Best of 2010 (Weekly Links)

Tahar Rahim, A Prophet

As always, a slow week for new openings; but I wrote these for the Herald:

Best movies of 2010. The link is dead; here’s the article, and list:

Ten Best of 2010

By Robert Horton

And so we bring down the curtain on Movie Year 2010, a real muddle of a year. 2010 was neither fish (as in “Catfish,” a film that refused to reveal whether it was documentary of fiction) nor fowl (as in “Black Swan” a crucially acclaimed but dumb movie about a ballerina who couldn’t tell black from white).

It says something when the defining films of the year were a dream-puzzle that nobody completely understood, and a story of the Ivy League jerk who re-arranged algorithms on the Internet. Both “Inception” and “The Social Network” delved into mystifying worlds, and both earned the right to be talked about. Neither film quite lived up to its ambitions: in the end, “Inception” was an adventure movie with mystical overtones, and “The Social Network” was a clever legal thriller that took stabs at telling us about the world we live in.

Elsewhere in Hollywood, the box office was considered flat—and it only kept pace with previous years because the studios charged a higher ticket price for 3-D films such as “Toy Story 3” and “Alice in Wonderland” (the #1 and #2 grossing pictures of 2010, as of mid-December). Animated films did very well, including pleasant surprises such as “How to Train Your Dragon” and “Megamind.” (Nobody was surprised by how good “Toy Story 3” was—the Pixar people have this stuff down.) Big sequels in the “Twilight” and “Harry Potter” series held their own—in fact, the top 11 highest-grossing movies of the year were sequels or remakes, except for “Inception.”

Critics are generally tepid on the quality of this year’s movies. I would agree that there were fewer instant classics out there than in previous years, but 2010 did have a batch of terrific small pictures and a great number of middle-range multiplex movies that provided a good time: “Kick-Ass,” “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World,” “The Other Guys” and “The Last Exorcism” all scored in that category. It was a heckuva year for Jeff Bridges, who won an Oscar for his 2009 performance in “Crazy Heart” and had a holiday-season double whammy with “Tron: Legacy” and “True Grit.” It was another incredible year for documentaries, whether political (“Inside Job,” “Client 9,” “Waiting for Superman”) or otherwise (“Last Train Home,” “Waste Land”).

To my occasional irritation, it was also a big year for fake documentaries—or at least, supposedly true stories that felt manufactured. By virtue of being a prank played on the serious art world, “Exit Through the Gift Shop” was the most enjoyable of these, but “I’m Still Here” (the Joaquin Phoenix masquerade that was only admitted to be a stunt after the movie was released) and “Catfish” (a hyped-up cautionary tale that the filmmakers swore was all true) were simply tiresome.

The losers of the year included the “Sex and the City” team, which saw its sequel become 2010’s most widely-mocked picture—though I will always be grateful to them for the surreal image of Carrie & the gang singing “I Am Woman” at a karaoke bar in an Arab nation. Jake Gyllenhaal had a bad year: the supposed young-adult franchise “Prince of Persia” and the grown-up “Love and Other Drugs” both flopped. And Mel Gibson had a pretty rough year. His first starring role in more than half a decade, “Edge of Darkness,” opened to credible returns—and then the old personal demons asserted themselves again. Maybe every year is rough for Mel Gibson.

But it’s all over now—2010, that is. And we must choose the best movies to open locally in the last 12 months. A slightly used Lots-o-Huggin’ Bear to the following titles, more or less in order.

A Prophet. A young man enters prison as a vacant nonentity, and emerges a few years (and 2 ½ hours of screentime) later as a deft game-player—a shark with pearly-white teeth. I had a feeling back when I reviewed Jacques Audiard’s movie in March that it might be the best film I saw all year; watching the final scene play out was like watching the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle fall into place from a height of a thousand feet.

Winter’s Bone. No film at the Seattle International Film Festival in May made a sharper, cleaner impression than this American indie set in the Ozarks. Jennifer Lawrence gave a superb performance as a teenager navigating the thorny thickets of poverty and family ties. In an interview published in the Herald, director Debra Granik told me the film is really a modern western, with “a western hero in a girl’s body.”

Four Lions. A shockingly funny black comedy about Muslim suicide bombers. Ahem! Yes, risky stuff, but British director Chris Morris thoroughly researched his subject (as Kubrick did with his nuclear-war laff-fest “Dr. Strangelove”) in order to do what satire does best: force us to look at the logical consequence of fanaticism, which is absurdity.

The Ghost Writer. It’s not one of the director’s masterpieces, and the plot has a few soft spots, but Roman Polanski’s film about an unnamed ghost writer (Ewan McGregor) to a retired politician (Pierce Brosnan) is an elegantly troubling piece of suspense.

