Movies of the Year Awards: 2009

And here are the winners of this year's Endys, presented along with my Oscar predictions, which haven't been all that good of late. This year's nominations can been found here. As always, only films that entered the cinema universe in 2009 are eligible, which eliminates from competition such fine films as: Sita Sings the Blues, A Christmas Tale, You the Living, Summer Hours, Still Walking, 24 City, Sparrow, Two Lovers, The Hurt Locker, Tulpan, Ballast and Rembrandt's J'Accuse. And, of course, only movies I've seen can be eligible for an Endy.

Best Picture:

Endy: Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: The Hurt Locker

Best Director:

Endy: Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker

Actor:

Endy: Nicholas Cage, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
Oscar: Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart

Actress:

Endy: Carey Mulligan, An Education
Oscar: Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side

Supporting Actor:

Endy: Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

Supporting Actress:

Endy: Mélanie Laurent, Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: Mo'Nique, Precious

Original Screenplay:

Endy: Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds

Adapted Screenplay:

Endy: Wes Anderson & Noah Baumbach, Fantastic Mr. Fox
Oscar: Jason Reitman & Sheldon Turner, Up in the Air

Foreign Language Film:

Endy: Oxhide II
Oscar: El Secreto de Sus Ojos

Documentary Feature:

Endy: In Search of Beethoven
Oscar: The Cove

Animated Feature:

Endy: Fantastic Mr. Fox
Oscar: Up

Film Editing:

Endy: Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: The Hurt Locker

Cinematography:

Endy: Greig Fraser, Bright Star
Oscar: Barry Ackroyd, The Hurt Locker

Art Direction:

Endy: Fantastic Mr. Fox
Oscar: Sherlock Holmes

Costume Design:

Endy: Fantastic Mr. Fox
Oscar: The Young Victoria

Make-Up:

Endy: Drag Me to Hell
Oscar: Star Trek

Sound Mixing:

Endy: Inglourious Basterds
Oscar: The Hurt Locker

Sound Editing:

Endy: Avatar
Oscar: Avatar

Visual Effects:

Endy: Avatar
Oscar: Avatar

Original Score:

Endy: Boris, The Limits of Control
Oscar: Michael Giacchino, Up

Original Song:

Oscar: "The Weary Kind", Crazy Heart

Documentary Short:

Oscar: China's Unnatural Disaster: Tears of the Sichuan Province

Animated Short:

Oscar: A Matter of Loaf and Death

Live Action Short:

Oscar: Instead of Abracadabra

Soundtrack:

Endy: Adventureland

Movie Roundup: Oscar Eve Edition

The September Issue - RJ Cutler's documentary is billed as being the Anna Wintour movie, but in fact is more about what its title claims it to be: the making of the September issue of Vogue magazine. There is, of course, quite a bit about the impenetrable Ms. Wintour, but because of her famous iciness (and perhaps out of a desire to show in her a better light than her relatively monstrous reputation) the heart of the film ends up elsewhere, in the form of Vogue's Creative Director Grace Coddington. Coddington, a former model with a wild head of orange hair, struggles to get her images, some of them quite stunning, into the magazine while meeting Wintour's often gnomic demands. The sense we get is of a real artist struggling to share her vision with a mass market audience (most of whom probably aren't the least bit interested in her artistry). That Wintour has been able to successfully balance both the creative and business drives of her enterprise is a testament to her managerial abilities. And her remoteness, we might conclude (though this case isn't really made by the film) is both the cause and consequence of her success. Cutler tells a fascinating story that isn't particularly inventive but is none the less entertaining and, as one would expect in a documentary about fashion, full of interesting characters and beautiful images.


Intolerance: Love's Struggle Through the Ages - I finally sat down to watch one of the most celebrated films of all-time, DW Griffith's four-part epic about love that was reportedly his response to the criticisms of his earlier pro-KKK blockbuster Birth of a Nation. I've never learned whether this film was meant to be an atonement for that one's sins (the Intolerance being the source material that he later realized was in fact evil) or the critics and protesters who tried (and in some places succeeded) in getting the film banned (the Intolerance being those who would dare to limit Griffith's free speech rights). Watching the film doesn't really answer that question, as it treats both Love and Intolerance more as organizing principles than as themes to be examined. The film is, as reputed, a marvel of technique, if it doesn't invent it certainly consolidates and epitomizes the state of the art in filmmaking as of 1916: it's a virtual instruction manual in the art of parallel editing, as well as the use of close-ups and crane shots (all of which were fairly novel at the time). More amazing to me, though, was how perfectly structured the film is. After several explanatory titles explaining the nature of the film (intercutting four different stories in four different times), Griffith gradually brings less and less attention to the transitions. The individual stories themselves don't say much about the theme delineated in the title: some have very little to do with Intolerance, some very little to do with Love. It's only when they are told as a whole does Griffith's conception make a kind of sense. It's not an intellectual argument so much as an emotional one, where the Modern Day Love story gives emotional resonance to the Intolerant brutality of the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre, and the detail of the sectarian strife in Ancient Babylon is given added resonance by the Passion in the Jerusalem story. That the whole ends up being greater than the sum of any one of its parts is the ultimate argument in favor of Griffith's parallel editing style: no wonder it won. It deserves its reputation as one of the great works of cinema, and should replace the detestable Birth of a Nation in curricula everywhere. Also fun, look for people in small parts who later became famous: directors Frank Borzage, Tod Browning, WS Van Dyke, actor Donald Crisp and the virtually unrecognizable character actor Eugene Pallette. The #1 film of 1916.


