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Saturday, August 27, 2022

My ten favorite movies that are moods

I usually like a tight and clever plot -- except when I don't.

The extreme example of not liking a tight and clever plot is any movie with spies. I don't really care who is double-crossing whom and why. I suppose spy thrillers often violate the rules of tightness in order to achieve the heights of "cleverness," but some people really go for that. I don't.

I do generally like it when something happens in the plot late in the movie to give me a little frisson of excitement, not necessarily a "twist," but something I wasn't expecting -- perhaps emotionally. But a lot of time, an emotional "twist" is more likely to be found in a movie where mood is what they're going for more than plot.

This is a roundabout way of telling you that I love a movie that is all about its mood -- but only when it's done well. A movie all about its mood that isn't done well is just an exercise in masturbation. But one that's done well ... *chef's kiss.*

What prompted the writing of this post was resuming my viewing of my previous #1s after a 39-day break to allow for my trip to America. My trip wasn't nearly that long, but I paused this project about a week before I left and it took a week after returning to unpause. I knew I wasn't going to watch any of these while I was gone, but interestingly, I could have. As it turned out, my dad and his wife suggested a viewing of Inside Out as one of our evening activities while we were in Maine with the kids -- and I watched it again even though I'd only just watched it for this project three weeks earlier. If only I'd known, I would have saved it. 

It's not often you watch the same movie twice in a month, especially when it's your fifth or sixth time seeing the movie, but surprisingly, I was hit a tad harder by it this time than on the previous viewing. Maybe it was the company, with some people in the room -- including my sister -- seeing it for the first time. (Or it could have been the fact that my older son was in the room, and he's the same age as Riley, and he also just moved house in the past year, creating many of the emotions Riley experiences. I almost wrote a post about this very thing when I watched it back in early July.)

I contemplated watching a second movie for this project, one I hadn't just watched, on the plane, since Lost in Translation was among the Qantas offerings on our flight. But I was already watching one older movie for Audient Bollywood, so I just couldn't justify yielding a second spot to a movie that hadn't come out in 2022. (Though it would have been a great scenario to watch it, given that jet lag is a big theme of the movie.)

For a time last night, I wish I had, as I was unable to scare up Lost in Translation on any of my streaming services, despite my certainty it would be there. I was going to give up and shift to something else, and may have if I'd been able to find Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on any of them either. Instead of searching up a third title, I asked myself "How lazy are you?" and just got out my old laptop to hook up to my TV via HDMI, so I could play my Region 1 DVD of Lost in Translation. It really only took about three minutes. I'm glad to know I'm not that lazy. 

I still mightn't have written this post if I hadn't come across another movie I love that's all about its mood while doing some Flickcharting this morning. So here I am.

I decided not to come up with an entirely organic list -- that's a bit too much work for me this morning -- but rather to go down through that aforementioned Flickchart to identify the ten films I've ranked most highly that are about mood at the expense of plot. This is not to say they don't have any plot, just that the plot is there to support the mood -- at least as I experience the film.

Unsurprisingly, the mood for most of these films is "melancholy." That's really what you mean when you say "mood" without any other words to modify it. 

Perhaps also unsurprisingly, these films tend to be supported by a very "moody" score or soundtrack, one that puts you in the contemplative space to appreciate what's going on with these characters. 

Without any further ado, in the order they appear on my Flickchart ...

36. Lost in Translation (2003, Sofia Coppola) - It's a testament to Coppola's excellent musical taste that all the songs on this soundtrack strike an identical tone. As I was listening, and as an owner of the soundtrack, I kept saying "Oh yeah, this song. Wait I thought this song had already played." While that might sound like a backhanded compliment, it's actually a perfect realization of her attempt to establish a tone of melancholy and displacement, one that the movie plays out expertly. There's a disappointment while watching Lost in Translation that the "relationship" between Bob and Charlotte does not have a traditionally satisfying emotional arc, as it hits a bump in the road and ends in a place of minor disjuncture. But that's like actual life, in which connections rarely land solidly. Of course, the actual conclusion to their non-consummated romance hits it out of the park in terms of emotional satisfaction, and wouldn't you know it, there's the Jesus and Mary Chain's "Just Like Honey" to allow us to marinate in that moment.