Sweetgrass. A dreamy documentary about sheep, and the people who herd them. This is another kind of western, where the cowboys have cell phones and the sheep have the last bleat.

The Kids Are All Right. A very skillful troupe of actors (led by Annette Bening, Julianne Moore, and Mark Ruffalo) pace through this well-observed comedy about lesbian moms whose children find their biological father. Nothing p.c. about the script, thankfully.

Eccentricities of a Blond-Haired Girl. Just a lovely little 60-minute daydream of a movie, directed by a 100-year-old filmmaker, Portugal’s Manoel de Oliviera.

Mid-August Lunch. Another model of brevity (75 minutes), about a middle-aged man (director Gianni di Gregorio) living with his mother in a small Rome apartment, and dealing with the sudden arrival of other boarders. This movie is pretty adorable.

Greenberg. This one’s not adorable. Ben Stiller plays a jerky guy house-sitting in L.A. for a few weeks. The cringes are well-earned by director Noah Baumbach.

Inception and The Social Network. I thought both these well-received pictures had their flaws, but there was no denying the intelligence behind them or the sheer pleasure in watching them.

And we could also throw in “True Grit,” the Coen brothers’ remake of a classic western. The second tier includes: “Carlos,” the 5 ½ hour saga of a true-life terrorist; “Soul Kitchen,” that rare thing, a delightful German comedy; “Toy Story 3,” which contained quite possibly the most upsetting yet philosophical five minutes of any movie this year; “Trash Humpers,” a creepy nightmare that I would never recommend to anybody but which had its own unpleasant integrity; “Alamar,” a wonderful Mexican movie about father and son; the taut Israeli film “Lebanon,” which takes place entirely inside a tank; “Marwencol,” a fascinating documentary about a brain-damaged man creating art; “Waste Lane,” a must-see about the rag-pickers of Rio creating art; and “A Town Called Panic,” a demented stop-motion animation thing with toys.

We celebrate these titles. But of course each year has its downside. You know what I’m getting at. Let’s not draw out the torture. Here are the ten worst of the year:

“Sex and the City 2.” And yet there was almost something intriguing about this enormously tasteless enterprise—but I’m not going to spend time thinking about what that might have been.

“The Virginity Hit.” Teen boys decide to “lose it,” a prospect conveyed in faux-documentary style with incredible crassness. If only these guys had met the “Sex and the City” ladies.

“The Last Airbender.” M. Night Shyamalan came a-cropper with this attempt at launching a “Narnia”-like franchise; it’s the only movie of his that isn’t distinctive in any way.

“Eclipse.” Sorry, “Twilight” fans, but this installment of the vampire saga brought the story to a complete standstill. It might work in a book, but in a movie, it’s nice when something happens.

“Vampires Suck.” Of course, this parody of “Twilight” was even worse. It was about as obvious as its title.

“Takers.” Terrible heist movie, with good actors, that played more like a very long advertisement for SUVs and fancy clothes and large automatic weapons.

“The Runaways.” There should be a good movie in the story of the 1970s female rock band, but this vague biopic, which wasted the talents of Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning, argued otherwise.

“The Back-Up Plan.” An excruciating romantic comedy (one of many this year) in which Jennifer Lopez goes through the alleged hilarity of getting pregnant via artificial insemination at the moment she meets her dream man. This was J-Lo’s first movie in four years, which speaks badly of her career and the state of Hollywood screenwriting.

“Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky.” Yes, there are plenty of duds amongst the arthouse movies, too. This one made two famous (and presumably interesting) people into sleepwalkers.

“Jonah Hex.” Absolutely dead zombie western. Josh Brolin’s facial prosthetic was so impressive he could barely get any of his lines out—which might have been a blessing, given the quality of the script.

Made in Dagenham. “Artificially inflated by pop songs and cutesy mannerisms.”

And more best of 2010: On KUOW’s “Weekday,” I talk with Steve Scher about the list. Listen to the archived version here; the movie bit kicks in at the 14:00 point.

You can watch the abridged version of the Critics Wrap 2010, in which an esteemed panel sorts the movies of the year. It’s broadcast today on the Seattle Channel (channel 21 in Seattle) at 1 p.m. or 5 p.m., or New Year’s Day at 1 p.m.; or just watch the thing online.

Indiewire did their critics’ poll, with results here; my ballot, too.

Today’s movie at my other website, What a Feeling!: Drugstore Cowboy. Other postings this week at the ever-growing swamp of 1980s movie-ness include the Two Coreys in Dream a Little Dream and Charles Bronson in Messenger of Death.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: