Andreanna and Mike reviewed the Dine LA meal we shared Sunday night. (Bubblegum & Blood and I were the other couple mentioned.)

Check out their full write up via the link below, but first here’s my 10 Word Review*: elevated pub fare, a tasty bit of UK in LA

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Usually, the words ‘gourmet’ and ‘British food’ don’t end up in sentences even remotely near each other, so the idea of a restaurant like Waterloo + City is potentially abhorrent to those who are unable to conceive of it. Andreanna and I joined another couple, also foodies, to give it a taste…

*I haven’t done one of these since February ‘09. I may have to get back into the habit.


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2011 Honorable Mention: Best Reboots

Hollywood is bashed - and rightly so - for an over-reliance on sequels, remakes and rebooted franchises. This year’s 7 highest grossing movies (worldwide, according to THR) were all sequels: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II, Transformers: Dark of the Moon, Pirates of the Caribbean: on Stranger Tides, Kung Fu Panda 2, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn (Part One), Fast Five, and The Hangover 2. Potter aside, that list makes me sad.

So let’s give credit where credit is due. Last year, two very different bands of misfits got franchise reboots well worth seeing: The Muppets and X-Men: First Class.

Jason Segal is clearly a lifelong Muppets fan. For my money, his clever update did Jim Henson proud, reminding us what makes these characters indelible for those of us who grew up with them. 

Meanwhile, who would have dreamed Mad Men-plus-mutants would work so spectacularly? Sending the franchise back to it’s swinging ’60s Cold War origins was a stroke of genius. James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender pull off the neat trick of evoking and surpassing Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellan’s performances as Professor X and Magneto.

Added bonus: putting the ubiquitous (and enormously talented) Fassbender on screen with Kevin Bacon as the villainous Sebastian Shaw automatically changes the game to “Five Degrees of Kevin Bacon.”

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2011 Honorable Mention: Best First Third of a Movie

We Need To Talk About Kevin is impressive from the get go, from its bold, expressionistic use of color to its temporal fluidity. (Has any film ever relied so much on an actor’s hair style for narrative comprehensibility?) Tilda Swinton, in nearly every scene, is captivating as a strong-willed woman whose life is upended by her dark offspring.

Unfortunately, director Lynne Ramsay’s spell over me was broken when it came time to talk to Kevin. Played at different ages by Jasper Newell and Ezra Miller, Kevin is such an obvious, cliched “bad seed” that the movie threatens to tip from serious drama to total kitsch.

The camera clearly loves Swinton, though I am hard pressed to think of a performance in which she elects to reflect it back. Crucially, I wish they had cast as her clueless husband someone who could match her intensity. Pairing John C. Reilly with Tilda Swinton is a bit like putting a beer jingle up against a Mahler symphony. I like to imagine John C. Reilly and George Clooney swapping roles in Kevin and The Descendants. In my mind (and perhaps in only in my mind), the switch betters both. 

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10 Movies Released Last Year That I Really Liked, 2011 Edition

The best (in alphabetical order):

  • Melancholia
  • Rubber
  • Senna
  • Take Shelter

The next best (ditto):

  • Attack the Block
  • Drive
  • Hugo
  • Martha Marcy May Marlene
  • Stake Land

The rest:

  • Midnight in Paris

Note: only 2011 theatrical & direct to DVD/VOD releases were considered.

As in the past (see 2008 and 2009), the last spot was a virtual coin flip. I liked but didn’t love Paris, just as I liked but didn’t love two other comedies, Bridesmaids and Young Adult. Paris gets the nod for doing for the City of Lights what Manhattan did for Manhattan. For that, and for the way Corey Stoll’s Hemmingway utterly steals the movie. (Corey who? Exactly.)