Ong Bak 2: The Beginning - Tony Jaa's prequel to his breakthrough low-budget action film about a country kid who goes to the big city to retrieve his village's stolen artifacts. That film, and Jaa's follow-up The Protector, had a lot of goofy, B-Movie charm ("You killed my father. . . and STOLE MY ELEPHANT!") whereas this latest film is a big budget, CGI filled spectacle that's one of the most brutal and emotionally bleak martial arts films I've ever seen. Jaa plays the sole survivor of a noble family that's been wiped out by bad guys. He's rescued and trained in many combat skills by a band of outlaws, of whom he becomes the eventual leader. He then embarks on a quest for bloody revenge. Jaa hasn't improved much as an actor (his near refusal to speak in any of his films was comical in the first two, here it makes him kind of boring), but his stunt work is again extraordinary. The film doesn't have anything as formally exciting as the repeated shots in the first Ong Bak or the already legendary tracking shot in The Protector, but the last half hour or so of the film, an extended action sequence (which starts, surprisingly enough, with a tremendous dance sequence by costar Primorata Dejudom) is as intense and breathtaking as anything he's done before. This is only the first part of the prequel story, here's hoping Jaa lets a little light into the next chapter. The #39 film of 2008.

Movies of the Year Award Nominations: 2009

It's Oscartime again, and that means it's time to hand out the annual End of Cinema awards (the Endys) for all the films and performances that will doubtless be overlooked this weekend. Only films with an imdb date of 2009 are eligible (which makes it hard, because many of the best 2009 films haven't even been released in this country yet, but these are the rules. Someday, I'll get around to revising previous years' award winners with all the movies I've seen since handing them out.) These are the nominees; the winners, and the Movies of the Year list for 2009, will follow on Oscar morning.

Best Picture:

1. Fantastic Mr. Fox
2. Inglourious Basterds
3. The Limits of Control
4. Oxhide II
5. A Serious Man

Best Director:

1. Wes Anderson, Fantastic Mr. Fox
2. Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds
3. Jim Jarmusch, The Limits of Control
4. Liu Jiayin, Oxhide II
5. Joel & Ethan Coen, A Serious Man

Actor:

1. Nicholas Cage, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
2. Ben Whishaw, Bright Star
3. Isaach De Bankolé, The Limits of Control
4. Sam Rockwell, Moon
5. Michael Stuhlbarg, A Serious Man

Actress:

1. Abbie Cornish, Bright Star
2. Alison Lohman, Drag Me to Hell
3. Carey Mulligan, An Education
4. Déborah François, Unmade Beds
5. Emily Blunt, The Young Victoria

Supporting Actor:

1. Alfred Molina, An Education
2. Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds
3. Michael Fassbender, Inglourious Basterds
4. Brad Pitt, Inglourious Basterds
5. Peter Capaldi, In the Loop

Supporting Actress:

1. Marilou Lopes-Benites, Bluebeard
2. Melanie Laurent, Inglourious Basterds
3. Diane Kreuger, Inglourious Basterds
4. Tilda Swinton, The Limits of Control
5. Kelly Lin, Written By

Original Screenplay:

1. Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds
2. Hong Sang-soo, Like You Know It All
3. Liu Jiayin, Oxhide II
4. Joel & Ethan Coen, A Serious Man
5. Wai Ka-fai & Au Kin-yee, Written By

Adapted Screenplay:

1. William Finkelstein, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
2. Catherine Breillat, Bluebeard
3. Manoel de Oliveira, Eccentricities of a Blond Hair Girl
4. Wes Anderson & Noah Baumbach, Fantastic Mr. Fox
5. Armando Iannucci et al, In the Loop

Foreign Language Film:

1. Oxhide II
2. Like You Know It All
3. Written By
4. Eccentricities of a Blond Hair Girl
5. Bluebeard

Documentary Feature:

1. 1939: Hollywood's Greatest Year
2. The Cove
3. Food, Inc
4. In Search of Beethoven
5. The September Issue

Animated Feature:

1. Coraline
2. Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. Up

Film Editing:

1. Drag Me to Hell
2. Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. Inglourious Basterds
4. Public Enemies
5. A Serious Man

Cinematography:

1. Greig Fraser, Bright Star
2. Robert Richardson, Inglourious Basterds
3. Christopher Doyle, The Limits of Control
4. Dante Spinotti, Public Enemies
5. Richard Dawkins, A Serious Man*

Should be Roger Deakins, of course. An interesting Freudian slip there, I think.

