of the year, giving Asghar Farhadi the most realistic shot yet for one director to top my year-end rankings twice. Farhadi couldn't duplicate the feat he achieved with 2011's  A Separation, but he accomplished many others, including directing as comfortably in Spanish as he did in French or Persian (with terrific lead performances by Penelope Cruz and Javier Bardem), and adding yet another to his great repertoire of films in which character relationships are tested by inciting incidents and the miscommunications that stem from them. I've heard Farhadi described as today's Bergman, and though that's a huge compliment, I don't see him doing the same things Bergman did. I see a supremely gifted storyteller who delivers compelling human drama without any formalist fixations or unnecessary technique. Would that all storytellers could possess his economy and perceptiveness.

2. BlacKkKlansman - Spike is back. The sum total of all the chills, the laughs, the tears, and the moments of pure cinematic invigoration I felt while watching BlacKkKlansman came down to that one three-word thought: "Spike is back." Lee's 21st century output is no kind of barren wasteland -- 2002's 25th Hour is also a favorite -- but nothing he's delivered in 20 years has been as consistently realized as his adaptation of the true story of two Colorado police officers who infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan, one of whom was the Klan's ideal target. John David Washington inherited all of Denzel's charisma, but this performance is no simple feat, just as nothing Lee gives us is lacking in some kind of core contradictory element. How is a movie this angry this funny? How is a movie this skeptical of dangerous white institutions also this loving in its portrayal of a police department? How does a movie so keenly aware of the hate in people's hearts also embrace film's overriding function as entertainment, as the type of escapism to warm those hearts? And just when you think Lee has been "had, took, hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray, and run amok" -- to quote another famous Lee hero -- he dollies his characters back into reality, and then transitions to an end scene of real footage that will leave you shaking. Spike Lee hasn't forgotten how to do what he does best, and he's rarely done it better than here.

1. First Reformed - Who could have guessed the director of the tawdry Lindsey Lohan vehicle The Canyons, more notable for the actress showing her breasts than the director showing any talent, would helm my #1 movie of the year? Had I seen The Canyons in its release year of 2013, it might have been my worst of the year, but just five year short years later, Paul Schrader has delivered my best. There's precedent for this, of course, but it's buried deep in his history. I was with this movie the whole way, then at the very end I thought "Huh?" Followed by the shortest assessment period in the history of provocative ending assessments, lasting about 90 seconds, at which point I decided I loved the ending as well. First Reformed grapples with more interesting issues than I can fit into a capsule of this size, but what I love about it is how it considers the difficulty, yet the absolute necessity, of maintaining hope in the face of overwhelming despair. It's an outlook that must be embraced by both people of faith and people of environmental activism, as they are confronted on a daily basis with the near certainty that their best intentions will be futile. Yet if they don't try, who will? Made me think of my dad, both a member of a church facilities committee and an environmental crusader, who requires this kind of irrational, beautiful hope to keep doing what he does. This magical mystery tour came to take me away, and it's the best movie of the year.

Now, five movies that cannot possibly be described that way. Ladies and gentlemen, my worst of 2018:

5. Venom - I'm not sure if Venom was really this bad or if I'm just incorporating the howling critical reaction into my ranking, but either way, this is a piece of crap. I have no history with this character so there were no expectations to be met or frustrated. I just sat and watched something ridiculous, unsatisfying and shoddy unfold before me, and Tom Hardy's best attempts to draw out the absurdity of the material couldn't make it any more palatable.

4. Gringo - The only of my bottom five with some genuine pedigree of support -- it has a passable 46 on Metacritic -- Gringo may have offended me more than any other film I saw this year. It doesn't quite descend into outright racism, though the portrayal of David Oyelowo's character is weirdly close to that, but it expends a considerable amount of character development on total shitheads, just one of the film's many massive failures on the execution level. A complete tonal misfire.

3. The Happytime Murders - What more needs be said about an idea that looked so bad it had be good, yet was just as bad as it looked? Well, I'll go with three sentences more. There's no longer anything surprising about seeing vulgarities emanate from puppets, but that wouldn't have been such a sin if any of those vulgarities contained a modicum of cleverness. Instead, this is a creative dung heap of a movie. What a shame that talented puppeteers are reduced to plying their trade in garbage like this.

2. Mute - Duncan Jones came THIS CLOSE to being the first director to direct both a #1 film for me (Moon, 2009) and a worst film. For no reason whatsoever, Mute is set in the "Moon universe," containing exactly one scene that references that movie. I'd have much preferred zero scenes, and to free Moon from the taint of this bizarre near-future sci fi film about prostitutes and pedophiles and black market surgeons and god knows what else. It's shit.