So much for the bottom. Up at the top, I think of Melancholia and Take Shelter as a matched set. Both use apocalyptic imagery as metaphors for mental illness, bipolar disorder in the former and schizophrenia in the latter. Von Trier’s film explores (predominantly but not uniquely) female anxieties around marriage, family, career and identity, while Nichols unpacks the stereotypically male fears of providing and protecting the family in this age of recession and foreclosure. For my money, no two films better capture life in 2011.

I’m tempted to pair up Senna and Rubber as well - the first a documentary about a Formula 1 driver and the other a postmodern tale about a killer car tire. But really, the two films could hardly be less alike. Senna tells the story of a pretty remarkable life in a truly remarkable way: without talking heads or voiceover. The filmmakers deliver an uplifting tale of a full if tragically short life relying on nothing more than TV coverage, home movies and breathtaking in-car race footage. No knowledge of or even interest in car racing is required to enjoy this great documentary.

As for Rubber, the less said the better - but be aware that there is another level to the film beyond what you see in the trailer. Madman director Quentin Dupieux is the antidote to tired, formulaic filmmaking. 

Attack the Block was the best sci-fi film of the year and Stake Land my favorite horror film (think Zombieland meets The Road, but with feral vampires and crazy cultists).

Martha Marcy May Marlene could almost be considered a horror movie. It delivers a sense of inescapable dread as we peel back the layers of a young woman’s past in a rural cult and her present with her materialistic sister and brother-in-law. First time writer-director Sean Durkin is clearly one to watch, as is his star (and Olsen Twin sibling) Elizabeth Olsen.

I adore Scorsese for sneaking a primer on the history of film into a big budget, 3D holiday release, though I have some problems with the source material. (As with Super 8, I kept asking myself “why is the boy the star and the girl the sidekick?” Here are rare instance where Scorsese and J.J. Abrams could take a page from Robert Rodriguez.) 

Drive could have made it into the first group, except it went off the rails for me after the over-the-top elevator fight. Sure Gosling’s “Driver” is a badass, but he’s not the goddamn Batman

Overall, a pretty solid list, if not as strong as last year’s. That’s my top 10. What’s yours?

(Check back later this week for a few “honorable mentions,” including my favorite movie trailer of 2011.)

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A Very Subjective ‘Best of Fantastic Fest 2011’

Take Shelter

Sixty-something days after the damn thing ended, I’m finally getting around to throwing some thoughts together about Fantastic Fest 2011. This is because (a) I miss Austin, (b) I finally found the keys to my Tumblr account (they fell behind the sofa!), and (c) in a few weeks I’m going to do my annual fourth annual 10 Movies Released Last Year I Really Liked post (TM Liz Shannon Miller) and it’s going to feel a wee bit redundant. (Years 2008, 2009 and 2010 here.)

So without further ado and in no particular order…

Take Shelter (in theaters now) may not be the best film of the year but it is the one that best captures the year’s zeitgeist. If a century from now our children’s children’s children want to know what 2011 felt like, they need look no further than this movie. Curtis (played by a mesmerizing Michael Shannon) has the American dream - a lovely wife (played by the equally great Jessica Chastain), a deaf but happy young daughter, a reliable blue collar construction job and a modest home of his own. But it all starts to slip through his fingers when Curtis is visited by apocalyptic visions that may predict real disaster or may just be symptoms of mental illness. Economic anxiety, mental breakdown, natural disaster, and biblical apocalypse add up to a horror film unlike any other. 

Livid (opens December 7…in France, no US distribution yet) is one that disappointed many but pleased me. Fans of filmmakers Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury’s first film, Inside, were no doubt expecting something visceral and violent. Instead, they got an atmospheric dark fable that feels like a Gallic Guillermo del Toro. Calibrate your expectations accordingly and you too might dig this entirely new take on the haunted house genre, notable for its stunning visuals and strong female characters.