Art Direction:

1. Fantastic Mr. Fox
2. Inglourious Basterds
3. The Limits of Control
4. Public Enemies
5. A Serious Man

Costume Design:

1. Bright Star
2. Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. The Limits of Control
4. Public Enemies
5. The Young Victoria

Make-Up:

1. District 9
2. Drag Me to Hell
3. Star Trek
4. Watchmen
5. The Young Victoria

Sound Mixing:

1. Avatar
2. Inglourious Basterds
3. Public Enemies
4. A Serious Man
5. Star Trek

Sound Editing:

1. Avatar
2. Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. Public Enemies
4. Star Trek
5. Up

Visual Effects:

1. Avatar
2. District 9
3. Star Trek
4. Watchmen
5. Written By

Original Score:

1. Paul Englishby, An Education
2. Alexandre Desplat, Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. Boris, The Limits of Control
4. Carter Burwell, A Serious Man
5. Michael Giacchino, Up

Soundtrack:

1. Adventureland
2. Fantastic Mr. Fox
3. Inglourious Basterds
4. In Search of Beethoven
5. The Limits of Control

Movie Roundup: Three Day Weekend Edition

Make Way For Tomorrow - One of the most tear-inducing movies I've ever seen, extremely sad, but never depressing, if that's a distinction that makes sense. The theme is essentially the same as Tokyo Story, apparently Ozu's screenwriter, Kôgo Noda, was a fan of the film, though reportedly Ozu himself had not seen it. An elderly couple (the wonderful Victor Moore and Beulah Bondi) come to realize that their kids don't want them around when they're forced to move in with them after losing their house. They're separated by circumstance (none of the kids have room for the both of them), and eventually by a continent. It's never sentimental and never melodramatic, and Moore and Bondi break your heart as they accept their failures and warm it with the depth of the joy they find in each other. I don't know if it's better than the Ozu film, but it's just as perfect. The #1 film of 1937, ahead of The Awful Truth, also directed by the great Leo McCarey.


Dear Zachary - A deeply unpleasant film to watch, for a variety of reasons. First, and most obviously is the plot, in which the filmmaker chronicles the tragic circumstances around his friend's murder and the custody battle the murdered friend's parents fought with the accused murderer. This part of the story is both depressing as hell and strains harder to pull your tears than anything I've seen in awhile. Second is the filmmaking style: much of the film is made up of home movies, and the original material isn't much more interesting to look at, but that's mostly OK. The editing and soundtrack are hyperactively cut together, constantly underlining and all capping every emotion the filmmaker wants you to feel (and those emotions are very black and white: everyone in the film is great except for the villain, who is the devil or the government, whose side of the story (whatever it is) remains untold). Finally, the film simply made me feel very uncomfortable, not so much because it's "misery porn", but because of the voyeurism of it all. It felt like an overdose of reality TV, or those tragic memoirs that get featured on Oprah or Dr. Phil or something. I find that kind of thing deeply unsettling, which perhaps makes me strange, but I don't want to see strangers' home movies and I don't want to read their diaries. If the film was 15 minutes long, say a story on 60 Minutes or something, I probably wouldn't have had that objection to it. Or if it was a fictional story, I certainly wouldn't have. I don't quite understand why that is. Perhaps it has to do with the specificity and intimacy of the storytelling preventing the kind of abstraction or generalization or distance that allows me to relate comfortably to the narrative. The #62 film of 2008.

Movie Roundup: Pre-Oscar Catch-Up Edition

Food, Inc - Pretty much what you expect it to be. Though, it was nice to see it focus on the real bad guy in this area, corporate capitalism, as opposed to blaming meat-eaters or poor people who can't afford to eat better than fast food. The only real revelation was the guy who runs an organic farm. He, and his suspenders, were really cool. Otherwise it's just a better-looking version of those Robert Greenwald lefty documentaries.


The Cove - Same with this doc, it makes an unassailably correct argument, though manages to only include the other side in order to knock it down. The story of Ric Barry's personal feelings of complicity in the dolphin craze, and his feelings of responsibility for it is quite moving, but the movie never feels like we're getting the whole story of just what he's done to get himself so ostracized. I suspect that a big part of the reason why issues like this have trouble getting addressed is because the people doing the arguing allow themselves to be so easily caricatured as hippie loons. This film does little to counter that idea.


District 9 - A fine action film, notably mostly for its effectiveness on such a relatively low budget. Its vaunted social commentary amounts to little more than "hey these aliens in South Africa live in slums! In South Africa!" and the framing device of documentary-style interviews and found footage is undercut by so many scenes which aren't shot in that style. Compared with last year's low-budget action film, Cloverfield, District 9 falls short in its unwillingness to stick to the conceit it marks out for itself. Instead of increasing the immediacy of the action, it instead just feels like a (oft-used) gimmick.

Movie Roundup: I Haven't Skied in 25 Years, but that Downhill Course Looks Like a Lot of Fun Edition

(500) Days of Summer - A very good romantic comedy that's a little too much indebted to every other romantic comedy since, well, The Graduate, but still plenty of fun. Joseph Gordon Leavitt sorts through his recently ended relationship with Zooey Deschanel, and the film flits back and forth through time in a wholly unnecessary manner (like in Eternal Sunshine but less interesting) as he tries to get over the relationship. The romance is effectively comedic and its actually kind of fun playing spot the reference (the film is so infused with Woody Allen films I was sure it was set in New York until a third of the film had gone by and even now I'm not so sure they didn't film it there and call it Los Angeles). I very much like the end, which is strikingly mature for a contemporary romantic comedy. The whole thing, in fact, feels like a breath of fresh air, unpolluted by the Apatovianity that has dominated the genre for the last five years or so (let alone the hideousness of the ones I can't manage to stomach the trailers for, which all seem to star Sandra Bullock). I wouldn't be insulting it to say it's the Singles or Reality Bites of its era. Not an all-time great film, but perfectly enjoyable.