76. My Neighbor Totoro (1988, Hayao Miyazaki) - I didn't say all my choices had to be melancholy. However, there's melancholy to be had indeed in this film, undercutting the wonder experienced by the children as they discover their new country home and all the various sprites and other magical creatures who lurk in its nooks and crannies, or in the forest just beyond. Let us not forget that weighing down these children's otherwise uncomplicated excitement and playfulness is the knowledge that their mother is sick, and they don't know for sure whether she will recover. My Neighbor Totoro never gets anywhere close to a story and I wouldn't have it any other way.

79. Spring Breakers (2013, Harmony Korine) - Many of my explanations about why I love Spring Breakers, given to incredulous listeners over the years, have never been able to fully encapsulate the special trance this movie places on me. First it captures FOMO perfectly. Then it captures the delirium of the best time of your life perfectly. Then it perfectly captures that feeling of when you've stayed at the party too long and things have started to go south -- also something depicted in Lost in Translation. But again it's the way this movie wraps you in its soundtrack -- particularly the ultimate in melancholy, "Ride Home" by Skrillex -- that leaves me staring off into the middle distance in reverie. 

87. Once (2007, John Carney) - I wasn't at first sure if Once qualified, but it's certainly got the lack of plot. I mean, the characters don't even have names. This probably most closely approximates the missed but made connections between Bob and Charlotte in Translation, as a potential romance is considered but rebuffed, and we sense the profound effect these two have had on each other even though they may never see each other again. It's obvious that Glen Hansard's passionate, melancholy -- there's that word again -- music is the key to fueling this emotional journey, though we can't discount the contribution of Market Irglova, both as a singer and as Hansard's muse in its creation. 

108. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007, Julian Schnabel) - Two thousand seven was a good year for making us feel more than think, though of course this got ranked with my 2008 films in the first year it was available outside France. Few things are more melancholy -- I'm going to stop calling attention to my use of this word -- than the concept of being trapped inside your brain with only a blinking eye to communicate with the world. Okay, maybe some people would call that terrifying more than melancholy. But there's something about how Schnabel depicts this condition for Jean-Dominique that effortlessly communicates his desire to grasp the beauty of life now that he is intimately acquainted with its fragility. And let's not forget the role music plays here, as there's an unforgettable sequence using U2's "Ultraviolet (Light My Way)" that might not sound memorable on the surface, but wallops you in context.

110. Ordet (1955, Carl Theodor Dreyer) - This might be a stretch and it might look like I'm desperate to prove to you that I like movies made before the year 2000, but there's no doubt that the spell cast on you by Ordet has little to do with its plot. This story of three sons of a devout Danish family, and their struggles with their faith, is the sort of thing that inspired a whole career of contemplation from the likes of Ingmar Bergman, some of whose films could end up appearing on this list. But I think it's really the quiet of their homestead, the rustling of its grass, that places you in this meditative space that carries through the whole picture, and prepares you for the high concept ending that it's best not to spoil.

134. Under the Skin (2013, Jonathan Glazer) - Scarlett Johansson makes her second appearance on this list with a film that basically has no plot at all. Well, it starts to develop something like a plot in its second half, but that's only in contrast to the first half, in which Johansson's alien cruises the streets of Glasgnow for new victims to lure into her black goo. If not for the eerie mood created by this film, it wouldn't have gotten under my skin (so to speak) and become my tenth favorite film of the last decade. But yes, there's melancholy here too -- just look at the expression on Johansson's face at the end and you will understand precisely what has been lost. (A nod to Micah Levy's score to put us in exactly the head space we need to be.)

160. A Ghost Story (2017, David Lowery) - Oh the melancholy! A ghost looks on quietly, helplessly, as the woman mourning him tries to recover from his loss ... and then looks in on the next 300 years or more of the occupants of this building, just for good measure. Daniel Hart's score and Dark Rooms' "I Get Overwhelmed" do tremendous work holding us there once Lowery's images, his square aspect ratio and the performances have brought us to this place. The existential ennui climaxes in a hugely satisfying final emotional payoff.