Headhunters (no US release date, but Summit is working on a remake) is a tense heist movie, a violent cat-and-mouse thriller, a surprisingly touching romance, a social-political satire and, best of all, a damn entertaining ride. Aksel is top-level executive recruiter by day and an art thief by night, damn good at both. He has to be in order to afford the lavish lifestyle he needs to keep his tall, supermodel-gorgeous wife happy. Aksel’s world is turned upside-down when he runs afoul of a ruthless executive (played by Game of Throne’s Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) with a violent past and a hidden agenda. 

 

Juan of the Dead (unreleased and as yet unauthorized by the Cuban film board) was the happiest surprise of FF2011. I found myself in the midnight screening more by default than active choice, only to discover a really smart, truly subversive, uniquely Cuban and wholly successful take on the zombie/horror/comedy genre. Fingers crossed that this one reaches more than just the festival circuit.

Those four were my favorites. There were others, both good (A Lonely Place to Die, Penumbra, Kill Me Please, several good shorts) and not as good (The Corridor, Last Screening, Two Eyes Staring). But I would be remiss if I didn’t mention The Human Centipede Two (Full Sequence). Did I like it? Let’s just say I appreciated it. If you enjoyed the first one but wish it had gone further, this is the film for you. If the very idea of the first one was enough to make you ill, avoid this at all costs. You have been warned.

Three other films that would have easily made this list except that I saw them before or after Austin were Pedro Almodovar’s unsettlingThe Skin I Live In, Lars von Trier’s audacious Melancholia and Ti West’sThe Innkeepers. West’s bait-and-switch workplace comedy has grown on me over time: though I still think it’s a flawed film, I really like what West is trying to do with the genre. The last ten minutes were as terrifying as any horror film I’ve seen all year. 

Of course, one could make a pretty compelling “best of” list out of the movies I didn’t see but still want to: A Boy and His Samurai, Extraterrestrial, Sleep Tight, We Need to Talk About Kevin, and You’re Next.

All in all, the mix of films I saw was not as spectacular as FF2010 but still engaging enough to make me eager to return for FF2012.

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“Killing” Time

The first season of AMC’s hit series, The Killing, concludes this Sunday. There’s a mystery embedded in the show that has kept me glued to the screen every week, but it sure ain’t “who killed Rosie Larsen.” The real mystery is “who killed The Killing?” Who turned a promising young series from brilliant to laughable in under 11 weeks?

Grab your umbrella, kids, because I’m about to crack this case wide open. (Spoilers ahead from the first 12 of 13 episodes.)

Things start exceptionally well. The first two hours are among the strongest series openers I’ve seen in years. The acting is good to great - especially Michelle Forbes and Brent Sexton, grieving parents trapped in a waking nightmare, barely able to go through the motions of daily life.

The format - one-mystery-per-season, one-day-per-episode - offers a respite from the 44-minute mysteries that dominate TV’s alphabet soup of procedurals (CSI, SVU, NCIS, etc.). For once, we can spend time getting to know not just police and suspects but friends, family and the extended network of people whose lives are changed by this senseless crime. 

Done right, you get 13 rich hours of context and character development. Done wrong, you get a slow, rainy version of 24 where the stakes are low and everyone is bad at their jobs. 

(Speaking of done right, by all means track down Karen Moncrieff’s exceptional 2006 indie, The Dead Girl, which depicts the separate stories of 5 women connected by a single murder. Here’s a trailer.

Amazing cast, too. Why is it almost no one has seen this movie?)

Where were we? Oh, right, collective incompetence. Everyone is bad at what they do. I started to write a list but it was so long it was painful. Nearly every episode is a case study of how not to do stuff: parenting, police work, teaching, being engaged, smuggling a minor, campaigning for mayor, running an FBI operation (“I think you’re trying to tamper with evidence…so let me leave you alone with that evidence”), buying your wife a house, communicating with your spouse while in jail, keeping minors out of your casino, being a billionaire douche bag, beating someone to death…and on and on. If there’s a wrong way to do something, you can count on The Killing to show it to you. Frankly, I’m shocked we haven’t seen Stan and Belko drop a box off the back of their moving truck.