Dames - If such a thing as a by the numbers Busby Berkeley film is possible, this is it. There's a slight, but pleasant and occasionally funny plot about a millionaire's relative conniving to fund a broadway show. Dick Powell and Ruby Keeler do their thing (though Keeler's tap dancing is sorely neglected). There's a fine supporting performance from Zasu Pitts as Keeler's mother. The Berkeley numbers at the end are mostly underwhelming, except for an inspired section Keeler's image multiplies giving us dozens and dozens of Rubys. The film's most notable for introducing the song "I Only Have Eyes For You," which is one of the greatest songs ever and has been stuck in my head for the last week. The #17 film of 1934.


Shutter Island - I don't know how to talk about the plot without spoiling it, so I'll try to avoid that. Scorsese does a lot of really cool things to create a tense and unsettling mood, ranging from a dramatic classical, Kubrickian, score to some decent CGI create some wonderful effects with Robert Richardson's lurid cinematography to editing rhythms that are just a little bit off, a little bit out of continuity. The large cast filled to the brim with excellent actors does an excellent job, and Leonado DiCaprio not only gives his usually very good performance, he's also finally starting to show his age: for the first time I can recall, I actually thought he was a believable grown-up. The story's initially unsatisfying, but after a couple of days, I'm thinking it has enough depth that it actually manages to be something a bit better than simply the best Christopher Nolan movie ever.


Anvil! The Story of Anvil - It's everything it has been reputed to be: a terrific story about a 30 year old metal band keeping their dream alive despite an almost complete lack of success. It's funny and moving and inspiring, but it somehow feels incomplete. One of the more interesting questions the film raises is why Anvil failed while their peers (the other metal bands of the 80s) succeeded? The film's too much in love with the band (and that's totally understandable, these guys are quite lovable) that it doesn't really want to address anything negative about them or their music. The #39 film of 2008.

RIP Kathryn Grayson

Movie Roundup: Hoping Karma Punishes the Colts Edition

You, the Living - I've tried a few times in the week since I saw this Roy Andersson film to describe what it's about and have found myself wholly unequal to that task. It's 50 short segments about the loosely interconnected lives of people living in an Ikea commercial world (pale, normal- (as opposed to movie-)looking people, flat, shadowless lighting, boxiness). Some of them want desperately to be understood, or communicate, or fall in love, or play music, though they may very well not be interested in applying any effort towards these goals. There are fantasies of houses that move like trains, B-52 bombers that may very well be real and always the sounds of Dixieland Jazz. It's beautiful, despite its total lack of aestheticism, funny and sad, and always humane. The #4 film of 2007.


Bright Star - Like The Young Victoria, the other romantic biopic of 2009, it's a better film than you think it would be. Abbie Cornish is very good as the girl in love with John Keats (played by Ben Whishaw, in a performance just as good, if not better, than Cornish's). There's not much surprising plot wise: the young lovers are kept apart, first by misunderstanding, then by society, and finally allowed to come together, though we know it's too late. The exceptional thing about the film is its cinematography; director Jane Campion and DP Greig Fraser (this is the first I've seen of his work) apply every kind of light you can think of to their compositions: candlelight, lamplight, bright sunlight, magic hour twilight, icy winter light, smoggy London light, etc etc and the results are stunning. Pictorialism isn't often a virtue, but here it works as a nice analogue to the romanticism of Keats's poetry and the ways he explains the experience of it to Cornish as something that should be felt first and foremost through the senses.


Humpday - Raises an interesting question: does a totally stupid premise for a film become less objectionable if, at the end of the film, the characters realize how stupid they're being? Does it create a bit of poignancy as we witness these characters, who we've reviled for their idiocy for much of the previous hour and fifteen minutes, come to the realization that they've been wasting their time, that they actually have nothing to say and nothing to show for their lives? Or is it just irritating that we've been subjected to this with the filmmakers knowing full-well how lame their central plot is? I'm on the fence. What I'm certain about, though, is that the direction by Seattle's own Lynn Shelton is infuriating. She frames every shot, every shot, in close up, her hand-held, constantly moving verité camera wedged right up under her actors noses as if she wants us to count their pores. The effect is suffocating. And not in a way that analogizes the stifling nature of modern yuppie life. In a way that makes you want to scream "Stand back!" at the screen. The film does capture Seattle really well though. The houses are clearly Seattle houses. The people, all of them, talk like Seattle people. The festival that gives the main characters their lame idea is a real Seattle thing too. A friend of mine has had films there for the last several festivals. I don't think he views it as a grand artistic attempt to justify his existence though. He just likes making porn cartoons. He's weird.


Tulpan - A much better use of the same core concept (not the porn part, the escaping one world and trying for another world part) is this film from Kazakhstan and director Sergei Dvortsevoy. A young man, a former sailor in the Russian (I think) navy is trying to be a shepherd. It's his dream to live a nomadic existence on the Steppe like his ancestors. He's living with his sister's family and trying to learn the business from his brother-in-law, who unfortunately thinks he's useless. The local landowner won't give him a flock or yurt of his own until he gets married (it's a kind of sharecropper system), and the only unmarried girl for hundreds of miles thinks his ears are funny. And for some reason, all the baby sheep are dying. That's pretty much it for plot, the film immerses you in its environment (dusty, windy and strangely beautiful) and characters (beautiful as well). There are plenty of stunning images (one of an approaching thunderstorm stands out in the memory), but it feels almost like they occur by accident, or are merely a fact of nature as opposed to images created by humans. The #13 film of 2008.


