2003 Ten Best Movies

We have to order lives somehow, and the 365-day timespan is a useful way of doing that. It’s absurd to line ’em up this way as though there were some logic to it, but we do: the Chinese Year of the Tiger, the weirdly wonderful idea of International Geophysical Year (it was a year and a half, 1957-58), The Year of Magical Thinking, Sinatra singing “It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs,” those old Time magazine book-form digests on certain tumultuous years (Jesus! What about 1939! Or 1968, right?), the royal family’s annus horribilis, A Journal of the Plague Year, memoirs that cover a single season like Jim Bouton’s Ball Four. Crowning events lock certain years in your own unwritten memoir: 1985 was my first trip to Europe, 2008 I got married. 2001 once belonged to a movie title, now it’s a disaster year.

2003? Not a pleasant year. No Sinatra songs about it. I hope you had a good one. As for the movies, they lack a single definitive Number One for me – some nice offerings, a few thunderclaps (Japon and Oldboy, for instance), but I’m not really feeling it. At the top I settled on a film that seems to me smart, richly acted, and impeccably made; it also fulfills certain movie-movie standards in a year that falls short on that score, even in movies I admire and esteem. And so it’s Master and Commander, a very gratifying picture that serves like the candidate who comes out of a political convention, a compromise choice, the one that will do until the next year comes along.

Neat movie, though, and a great vehicle for Peter Weir’s sensual, tactile talent for summoning up pictures and sounds and bodies in locations. In 2003, Russell Crowe could justifiably be considered a hope for the future of movie acting, with his ability to think on camera and his quick humor; hope he returns. Of the other good movies from that annum, Carlos Reygadas’ Japon is a visionary, startling work, looming larger in retrospect than the self-contained pleasures from Tarantino and Sofia Coppola. Ten best movies of 2003:

1. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (Peter Weir)

2. Japon (Carlos Reygadas)

3. Lost in Translation (Sofia Coppola)

4. All the Real Girls (David Gordon Green)

5. Kill Bill Vol. 1 (Quentin Tarantino) and Oldboy (Park Chan-wook)

6. XX/XY (Austin Chick)

7. Wilbur Wants to Kill Himself (Lone Scherfig)

8. Dirty Pretty Things (Stephen Frears) and The Good Thief (Neil Jordan)

9. Finding Nemo (Andrew Stanton)

10. School of Rock (Richard Linklater)

11. The Best of Youth (Marco Tullio Giordana) and The Dreamers (Bernardo Bertolucci)

Wow, I haven’t cheated with the ties like this in a long time. But Finding Nemo and School of Rock were on my original 10 at the time, and I wanted to keep them on there, so other stuff got shuffled around. Dirty Pretty Things and The Good Thief are both neatly-assembled pieces of atmosphere, though with very different styles (a charismatic lead performance in each case: Chiwetel Ejiofor in the first, Nick Nolte in the latter). Wilbur is a completely delightful film from a director who hasn’t messed up yet, and it should be better known. XX/XY is a tough, penetrating look at the man-woman thing, and also deserves a reputation.

Bunch of interesting movies aren’t there: Mystic River could stand another visit from me, especially for the way the final few minutes turned the story around in a remarkable way, and Gus Van Sant’s Elephant, Berman and Pulcini’s American Splendor, and Jafar Panahi’s Crimson Gold are all list-worthy. Bent Hamer’s Kitchen Stories is effing hilarious, and I love Schultze Gets the Blues, which now that I look at its release dates, ought to be in my 2004 accounting, even though it showed at festivals in 2003. (Years will drive you crazy.) Bad Santa and Something’s Gotta Give were oddly satisfying holiday movies, and you may also have heard of a little number called The Return of the King, which rounded off Peter Jackson’s Rings trilogy in an epic way. Pet movies would include Isabel Coixet’s My Life Without Me, an intriguing look at how one’s own death might be artfully managed, Jane Campion’s hallucinatory In the Cut, and Ong-bak, which is trashy and lunkheaded but is true to the spirit of the long take in an especially delirious fashion.

The all-Italian #11 slot features two flawed films that nevertheless have staying power. The Best of Youth has a TV-movie flatness and sloppy edges, but man, there is something about sticking with characters for six hours that makes the whole thing bloom in a rich, sad way. The Dreamers gets silly, although Bertolucci’s unapologetic randiness is also a sign of life. And both projects reel in the years: the signpost years that mark the progress of lives. So, of course, I’m a sucker for them.

Movie Diary 2/27/2010

A Walk in the Sun (Lewis Milestone, 1945). A platoon movie, lots of chattery dialogue by Robert Rossen, interesting cast, echoes of All Quiet on the Western Front at times, funny rapport between Richard Conte and George Tyne. It has such a small budget, substituting puffs of smoke for entire action sequences, that it begins to resemble a Twilight Zone episode where everything turns out to be a dream.

Prodigal Sons (Kimberly Reed, 2008). A fair share of remarkable incidents and revelations are contained in this documentary about a most unusual Montana family; like Reed’s avowed inspiration, 51 Birch Street, the movie’s “intimacy” has more than a whiff of exploitation around it. (full review 3/5)

Fish Tank Apology (Weekly Links)

Jarvis/Fassbender/Fish Tank

For a variety of reasons, just one review for the Herald this week:

Fish Tank. “Somewhere on the outskirts of…well, just on the outskirts.”

Also a talk about the cultural ritual of the public apology, with Steve Scher on KUOW’s Weekday, archived here. This is a new weekly segment called (tentatively?) “The Culture Moment.”

And I note the value of Fish Tank and tip the new DVD of Lola Montes in conversation on Art Zone with Nancy Guppy on the television box: tonight at 8 p.m. and 11:30 on the Seattle Channel (channel 21, mostly, to locals) and then repeating Wednesday at 7 p.m. on KCTS (that would be channel 9). And now here is a link to the show.

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The Girl on the Train (Andre Techine, 2009). Fine offering from Techine, with a pair of heavyweight French actors (Catherine Deneuve and Michel Blanc) providing support to Emilie Dequenne (who looks very different now from her award-winning Rosetta debut). The director’s elliptical style suits the main character’s quick-shifting way of moving through the world. (full review 3/5)

The Crazies (Breck Eisner, 2010). Once it hustles past a few initial logic-leaps, this thing really gets into a pretty good groove. Not exactly a revelation, but a clean and mostly sober take on George Romero’s original, and sturdy people in the front lines (Timothy Olyphant, Radha Mitchell).

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Namu, the Killer Whale (Laslo Benedek, 1966). After I watched this today, for the first time since seeing it at its world premiere at the Orpheum Theater in Seattle, a trainer got killed by a killer whale in Orlando’s Sea World. That’s awful, and whales shouldn’t be kept in pens. Namu was the second killer whale held in captivity (also my childhood hero) and although his close observation was an important event in the understanding of how damn smart and social whales are, his capture was also the first evidence that whales don’t belong in captivity. The movie’s not much of anything, but it has great footage of people swimming with Namu, shot by some of the crew that worked on producer Ivan Tors’ “Flipper” TV show (that show’s formula – swimming every day + sunshine + dolphin as best friend – was my idea of paradise at age seven). The movie is re-titled for DVD: Namu My Best Friend, which is almost as bad as calling killer whales orcas.

Movie Diary 2/22/2010

A Prophet (Jacques Audiard, 2009). A movie as patient and competent as its protagonist, in which all the pieces come gradually together to form a satisfying whole, right up to the final notes on the soundtrack. Sort of a companion piece to Audiard’s The Beat That My Heart Skipped, and like that film featuring a large supporting performance by the debauched Niels Arestrup. (full review 3/19)

Fish Tank (Andrea Arnold, 2009). Just when you think you’ve seen every possible variation on a movie set in a British housing project. Not as revelatory as Arnold’s Red Road, but more evidence of her talent. (full review 2/26)

Pitfall (Andre de Toth, 1948). Re-seeing after 25 years or so, and thus “new.” The lively dialogue and a classic noir situation carry this through, along with de Toth’s eye for startlingly just-there real locations.

Assassins (Richard Donner, 1995). Not quite the sleeper I remembered, but something’s going on in it. Antonio Banderas’s antic performance is a reminder of his promise at the time; one wants Stallone’s sincere attempt at intelligent underplaying to work – it doesn’t quite.

Kids of Survival (Daniel Geller and Dayna Goldfine, 1996). Quite a powerful account of Tim Rollins and his South Bronx teen artists, from the makers of Ballets Russes. Also has some classic noodle-headed comments from academics. (It’ll be shown again soon: see “Upcoming Events” tab.)

1944 Ten Best Movies

Andrews/Tierney/Laura

The latter half of the 1940s is considered the meat of the film noir era: the returning veterans, postwar anxieties, new man-woman tensions. But my 1944 list shows the first boomlet of noir taking over the top spots and setting the tone for the movies that would follow during the decade. Sort of hard to pick a winner choosing among Laura, Double Indemnity, and The Woman in the Window, so I can only say that Laura seems the most flawlessly realized of the trio, The Woman in the Window the most authoritative, and Double Indemnity the most iconic. But if Laura deserves the edge for any single thing, it’s the character of Waldo Lydecker, that snobby columnist gloriously portrayed by Clifton Webb – one of the automatic invitees to the “best movie characters at a dinner party” event.

It’s a strong year at the top. Preston Sturges had his two small-town pictures, both starring Eddie Bracken, as the culmination of his great early-40s run; and while The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek is a hilarious alarm clock of fun, Hail the Conquering Hero is something finer, a bittersweet slice of Americana and possibly Sturges’ best film. You’ve also got that Powell-Pressburger curio, A Canterbury Tale, and Meet Me in St. Louis, with arguably the best of Judy Garland.

I am in awe of Ivan the Terrible, Part I, which seems to me a complete example of pure cinema, in the way shapes and shadows and forms come together to tell a story; it could almost be an abstract work of art, except that it does tell a story. (Also glad to note that it made the Medved brothers’ list of the “Fifty Worst Films of All Time,” that early indicator of Medvedian vacuity.) And To Have and Have Not is a prime example of a Howard Hawks project that looks less like a movie than a party thrown by Hawks for some of his friends. The best movies of 1944:

1. Laura (Otto Preminger)

2. Double Indemnity (Billy Wilder)

3. The Woman in the Window (Fritz Lang)

4. Hail the Conquering Hero (Preston Sturges)

5. Ivan the Terrible, Part I (Sergei Eisenstein)

6. A Canterbury Tale (Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger)

7. Meet Me in St. Louis (Vincente Minnelli)

8. The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek (Preston Sturges)

9. To Have and Have Not (Howard Hawks)

10. Phantom Lady (Robert Siodmak)

Coming close: Going My Way, a wonderful look at personality and behavior; The Ministry of Fear, another Fritz Lang goodie; David Lean and Noel Coward’s This Happy Breed; that lovely ghost story The Uninvited; and Hitchcock’s Lifeboat. Interesting year for the zero-budget fringies: consider Edgar Ulmer’s Bluebeard, William Castle’s When Strangers Marry, Val Lewton’s Curse of the Cat People, and a stark, not entirely competent but folklorishly powerful morality tale for the black-theater circuit, Spencer Williams’ Go Down, Moses!