I’m a Bad, Bad Teacher

Benett Ahmed, Rosie’s teacher, knows he’s the lead suspect in Rosie’s murder and knows Stan Larsen is ready to beat him to death. Yet he still carries out his plans to commit another crime, all the while acting weird around his wife and having cryptic conversations on the phone with his friend from the mosque. Is this how a sane, educated man would act?

There’s a whole character, the Lieutenant, who seems to exist solely to be terrible at his job, routinely standing between Linden and whatever it is she wants to do. He’s not much more than a plot device— the human speed bump.

In short, the key technique showrunner Veena Sud and her writers have used to stretch out the story is to make sure nobody does anything well. Leave no blind alley unvisited. Take whole episodes to muddle through misunderstandings that could have been cleared up in a two-minute conversation. It’s all pointless filler to carry us from one commercial break to the next. 

So that’s half the mystery solved. But universal incompetence isn’t our only show killer. There’s an accomplice: bad planning.

Sud is on record acknowledging that she and her staff essentially made up the show as they went. Here’s a quote (courtesy of Alan Sepinwall’s excellent blog at Hitfix.com):

I had notions of scenes and moments in the final thing that would come at me in bits and pieces.  As notions and thoughts and maybes.  But those were maybe ways to hang ideas off of when we first started to really dive in and make it as a series.  But there was a lot of surprising twists and turns.  So I came in with ideas and thoughts and things - and mostly it was actually characters.  So it was like, “I know 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 could all be potential murderer for all these 7 different reasons, but you know…” And the other writers too.  All of us came in saying, “Let’s just follow these characters around.  Let’s follow the logical progression, the story, the emotional progression and not come to a conclusion… 

No. No no no no no. This is the wrong way to write a mystery. A well-crafted whodunnit starts with a great idea for a murder and works backwards from there, laying the foundation, dropping clues and red herrings along the way, challenging the reader to figure out which is which.

This is why I drink.

Instead, Sud and company made it up as they went along. Boy does it show. Every week brings an out-of-the-blue revelation about a character, without foundation or foreshadowing. Literally anyone could have killed Rosie Larsen because the writers haven’t bothered to give anyone cause, motive or opportunity through 12 episodes.

Look, spending a season on a single story may be unconventional on American television, but it’s hardly a new idea. The Wire has been rightly called “a novel for television” for the way it builds each season’s story like a great book. HBO’s Game of Thrones, which is also airing its season finale this Sunday, is literally a filmed novel and has used every minute of its screen time building a fantasy world that seems far more real than The Killing’s arbitrary cast of incompetents.

The 13-episode format is perfect for this kind of storytelling, assuming you’ve got a story worth telling. So few serious, intelligent television dramas ever get made, it’s downright criminal to waste an opportunity like this. 

So what killed The Killing? Writers without a road map creating characters without a clue. But there’s hope for redemption; AMC has greenlit a second season. With any luck, the producers will learn from their mistake and not return to the scene of this crime against quality television. 

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10 Movies Released Last Year That I Really Liked

Black Swan

In no particular order except for the first three:

  • BLACK SWAN
  • MESRINE: KILLER INSTINCT
  • THE KILLER INSIDE ME
  • DOGTOOTH
  • LET ME IN
  • THE LAST EXORCISM
  • INCEPTION
  • BLUE VALENTINE
  • SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD
  • WINTERS BONE

Black Swan was a lock for first. Aronofsky and Portman delivered a masterpiece whose final act left me exhilarated and breathless like nothing else this year.* On paper Black Swan reads like a cross between ’80s DePalma and Showgirls. Somehow, the director and his amazing cast transmute that base material into a fantasia of art, sacrifice and schizophrenia. Here, Aronofsky has managed to synthesize the mature storytelling instincts of The Wrestler with the synesthetic delirium of Requiem for a Dream, and I stand in awe.