214. The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou (2004, Wes Anderson) - I debated whether to include Bill Murray's appropriate second appearance on this list, since I think Anderson is always about mood over plot. But in the end, the thing that connects with me so much about possibly my favorite Anderson film is this blue space it finds and remains in. The decline of Zissou's life is embodied perfectly by the abandoned, overgrown hotel on that island in the middle of the film. And Seu Jorge's covers of David Bowie songs are an essential component to the narrative and character work Anderson is doing.

296. Code 46 (2003, Michael Winterbottom) - And finally at spot #10, we get to the film I came across while Flickcharting this morning that prompted me to write this post. There are some high concepts at the center of a love story between two characters in a sun-bleached Shanghai of the future, when only rich, connected people can live "inside" and everyone else is forging documents to try to escape the harsh conditions. Winterbottom draws a very specific portrait of a future where characters slip in and out of multiple languages while they speak. But it's a Lost in Translation sort of relationship that develops between the characters played by Tim Robbins and Samantha Morton, plot taking a backseat to moments infused with significance and scored by memorable songs like Freakpower's "Song No. 6" and Coldplay's "Warning Sign."

Some I bypassed in this top 300 that didn't quite fit my concept of this post, but could have if I'd squinted a bit:

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968, Stanley Kubrick) - 12th
Solaris (1972, Andrei Tarkovsky) - 146th

I also bypassed all my choices that I consider to be straight horror films, because the best horror films are all about creating a mood and that's a sort of different category of cinematic achievement. 

Now that I've become more officially acquainted with this proclivity of mine by having written this post, I'll have to see if I'm more aware of movies presenting themselves to me as moods -- kind of like I immediately notice when a "wax stamp movie" presents itself to me. (Unfamiliar with that concept? See this post.) 

Saturday, August 14, 2021

MIFF from A to Zed

This was what I planned out as the subject for my first MIFF post of 2021, expecting that it would recap for you an epic double feature at the Coburg Drive-in: Leos Carax' gonzo Adam Driver and Marion Cotillard-starring musical Annette (that would be the A) and the much buzzed about Twitter stripper saga Zola (that would be the Zed).

The first sign that this probably would not happen was when my wife told me she wasn't sure she could handle a more than two-hour musical from a director she didn't like. (I didn't like Carax' Holy Motors either, but was willing to look past that). I then considered going by myself for the first feature and having her join me by Uber for the second, but then I discovered they were charging $40 per carful per movie, and it didn't seem worth it just for myself. So Annette was out. (Thinking about it now, I wonder how they would have handled the separate admissions. I probably would have had to drive out and drive back in, which just seems like a hassle and a headache.)

Zola was still on, and we purchased our $40 carful. But it started to possibly slip through our fingers when they pushed back all theatrical screenings by a week's time in order to avoid possible lockdown cancellation, meaning our drive-in trip was shifted from August 6th to August 13th.

Friday the 13th probably should have been an omen of some sort, as soon after that, all theatrical screenings were cancelled for 2021. 

But Zola itself was not lost.

I had noticed earlier in the week that it was available for premium $19.99 rental through U.S. iTunes, though it took me a few days to put two and two together: I could rent Zola and we could have the drive-in in our own living room.

I set it as a surprise for my wife, and she loved the surprise. I think she loved the surprise to a greater extent than it was actually a good surprise. Suffice it to say that in lockdown, we all need a surprise. 

If I'd been really clever, I would have assembled additional props or special foods to kind of simulate the drive-in experience, but let's just say my sense of cleverness is a bit dulled right now. Besides, #lockdown. 

I only wish the movie had delivered more on our hopes and expectations.

I probably had it too hyped coming in, as I've been hearing about this for what feels like a year now, and it was easy to imagine it being really off the hook. I'd heard it likened to Spring Breakers, which makes sense given the Florida setting and certain stylistic choices. But that probably also set the bar way too high for me, since as you know, Spring Breakers was my #2 movie of the entire last decade.