Still Walking - It's A Christmas Tale à la Yasujiro Ozu. Koreeda Hirokazu's film is about a family reuniting for the 15th anniversary of the oldest son's death. He'd drowned while pulling a kid out of the ocean. There's lots of food being cooked, family issues being glossed over and not resolved, more than enough passive aggression to go around and always a palpable sense of a family that loves each other, though they may not particularly like each other. The whole cast is great, but the real standout is Kirin Kiki as the mother. Koreeda films the family's mostly traditional Japanese home much like Ozu would have, though he's not nearly as strenuously stylized. The camera spends much of the time at tatami level, but occasionally rises to a traditional height. So it isn't as rigorous an homage as, say, Hou Hsiao-hsien's Café Lumière, but the music is definitely Ozuvian and the family dynamic almost seems like a reverse Ozu: in most of his films the family actually likes each other and keeps what issues they might have hidden. An interesting point of comparison is with Tokyo Story, wherein the parents are unwanted or ignored by their children. In Still Walking, it often seems to be the other way around. The #8 film of 2008.


Avatar - Well, the spectacle of it was fun, I'm a sucker for big battle scenes and I couldn't help but get caught up in these. But it would have been better if it had cut out about 90% of the dialogue. I think it's weird that the humans in the film had never seen Dances With Wolves. Or had any idea of their own history. Seems to me that the history of the last half of the 20th Century has relegated this kind of naked imperialism to the status of historical relic. Modern imperialists are much subtler, and you'd expect them to be even more so 150 years from now (unless of course, the leftward course of history continues and something like this never happens again). Of course, if it's supposed to be a historical allegory, then its deviations from and simplification of the history of colonization in America are pretty glaring (it was about a lot more than naked greed for strip mining: international prestige and power politics, homes and land for a growing mass of poor people, often refugees from war-torn and even more poverty-stricken nations, evangelical religious imperatives, etc). Enough to render its critique kinda silly. The film has a couple potentially interesting ideas (the fact that everyone in it has an avatar: the humans' are technological, the Na'vi are biological and the relation of the Na'vi's electro-chemical connection with the plants and animals on their planet being analogous to what we'd call god) that don't really get explored in favor of lame stereotypes of bloodthirsty soldiers (almost offensive, really) and Giovanni Ribisi's half-assed Paul Reiser impression.

Movie Roundup: One Week Til Swing Time Edition

Love in the Afternoon - This is, apparently, a lot of people's favorite of the Moral Tales, but I think I liked it the least. Part of my problem with it, though, is pretty silly: it has, by far, the worst clothing I've seen in a film in a very long time. I know 1972 was an awful time for fashion, but still, this is ridiculous. Sure, it's kind of cute that the main character, a businessman (Bernard Verley) who has a platonic affair with an old friend (Chloe as played by Zouzou in some really horrifying outfits) while his wife is pregnant, wears nothing but turtlenecks (blue, red, lime green), except when he buys a tight flannel shirt right before meeting Chloe (symbolism!). The best part of the film happens early on, when Verley fantasizes about being able to control the minds of everywoman he meets, and all the ones he meets are the women from the other Moral Tales. A nice little touch tying them all together. This is the only of the Moral Tales wherein the protagonist is already married, in each of the others he's only in love with or engaged to another woman when faced with temptation. That makes him a bit more reprehensible and also makes the film more conventional: from a relaxed exploration of the male psyche as it tries (and usually fails) to relate to and understand women, it becomes a critique of the banality of bourgeois life. After the other five films in the series, I expect more from Rohmer. The #9 film of 1972.


That Hamilton Woman - Vivien Leigh stars as a lower class girl who sleeps her way up the ranks until she gets to marry the British Ambassador to Naples during the Napoleonic Wars. Then, she meets Laurence Olivier's Horatio Nelson (famous sea captain, also married) and falls in love. The two carry on their affair, regardless of the fact that everyone knows about it, because the two of them are so pretty that they just can't keep their hands off each other. It's essentially the real-life story of Leigh and Olivier's relationship, except in reality Olivier kept all his arms and eyes. The two of them are as terrific as ever, and wonderful together. The #8 film of 1941.


It Should Happen To You - I saw this 1954 George Cukor film on TCM, which showed it in the 1.85 aspect ratio. I looked around the internet and couldn't find anything definitive on whether that's the correct ratio or not. It looks like it may have been cropped at the top and bottom at times. Regardless, it's an excellent comedy with Judy Holliday as a young woman who wants to be famous so much she buys a billboard and puts her name on it. It works and soon she's a hit in ads and talk shows and is fighting off Peter Lawford. This bodes ill for her relationship with documentarian Jack Lemmon, whose interested in reality, not celebrity. Cukor and Lawford do some great work in the scene following his and Hollidays first date, with Lawford falling out of and suddenly imposing himself back into the frame next to her as she tries to say goodnight to him and get into her apartment alone, menacing and comical at the same time, it's a textbook case of the power of blocking to carry a scene. The #15 film of 1954.