*Well, nothing else in released commercially. Then there’s A Serbian Film, which I saw at a SXSW midnight screening. It’s the most offensive, dangerous piece of art - and it unquestionably is art - I’ve ever experienced. (Read more here.) I’d also like to give a nod to SXSW’s The Loved Ones, the best as-yet unreleased film I saw on 2010’s festival circuit.

The rest of the list was a lot harder to write, with a plethora of movies I liked but didn’t love. A title that landed 12th or 13th today could easily have been 8th or 9th another day. When in doubt I tended to err in favor of the independent and quirky.

Here’s an example. Blue Valentine made the list and The Fighter didn’t. Both are very good films, bordering on greatness thanks to superlative performances. Both directors employ unconventional techniques to elevate plots that are otherwise conventional melodramas. Sure, no one makes a better crackhead than Christian Bale, but I’d much rather return for a second viewing of Ryan Gossling’s breaking heart and that why the lovers are in and The Fighters ain’t.

A few words on the rest:

Stylish and sexy, Mesrine: Killer Instinct showed a remarkably different side of Black Swan’s Vincent Cassell. It’s companion film, Mesrine: Public Enemy Number 1, was also a fine film but the rise is always more fun than the fall.

The Killer Inside Me offers a little bit of many of my favorites of the year: almost as subjective as Black Swan, as stylized in its time and place as Mesrine, with a brief foray into A Serbian Film’s nihilistic brutality, featuring a performance by Casey Affleck that’s one of the year’s most remarkable.

Dogtooth didn’t make it to LA until January, but I’m including it here since it played New York in 2010. I didn’t know there was a Greek cinema, let alone one capable of such chilling yet comic minimalism. In my brain (and probably nowhere else), Dogtooth was the anti-Tiny Furniture.

Let Me In managed to pull off the impossible - take a perfect film, my runaway favorite of 2008, and turn around a worthy remake that in many ways improves upon the original.

The Last Exorcism also bucked the odds, breathing fresh life into the tired horror movie trope of the demonically possessed (or is she?) teenage girl and the equally tired device of the fake documentary. I loved simply hanging out with Reverend Cotton Marcus (Patrick Fabian), and the film wisely takes its time building character before delivering scares. Many viewers gripe about the lack of a Hollywood ending, but I credit the film for getting out at exactly the right moment.

Inception was a bubble film for me.* I have to give Nolan credit for having the audacity to deliver such a cerebral blockbuster - and embed within it a pretty good love story. Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Tom Hardy, Marion Cotillard and the whole hotel fight scene? Great. Leo DiCaprio, Ellen Page and a sterile dreamscape free of anything remotely dreamlike? Not so great. Still, any movie that can leave audiences debating the meaning of a spinning top is doing something right.

*Among those for whom the bubble popped are The Social Network, The King’s Speech and True Grit, movies with great dialogue and nothing much to say - though the Coen brothers’ latest came very close.

We’ve already discussed Blue Valentine. Scott Pilgrim was a movie that deserved a better fate than it got. I love how it managed to find visual inspiration in 8-bit video games while delivering a message about the limits of narcissism sorely missing from most other teen flicks, even ones I love like Superbad. It also has the distinction of being the only actual comedy on my list.

Four or five films were vying for the last spot but I’ve given it to Winter’s Bone for Jennifer Lawrence’s breakthrough performance and for delivering an almost documentary-like realism to its Ozark Mountain setting. Extra points may have been given for casting Deadwood actors John Hawkes and Garret Dillahunt. I picked up the HBO series’ Blu-ray box set over the holiday and have been feeling nostalgic for all those hoopleheads and cocksuckers.

That’s my rather longwinded look back at my favorite films of 2010. What were yours?

(See also: 2009, 2008.)

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You Know It’s Been Too Long Since You’ve Posted…

…when Safari no longer knows how to autocomplete the URL for your blog.  So here we are.

SXSW was great, and the city of Austin even better. I’m not sure I could live there, but I want to visit. Often.