I could tell right away that it wouldn't pop like Spring Breakers, which could be the difference between cinematographer Benoit Debie and cinematographer Ari Wegner. When I looked up Wegner's credits, I expected to find a neophyte working on one of his first films, given the sort scuzzy look of Zola. (Intentionally scuzzy, but scuzzy is scuzzy.) However, that's not the case at all -- Wegner has worked with both Justin Kurzel (True History of the Kelly Gang) and Peter Strickland (In Fabric). I thought Kelly Gang looked terrific, and that In Fabric looked ... scuzzy. I have no doubt the aesthetic was intentional in both places, but I wanted something crisper here.

There are far bigger problems than the film's look, though. There are two main ones as I see it:

1) The story is not as over-the-top absurd as I expected it would be. Given the Florida setting, I expected a truly bizarre odyssey of strange characters, hilarious circumstances and unexpected twists and turns. The actual story is a very banal and sad weekend escapade involving strippers turning tricks under the iron grip of a despicable pimp. The details of what happened do not seem particularly extraordinary. Check that -- they are extraordinary for your average, everyday citizen, but they are not extraordinary by the standards of movies made about lowlifes and people at the margins of society. The way Zola was sold to me was that I would not be able to believe what happened next, and that's a comparison to other similar movies, not to my own life as a dad in Australia. It just didn't live up to that. Nor was it funny, as I thought it was supposed to be. I mean, darkly funny, but still funny. I did laugh sometimes, but my overall takeaway was that this was all just sad, and not kind of delightfully preposterous as I thought it was supposed to be.

2) We don't learn enough about the characters. This is particularly problematic for Zola herself (Taylour Paige), the one whose tweet storm became the raw materials for this movie. She is supposed to be our surrogate -- Stefani (Riley Keough) does get to tell the story at one point, but only for five minutes of obvious exaggeration we can't trust -- so the fact that we don't get to know her at all is a real issue. A movie does not have to prioritize character development -- Spring Breakers does not -- but when the story is told from one particular person's perspective (and the movie is named after that person), not having much of a sense of that character is indeed a shortcoming. If one of the characters had been the narrator of Spring Breakers as Zola is here, it would have been a problem that we didn't know more about her at the end, but that is an ensemble piece being viewed by a disinterested, omniscient eye. Zola's eye is the eye here, but it's empty.

You should still see the movie, but just temper your expectations. Like, a lot.

Oh, and it occurs to me that the subject "MIFF from A to Zed" still sort of works, if you incorporate my Thursday night viewing. All Light, Everywhere can just take the place of Annette as the A. 

Should have waited and discussed them both in the same post. Curses! 

Our living room drive-in kicks off a weekend of MIFF-related activity, and I'll probably be back tomorrow to tell you about more of it. 

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

How Florida became the backdrop for great independent filmmaking

Florida is among the most peculiar of the continental United States. Hawaii and Alaska may have a leg up in being separated from the rest of the country by miles and miles of ocean or miles and miles of Canada, but among states that are actually connected to other states, there may be no greater odd duck. It's kind of the south, but it's kind of cosmopolitan. It's got swampland and it's got coastal beauty. It has a huge demographic diversity, from rednecks to senior citizens to African-Americans to displaced Cubans. It plays a pivotal role in every presidential election. It attracts such weirdness and such oddity that a Los Angeles morning radio show I used to listen to had a game called "Germany or Florida?", where some outlandish little news item was proffered and you had to guess which of those locations spawned it.

Perhaps all of this has helped make it the go-to destination for independent filmmakers trying to explore serious issues of culture, identity and the American dream, all with the option of palm trees in the background.

The title of this post suggests I'm going to explain how that happened. In fact, I can't do that, though it's possible if I went on the internet and pulled some threads, I might find out. It might be nothing more profound than that Florida offers good tax breaks for films that want to shoot there. Really, I just liked how that title sounded.

The latest example, the movie that gave the idea the critical mass in my head necessary to write this post, is Trey Edward Shults' Waves, a film whose late release date caused it to get kind of lost in the shuffle at the end of 2019. In fact, it hasn't yet debuted here in Australia, an eventuality that will arrive late next week. That release date may have been delayed by coronavirus but it may not have. Sometimes, late-year American releases don't come out in Australia until the following summer -- which is winter here, of course.