1. Game Over, Man! Aliens is suing for defamation of character. A surprise pleasure in the Netflix rom-com When We First Met, Adam Devine was quick to curdle that good will in his Netflix follow-up, a brain-dead stoner variation on Die Hard. It's so puerile, dick jokey, gay panicky, moronic and in all other ways unpleasant that I hated it as much as I did even though I was watching it in the beautiful environs of Bali, on my ten-year anniversary vacation with my wife (and without our kids).

Here's all of 'em!

1) First Reformed
2) BlacKkKlansman
3) Everybody Knows
4) The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
5) Climax
6) Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
7) Eighth Grade
8) Crazy Rich Asians
9) Mom and Dad
10) The Rider
11) Shoplifters
12) Hearts Beat Loud
13) Avengers: Infinity War
14) Outside In
15) Isle of Dogs
16) Sweet Country
17) Vice
18) The Death of Stalin
19) Private Life
20) Mandy
21) Deadpool 2
22) Ant-Man and the Wasp
23) Foxtrot
24) Tully
25) Incredibles 2
26) Love, Simon
27) Disobedience
28) Chris the Swiss
29) Whitney
30) Mid90s
31) The Endless
32) Annihilation
33) First Man
34) Kin
35) Roma
36) Blindspotting
37) Shirkers
38) RBG
39) Hereditary
40) Minding the Gap
41) Three Identical Strangers
42) Sorry to Bother You
43) Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
44) Custody
45) People’s Republic of Desire
46) When We First Met
47) The Favourite
48) Leave No Trace
49) The Mercy
50) Bad Times at the El Royale
51) Tag
52) To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before
53) Paddington 2
54) Black Panther
55) Widows
56) A Quiet Place
57) You Were Never Really Here
58) A Star is Born
59) A Futile and Stupid Gesture
60) The Night Eats the World
61) Can You Ever Forgive Me?
62) Euthanizer
63) Revenge
64) Mission: Impossible – Fallout
65) Unsane
66) Cold War
67) Zama
68) Don’t Worry, He Won’t Get Far on Foot
69) Green Book
70) Bird Box
71) Upgrade
72) Profile
73) The Gospel According to Andre
74) Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again
75) Ocean’s Eight
76) Summer of ’84
77) Swinging Safari
78) American Animals
79) Beirut
80) Mary Poppins Returns
81) The Children Act
82) Bohemian Rhapsody
83) Ready Player One
84) Game Night
85) The Seagull
86) The Old Man and the Gun
87) On Chesil Beach
88) Juliet, Naked
89) The Insult
90) Two is a Family
91) Creed II
92) Madeline’s Madeline
93) Super Troopers 2
94) Support the Girls
95) Death Wish
96) Marrowbone
97) Sicario: Day of the Soldado
98) Adrift
99) Suspiria
100) Skyscraper
101) Thoroughbreds
102) Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation
103) The Strangers: Prey at Night
104) Chappaquiddick
105) Solo: A Star Wars Story
106) Winchester
107) Galveston
108) Holmes & Watson
109) Mary Magdalene
110) The Land of Steady Habits
111) Hold the Dark
112) Pacific Rim: Uprising
113) Damsel
114) Mary Queen of Scots
115) Thunder Road
116) Ralph Breaks the Internet
117) Outlaw King
118) The Commuter
119) Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts
120) Peter Rabbit
121) Kings
122) Ibiza
123) Tomb Raider
124) A Simple Favor
125) I Kill Giants
126) Teen Titans Go! To the Movies
127) The Grinch
128) The 15:17 to Paris
129) Mortal Engines
130) The Nutcracker and the Four Realms
131) Cargo
132) A Wrinkle in Time
133) Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
134) I Feel Pretty
135) Life of the Party
136) Early Man
137) The Miseducation of Cameron Post
138) Wildlife
139) The Bookshop
140) The House With a Clock in its Walls
141) The House That Jack Built
142) Gotti
143) The Open House
144) The Cloverfield Paradox
145) Venom
146) Gringo
147) The Happytime Murders
148) Mute
149) Game Over, Man!

And ending with ... five titles I thought I needed to isolate for further explanation:

35. Roma - Was planning to watch it again to see if I thought it was more than just a very beautifully made and technically accomplished movie, but never did. I've missed the boat on Roma ... for now.

54. Black Panther - I really tried, but a second viewing just couldn't move the needle on this. Culturally but not creatively groundbreaking.

84. Game Night - Probably should be higher ... I was very tired and don't remember most of it.

94. Support the Girls - Movie I just didn't get that I was most disappointed that I just didn't get.

138. Wildlife - Movie whose wild critical acclaim baffled me the most.

Thanks for reading, but don't let the conversation end in your head! Love for you to leave a comment below, and tell me all the ways I messed this up.