I Love Melvin - Another celebrity-seeking girl from the early 50s is Debbie Reynolds in this musical by director Don Weis (The Affairs of Dobie Gillis). The draw is the reuniting of Reynolds with her Singin' in the Rain costar Donald O'Connor (who seems a bit out of place as the romantic lead, but that's all part of the film's charm). Reynolds plays an aspiring actress (she plays the football in a Broadway musical) and O'Connor a photographer's assistant at Look magazine who falls for her. He promises to get her a spread, or a cover in the magazine in order to impress her family so they won't make her marry some rich zero. Many songs ensue. And I mean it: it feels like this movie has more songs per minute than any musical I've ever seen. They're not particularly famous songs, but they're well-written and the dance numbers are terrific (chock full of references to other musicals too: O'Connor does a few Kellys (including the lightpost pose from Singin' in the Rain) and Astaires (the rollerskates number from Shall We Dance). It all adds up to a perfect bit of fluff. The #10 film of 1953.

Movie Roundup: Finished Ulysses Edition

Claire's Knee - The fifth of Eric Rohmer's Six Moral Tales, it's a kind of mellow version of Dangerous Liaisons. Jean-Claude Brialy (from A Woman Is A Woman, though now with an awesome beard) is on vacation at Lake Annecy (which is, like the beach house in La Collectionneuse, a stunning location and definitely a place I'd rather be). He's about to move to Sweden to get married, when he meets an old friend who eggs him into a flirtatious relationship with a local teenaged girl. He than falls more seriously for the girl's older sister, or more specifically, certain parts of her. Like the protagonists of most of the Moral Tales, Brialy isn't a particularly admirable character, but he nonetheless remains both likable and sympathetic. This seems to be something special Rohmer brings to the films, maybe it's in the leisurely pace, the dialogue and narration-heavy scripts, the visual relations between the characters and their environments, or just something basically decent and humanistic about the way he sees the world. He's ever curious about behavior, and the lengths people go to to justify that behavior, but he never condemns and encourages that magnanimity in his audience. I can't ever imagine feeling bad after watching a Rohmer movie. The #2 film of 1970.

It's really hard not to compare this to An Education, a film with a similar subject, albeit with a different point of view: that of the young girl in a relationship with an older man. Despite that shift, though, the two girls in Claire's Knee are much more interesting and real than the girl in the newer film, and where Claire's Knee overflows with generosity and warmth, An Education is bitterness and cynicism, its characters existing, for the most part as cheap jokes or object lessons.


Fixed Bayonets! - Samuel Fuller's second Korean War film from 1951, it's not nearly as good as the first, The Steel Helmet. Still, it's a rock solid movie, a kind of version of the Battle of Thermopylae with a single platoon of 48 men left to hold a mountain pass against the Chinese while the rest of their division retreats. The heart of the movie rests with a corporal played by Richard Basehart who doesn't want to be a leader because he fears sending men to their death. The film is structured around the deaths of the four men who outrank him, leaving him at the climax to face his fears and lead his remaining men to complete their mission. As always, Fuller is grittier than the mainstream, but the whole thing feels a bit too schematic and doesn't ever reach the poetic heights of his best films. The #17 film of 1951.


Looney Tunes: Back in Action - Way better than you think it would be. Brendan Fraser stars as a stuntman who gets mixed up with the recently fired Daffy Duck. The two of them take off on an adventure after Fraser's father (Timothy Dalton) an actor who stars in James Bondish spy movies as a cover for his secret life as a spy. Dalton's been kidnapped by the head of the Acme Corporation (Steve Martin, in possibly his worst ever performance) for something to do with some kind of jewel that turns people into monkeys. As Fraser and Daffy try to rescue him, their joined by Bugs Bunny and Jenna Elfman (also pretty terrible as the executive who fired Daffy, sent to rehire him). Director Joe Dante's achievement here is that he truly captures the anarchic spirit of the Looney Tunes cartoons. There are jokes aplenty (visual, verbal, Hollywood satirical) some of them not funny at all, like Steve Martin's whole performance, but the rapid-fire pace never slows down. The #18 film of 2003.


Mission To Moscow - Part of the series TCM's been running this month on depictions of Russia in American film, this one is truly weird. At the height of World War II, the Roosevelt government encouraged Warner Brothers to make this adaptation of the memoir of the American Ambassador to the Soviet Union in the late 1930s, Joseph Davies. Michael Curtiz directs (it was his follow-up to Casablanca) and the film seems oddly split. On the one hand, it does a yeoman's job of whitewashing the real concerns Americans had about Stalin's government (the show trials, the lack of industrial progress, the failures of the 5 Year Plans), but on the other, the film seems to covertly acknowledge that those fears are real. More striking is a show trial sequence, when a number of Soviet officials (all of whom we'd met in the first half of the movie) are put on trial for plotting a Trotskyite coup against Stalin. The trials consist almost exclusively of confessions (which with historical hindsight we can assume were forced), and Davies is there to assuage any doubts as to their veracity. Someone even asks him "How can we be sure these confessions are real?" To which he responds "I've been a trial lawyer for 30 years: they're real." Now, either he's the worst lawyer ever, or he's lying for the sake of propaganda. I think he's lying and I think Curtiz knows it. It shows in the way he directs the performances of the people on trial. I think. Maybe it just looks that way 60 years into the future. I'd love to know what audiences thought of this film when it was released. The #16 film of 1943.