I myself saw it as a 99 cent rental on my American version of iTunes. That's also not the first time that has happened, that a U.S. film has reached that point where it's no longer a new video release, so can appear at a discount price for one week, but it still hasn't made its debut everywhere in the world.

One thing setting a film in Florida does is it allows for the collision of dissimilar types, who might not otherwise inhabit the same space. My first example, from back in 2013, does that very well. That's Harmony Korine's Spring Breakers, in which we get the science experiment of what happens when you combine college girls on spring break with drug dealers. Only in Florida, right? In that film -- which you know I think is brilliant, as I ranked it my second favorite of the last decade -- it allows for the college girls to find the drug dealers in themselves, and the drug dealer to find his inner college girl. That's all perfectly encapsulated in a single scene, where James Franco's Alien sits at an outdoor piano and delicately plinks out the notes for the Britney Spears ballad "Everytime," while the college girls in question dance around him wearing pink balaclavas and brandishing machine guns. Only in Florida, right?

The next film, chronologically, deals with a different sort of collision of things that seem diametrically opposed to one another, though they shouldn't. That's Barry Jenkins' Moonlight in 2016, which made my top ten of the year. Here you have the story of Chiron, who has a drug addicted mother and whose best male role model is himself a drug dealer. The twist is, of course, that Chiron is gay, a sexual preference that has a shameful history of acceptance in society in general, and in the African-American community in particular. There's something particularly Floridian about this coming of age story, as Chiron's formative sexual experience takes place on a beach by the titular moonlight. The image of Chiron being dipped in the waves by Juan, that drug dealer with a heart of gold, suggests a kind of baptism into a life of acceptance -- and also, indirectly, a life of crime.

The very next year, Sean Baker came back with The Florida Project, which, like Moonlight, also yielded a best supporting actor nomination, though Willem Dafoe did not win the statue that Mahershala Ali did. Like Moonlight, it also finished in my top ten for the year. The clash of apparent opposites here is between extreme poverty and Disney World. Baker stages the lives of children and their absent parents in a long-term motel that's adjacent to Disney World -- several miles adjacent, but close enough that the reflected glory still rests upon it, and the motels are given the types of names that might ensnare less discerning tourists. That the kids should be free to walk around in abandoned homes, and even set them ablaze, gives an indication of the duty to them that has been forfeited, and the chaos that exists just beneath what in many respects is a pretty surface. That chaos encapsulates Florida in general.

And finally we come to 2019 with Waves, which didn't yield any nominations of any kind, nor get the attention it deserved. Because I had no way to see it in time for my own best of 2019 list, it couldn't make the top ten, but I can pretty much assure you it would have made the top five if I had. Here is our first mismatch between the race of the filmmaker (white) and the race of his characters (black, with a few exceptions). Even six months later that disjuncture might already now seem problematic, but not the way Shults handles it, which is fair and credible and never assumes to know more than it does. The apparent contradiction in this story is that it revolves around an affluent black family -- and that, unfortunately, itself is a sad contradiction in what we expect from our depictions of African-Americans at the movies. Even though the members of this family have worked hard to rise above the limitations society tries to place on them, tragedy still reaches them, blurring the accomplishments of a successful businessman and his overachieving wrestler son. As much as the movie is not "about" race, racial issues bleed around the edges, and again, Florida is both the backdrop for this tarnished American dream, and in some ways, its cause. (The image above even recalls the Moonlight baptism scene.)

Four movies in six years does not a trend make, you might say. It could just be a coincidence that four superlative movies set in Florida, with similarly gorgeous looks, made by similarly visionary directors, happened to come out loosely within the space of a decade. The fact that it's closer to half a decade certainly strengthens the case, but it's still possible it's a coincidence.

However, it could also be true that there is something about the American soul that we need to wrestle with right now -- no pun intended -- that achieves its most profound dramatization in that oddest duck of states.

I'll put it this way: If in 2021 I see another Florida-set film advertised that reminds me of Spring Breakers, Moonlight, The Florida Project or Waves, I will be the first damn person in line.

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, July 27, 2019

The stress of FOMO at the movies

I have long been a sufferer of FOMO, and I’m glad somebody finally put a name to it.

The clever acronym – which stands for Fear Of Missing Out – may have been around longer than this, but only in the past couple years have I started noticing people mentioning it as a specific phenomenon that affects people in a specific way. I’m sure social media is a big part of it. In a way, each tour through your social media is a tour of things you are missing out on.

In my own life, I think of this specific example from when I was in journalism school. It was just a one-year program at Columbia (yep, I dropped that name), so everything was a bit more intense as the experience was finite. The capper of this single year was a booze cruise in the harbor out by the Statue of Liberty. Everyone dressed up and everything. Because the subway I was on was having mechanical problems – and because, let’s be honest, I probably didn’t leave my apartment as early as I should have – I nearly didn’t make it on time, and started suffering an emotional breakdown right there on the subway. I imagined all my other classmates departing for this magical evening and all going home with new sexual partners and all the other things I imagined happening that night, and me being stranded on shore, and it was more than I could handle. (As it turned out, they compensated for late arrivals by leaving at least 15 minutes later than the scheduled departure time – and as it turned out, I did go home with someone that night, but that’s another story.)

Anyway, that experience and others in my life help explain why I get so stressed out when I’m watching a movie that causes me to get vicarious FOMO.

This happened most recently during Booksmart. In a way, the entire movie of Booksmart is about FOMO, as the lead characters realize they missed some essential part of their high school experience only after it's too late to do anything about it. But within that there is a more specific kind of FOMO about a specific party happening that last night before graduation. The two leads are monitoring videos posted to social media by people at that party, and it looks great. Meanwhile, they are suffering through all sorts of ridiculous delays, first getting taken to a party thrown (on a boat, like mine) by a rich kid that nobody is attending, and then ending up at a dress-up murder mystery party. They do finally get to the party they’re meaning to go to, and thankfully for them, it’s still in full swing.

I’m not sure how these girls weather all their various delays with equanimity. Me, I’d be losing it, like I did that night 20 years ago. And I’m sure I was kind of squirming there in the movie theater. WHY are they not getting to this party and WHY is it not bothering them more? I’d venture to say it took me out of it a bit. I couldn’t relate to the lack of a reaction.

It's not the first time I’ve noticed this happening. In fact, it seems to be a common occurrence in movies about parties to have the characters take a long time to get there, meanwhile getting embroiled in all these other shenanigans. I think of The Night Before, the Seth Rogen movie from a couple years ago in which they’re trying to get to some amazing Christmas Eve party in a secret location. If memory serves, they have a half-dozen seemingly avoidable errands to complete on the way, including a wild goose chase to get some drugs (which are not even for them) as well as a Christmas Eve dinner at somebody’s mother’s house. I do think there may have been a bit of stress and FOMO by the characters in that movie, but not the kind I would experience in that situation.

However, the stress of FOMO does not always decrease my appreciation of a film. FOMO is a major motivating factor for the characters in one of my favorite films of the last decade, Spring Breakers. There was the opportunity for major stress on my behalf in the first section of the movie, when our four main characters are some of the last students on a ghost town of a campus that’s lost all its students to spring break. They can’t join their classmates until they have a little cash, which they get by robbing a restaurant. Once they do arrive in party central, they seem not to have missed much. The rest of the movie is about FOE, Fear of Ending, which is a lot more melancholy and with which I can a lot more easily grapple.

I think the difference between those first two films and Spring Breakers is that the characters in Spring Breakers are not getting waylaid on ridiculous tangents. The tangible stressful aspect of FOMO for me is being so close yet so far. If you’re broke, it’s not like you’re almost at the party but not quite there – the situation is hopeless until you do something about it. The characters do, and then they beat feet to Florida post haste. What I really can’t stand is the continual delay of a gratification that is almost within your grasp, but is ephemeral, so if you don’t grab it quickly it will be gone. That’s present in both Booksmart and The Night Before.