RIP JD Salinger

RIP Howard Zinn

RIP Jean Simmons

Movie Roundup: MLK Day Edition

Suzanne's Career - The second of Eric Rohmer's Six Moral Tales, and much darker in tone than The Bakery Girl of Monceau. It feels kind of like what would happen if the guys from Metropolitan tried to act like the jerks from In the Company of Men. A caddy young man dates a girl he doesn't really like. His friend (who seems to be a bit in love with the guy) really doesn't like the girl either, but considers dating her as well. The girl, seen exclusively from the boys' perspective, is a bit of a cipher. In the end, though, we see that Rohmer was totally on her side all along. The black and white cinematography has a really cool shadowyness to it during the many party sequences. The #15 film of 1963.


My Night at Maud's - Moral Tales, Part III, this time feature length with some great acting from Jean-Louis Trintignant (Three Colors: Red) and cinematography by Nestor Almendros (Days of Heaven). Trinignant plays an engineer in his early 30s (this is the first of the Moral Tales not about students) who's trying to be Catholic and has some issues with Pascal. He's in love with (but has never talked to) a pretty blonde he's seen at Mass. He meets an old school buddy who drags him along to meet his girlfriend, the titular Maud, who interrogates him about his life and philosophy and kind of flirts with him. The bulk of the film is their conversation. All the Moral Tales have essentially the same plot, but differ in the kinds of characters they present the dilemma of fidelity to. The is the first one wherein every character is truly lovable (the guys in the first two are pretty much jerks, Trintignant here isn't perfect (he's actually kind clueless) but adorably so). The #2 film of 1969.


La Collectionneuse - Moral Tales, Part IV and a step backward in the likability department. The Almendros photography is in color this time, and he really captures the beauty of the film's Riviera location. Two guys stay at their friend's vacation house for a month, along with a girl neither of them knows but who seems kind of slutty. They make a kind of game out of competing for her without acknowledging they actually like her. Their behavior is, for the most part, detestable, but at least seems to know that and enjoys playing along for her own entertainment. The ending, which is pretty much perfect, makes me love the film a lot more than I did while watching it. I too want to spend my time at an awesome house on the ocean trying my best to do absolutely nothing. The #15 film of 1967.


In the Loop - Pretty much as advertised: hilarious, with some great performances, especially by Peter Capaldi. It's a screwball farce about the lead up to war in Britain and the US, kind of The West Wing meets Arrested Development, with, yes, a little Mamet thrown in. Based on a TV series, and I can see it working a lot better in that format, as none of the characters are really developed. In the end, the fact that the film follows so closely what actually happened in the lead-up to the Iraq War moves it from good fun to horribly depressing. Up until then, it's the funniest movie of the year.


The Hurt Locker - Another highly acclaimed 2009 movie that succeeded in meeting my lofty expectations. Director Kathryn Bigelow's action sequences are as well-constructed and filmed as their reputed to be: they show a palpable sense of geography and a really patience with the building of suspense. Jeremy Renner and Anthony Mackie are terrific as bomb squad soldiers in Baghdad, though the film kind of falls apart whenever it's attempting to build them into characters, especially with Renner's character. The film seems to want him to be a crazy adrenaline junkie to is wild, takes risks and can't handle life on the outside. But Renner plays him more subtly, more as a man who doesn't love war, but instead has found it's the only place he feels at home. He doesn't need a rush, he needs to be a hero. Regardless, the action sequences alone are enough to make it a great film. The #10 film of 2008.

Movie Roundup: Eating with Relish the Inner Organs Edition

An Education- I'd expect that a film about a young girl in 1962 who's so infatuated with the life of the Parisian intellectual (jazz, cigarettes, New Wave movies) that she dates an older man to have at least a sense of why that Parisian lifestyle is so interesting. Or a sense that the guy she's dating as cool or exciting or smart or dangerous or something. But everything in this movie is tame: the affair is about as passionless as it can get, even for the English; the guy is pretty boring - more traveling salesman than transgressive cad; and the film itself is written and shot so tastefully as to be pretty much inert. The actors are good though: Carey Mulligan doing that clever waif thing that's worked for actresses from Audrey Hepburn to Natalie Portman, Olivia Williams and Emma Thompson as teachers who for some reason can't explain why they like teaching (it'd be inconvenient for the plot or something, I guess), and Alfred Molina as the father. He gets the best scene in the film: his little speech near the end. It's the only really moving thing in the whole film.


College - Possibly my least favorite Buster Keaton feature. I'm actually liking The Freshman more in comparison. Keaton plays a geek who goes to college and decides the girl he loves want him to be an athlete. The film then plays as Keaton tries (and fails) to play various sports: baseball (with one of my favorite players, HOFer Wahoo Sam Crawford in his only film role), track and field, rowing. It's much funnier than the Lloyd film, of course, as Keaton's just a better physical comedian. But it has none of the emotional depth that Lloyd, despite the fact that I was so bored with most of his film, managed to create. The #7 film of 1927.


Dragon Inn - The third King Hu kung fu film I've seen, and it's somewhere in-between the other two ambition-wise. Come Drink With Me, while pretty great for the first two-thirds, was marred by an imposed ending from the Shaw Brothers, with cheap and rather silly special effects. A Touch of Zen, on the other hand, is a vast epic, something that's aspiring to be the Seven Samurai of the kung fu genre (and comes very close to succeeding). This one isn't quite that ambitious, and more successfully maintains its tone through the entire film. The plot is an archetypal one: good guys and bad guys converge at a remote location, beat each other up. The action is pretty much perfect, a difficult task without any performers as virtuosic as Gordon Liu or Jackie Chan, but one Hu manages through framing and perfectly-timed editing. The #5 film of 1967.