And now I must leave you due to the fear of missing out on the other aspects of my day.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Not your Alien

I can’t see why Harmony Korine wanted to make The Beach Bum, but it’s easy to understand what attracted Matthew McConaughey to the project.

He saw Spring Breakers, marvelled at James Franco’s gonzo performance and thought “I’d like to do that.”

But this is not your Alien, McConaughey. Nor is it your The Dude, which is also in there.

It’s easy to tell that The Beach Bum is from the same director as Spring Breakers. Both films are set in sun-dappled Florida. Both films use a montage approach to the narrative. Both films feature kind of a “pimp lifestyle,” one of which seems appropriate to the subject matter and one of which seems vaguely absurd. Both feature a setting with an outdoor piano, as well as other excesses of the rich. There’s a similar kaleidoscopic color scheme and both films were shot by Benoit Debie. Both films even include a High School Musical alum (Vanessa Hudgens there, Zac Efron here).

Oh, and both feature an over-the-top performance by a character with an outlandish nickname.

In the superior Spring Breakers – which a friend of mine has recently dubbed “Korine’s Citizen Kane” – that character is Alien, played by Franco.

In The Beach Bum, it’s, er, Moondog.

Moondog is played by McConaughey, channeling Franco.

It’s not that Moondog is anything like Alien, in the overt sense. Alien is a drug dealer with corn rows and gold teeth, while Moondog is a stoned space cadet hippie poet. But McConaughey is channeling, or trying to channel, the go-for-broke commitment to a particular character that Franco delivered for Korine in Spring Breakers, imagining that he might carve out his own spot in the cinematic cult character hall of fame.

Nice try, but no.

Moondog is one of the most face-punch-worthy characters I have met in recent memory. He spends all his time in a stupor – sometimes drunk, sometimes stoned – which, miraculously, the other characters consider endearing. He floats around the greater Miami/Florida Keys playing bongo drums amidst semi clad women, constantly smoking joints. He crashes the vows of his own daughter’s wedding – massively underdressed, mind you – in order to grope the groom’s balls in order to prove he’s not man enough, or something. The guests love it. “That crazy Moondog.”

Also, his poetry is shit.

I suppose that’s why some critics have called The Beach Bum an “epic goof.” Then again, some people also thought Korine was punking his audience with Spring Breakers. I pity those people, but they were out there.

Is how I felt watching The Beach Bum how other people felt watching Spring Breakers?

I hope not, because I really wanted to punch this movie in the face, along with its main character.

Of course, I could have wanted to do that with Alien, as Franco’s performance is as stylized and filled with tics in its own way. Except in that case, all the specific wardrobe and hairstyle choices, and curated mannerisms, work. Here, none of them do.

I suppose at this point you might want to take a better look at Moondog. Here he is:


You can probably see why the choices remind me of Alien, in a way. He’s festooned with eccentricities. Probably the most laborious of these is the sunglasses, which are flipped up here. When down, they look more like those sunglasses old people wear, which I guess is meant to provide additional blockage of rays, or possibly help with their glaucoma. When up, he also sometimes wears reading glasses in order to better read his terrible poetry to an adoring audience.

Who knows, maybe he actually has glaucoma, and that’s why he smokes that much weed.

We’re supposed to believe that Moondog was a renowned poet who once made something genuinely great, although old VHS video of him also makes it look like he was once a motivational speaker of some kind, only a tad less wacko than he is now. That’s how he attracted the attention of his wife, a bit of a trainwreck herself but also quite the catch in many respects, played by Isla Fisher. What she would want to do with him, the film never tries to argue. We’re supposed to just believe his blend of carefree free-loving goofiness is an aphrodisiac to everyone he meets. He's kind of like the words used to describe Cosmo Kramer -- "do nothing, fall ass backwards into money, mooch off your neighbors and have sex without dating" -- only without the charisma, and completely insufferable.

The Beach Bum wastes all this time with Moondog without us ever learning what really drives him or why we should care about him. In the end, it has utterly no meaning. People said that about Spring Breakers, but you can see the difference between having no specific viewpoint – i.e., not celebrating or criticizing the behavior you present – and just having no meaning at all.