The Scarlet Empress - The fifth collaboration between Josef von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich I've seen, and it might be the craziest and the most fun. Dietrich plays the young Catherine the Great, in her rise to Tsarinadom. The early plot, in fact, is suspiciously like that of Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette. Dietrich plays a young German girl brought to Russia to marry the heir to the throne, who is, of course, a lunatic. She freaks out, learns to scheme and manipulate and eventually stages a coup that puts her in power (with the help of the army, large parts of the command of which she appears to have slept with). Dietrich's pretty funny working against type as the innocent waif in the beginning, and of course she owns the double entendres at the end. The best thing about the film though is the set design: the Kremlin as a kind of Gothic horror show with oversized statues of demons and agonized saints everywhere: walls, bannisters, tabletops, as chairs, etc. The #5 film of 1934.



Madame Bovary - Vincente Minnelli's version of of the Flaubert classic is told with a weird framing device. Flaubert is on trial for writing the book (corruption of public morals, in that it expects us to sympathize with the greedy adulterous title character) and as a defense tells the story of the novel. Thus we have the author (in the form of James Mason, of all people) narrating the action as if it were a kind of argument: the story exists to make us feel sympathy for Emma Bovary. It reduces the novel from one of romance and melodrama to one of social argument, which is far less interesting. Anyway, jennifer Jones plays Emma and is pretty good (she looks like a softer, rounder Vivien Leigh). The standout sequence, one of the very best of Minnelli's career is the ball sequence. I've never seen a 19th century dance filmed with such speed, both with the dancers and the camera (when it follows the spinning waltzers). It's a breathtaking sequence, and when the windows are smashed open to let in some air, you're glad for it as well. The #13 film of 1949.


A Serious Man - I finally managed to see this, the new Coen Brothers film. It's very much of a piece with their Barton Fink, both revolving around protagonists that don't understand what's happening around them mostly because they just don't listen. Michael Stuhlbarg is quite good as Larry Gopnick, a physics professor (Schrödinger's cat & the Uncertainly Principle, of course) who learns his wife wants a divorce, he might not get tenure, he's being sued for accusing a student of trying to bribe him. And that's just the first act. More disasters await Larry as he desperately tries to find answers to why all these things are happening to him. He makes several trips to several rabbis, all of whom give him the same, essential existential answer: we don't know, try to enjoy life and be a nice person. That's not enough for Larry, he needs to know: what is God's plan, do actions have consequences? The film exists in an in-between state in whether we're supposed to believe the actions we see are random or determined by God; like Schrödinger's cat, both possibilities are true for the duration of the film. Until, that is, Larry makes a choice. Then all the possibilities collapse into one, and it doesn't appear to be a happy one.


Party Girl - A really solid gangster melodrama from director Nicholas Ray. Cyd Charisse plays a titular showgirl who falls for Robert Taylor's crippled mob lawyer (he makes his living defending Prohibition Era hoods in the employ of Lee J. Cobb in 1920s Chicago). They help each other become better people, which inevitably puts them in conflict with the gangsters. Shootouts and nobility ensue (including a montage of whackings that must have inspired Coppola's [i]The Godfather[/i] in some way). This being a 50s melodrama, there's even the obligatory miracle surgery. Charisse gets a couple of great musical numbers (just dancing), though they're marred by some terrible outfits, by the end, she completely wins you over (and not just with her legs, despite Ray's impressive singularity of focus on them). Above all, the film is notable as yet another Ray film with deeply drawn, very damaged characters struggling against life, despite all the generic clutter than threatens to take over: that powerful emotional undercurrent keeps things (like Lee J. Cobb) from degenerating into farce). The #10 film of 1958.


24 City - The latest (available) feature from Jia Zhangke is the story of a factory closing in the industrial town of Chengdu. It's told through a series of nine interviews, five of which are actual people telling their story, four are actors telling composite stories compiled from among the 130+ people Jia interviewed for the project. The conceit is made clear from the opening credits, which cite famous actresses Joan Chen and Zhao Tao. Far from feeling dishonest, however, the act is consistent with the way Jia's latest films have mixed reality and unreality (The World's animated interludes and surreal setting; Still Life's alien artifacts imbuing a desolate, dismantled town with enough humor and romance to keep things from getting to boring or depressing). The film is shot digitally, with lovely slow pans over the factory (the last workers at work, things been torn down and taken apart, workers leaving the factory in what is probably a Lumière homage). The version I saw on the Instant Netflix and a weird ripple in the image every time the camera panned. I don't think that was intentional. The #4 film of 2008.


The Bakery Girl of Monceau - The first of Eric Rohmer's Six Moral Tales is a short film about a law student (future director Barbet Schroeder, with voiceover narration by future director Bertrand Tavernier) who sees a pretty woman walk by every day, over-thinks a plan to ask her out, and ends up buying cookies every day waiting to run into the girl again. He flirts with the bakery girl (for various potential reasons) and drops her when the first girl returns. It definitely feels like there's more of a movie in this story, something that could have run for 90 instead of 23 minutes. On the other hand, it's pretty much perfect as it is. Schroeder's attention to habit, his circular, obsessive logic and ultimate callousness feels very true to life. The #11 film of 1963.