I spent most of my time attending Interactive Panels and Interactive Parties, but the parts of SXSW that rocked my world were the midnight movies at the The Alamo Drafthouse. It’s a helluva place to see a film, probably second in my heart only to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery on a warm summer night, but minus the hassle of a car queue on Santa Monica Blvd.

Let’s talk movies.

AMER

Amer was hypnotic, subjective, almost without words, driven by dream logic and an almost brutal passion for repetition. It tells the story (sort of) of a woman at three ages - child, teen, adult - menaced by (mostly) unseen forces and slowly coming to grips with her evolving sexuality.

The first part was just brilliant - think Dario Argento meets Pan’s Labyrinth, replacing the fantastical creatures with half-glimpsed shadows, subjective primary colors and primal scene trauma. Part two was more whimsical and less satisfying, but the camera lingered over pulchritudinous flesh, so there was that. The bouncing ball remind me of something - Don’t Look Now, maybe? The final part, adulthood, had some beautiful moments and terrifying ones. I may have to make Drew Daywalt see it just so we can talk about it.

Tucker and Dale vs. Evil is a good role-reversal splatter comedy elevated to occasional brilliance by the performances of titular leads Tyler Labine and Alan Tudyk. Someone needs to greenlight 2 more sequels, post haste.

The Loved Ones is a smart, nasty ride, more twisted than you expect but not more than you can handle, that leaves you breathless and giddy at the end. I never realized how dark hot pink can be. Easily my favorite horror film of the year so far.

This scene is even more aweful than you think.

And then there’s A Serbian Film (Srpski Film). Where to begin? Let’s start in the projection booth: I doubt there’s city in a America where projecting this couldn’t get you thrown in jail. It’s likely the most transgressive thing ever put on film by highly skilled professionals. Whatever you imagine to be the limit of cinematic transgression, it goes there, steps boldly over the line and the laughs as it sprints off into the land of “oh my god I didn’t just see that.” The viewer is left shaken, disturbed, stunned. Breathless maybe, but not at all in a way that leaves you giddy.

Don’t misunderstand me. This isn’t “I dare ya” shock cinema. It’s not some contest of wills or an empty test of your movie watching mettle. It’s a slap in the face. It’s a primal scream. It’s a knife in the eye in a world where sharpened steel is your only word and pain your sole sensation. Sure, it’s utterly nihilistic, but it comes from a people and place that by all accounts have earned their nihilism.

Yet beneath it all, there’s a point - not just a point but a political message, a condemnation, and a cry for help. I can’t quite say I enjoyed A Serbian Film, but I feel enormously privileged to have seen it. NO ONE should watch this film…unless they feel absolutely compelled to. (But not compelled in a sexual way - if this film turns you on, seek help.)

It’s not coming to a theater near you, ever, and you won’t see it on VOD or Netflix, or buy it on Amazon. If you want this one, you’re going to have to hunt it down and see it in the shadows, on the margins, as it should be.

In the meantime, if you intend to see it do NOT read any reviews, don’t watch the trailer. Try to go in as unspoiled as you can in order to take the film’s brutality head on, without the armor of anticipation. If you’re intensely curious and you must read something, read only this amazing essay penned by @DrewAtHitFix. Somehow he found the words to describe the indescribable without giving away anything.

The other two films I saw - Electra Lux and All My Friends are Funeral Singers - had their charms, but the four above are the ones that defined my SXSW, at least between the hours of midnight and 3am.  I can’t wait to go back next year for more.

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Catching Up + Last Minute Oscar Picks

North Atlantic, The Wooster Group

I just wanted to pop on to say that I haven’t completely abandoned this blog, though I’ve been away too, too long; I’ll try not to leave you that long again. (Encouragement welcome in the comments. Also skepticism and derision.)

Highlights from the last five weeks of my existence included:

  • a memorable restaurant week meal at The Bazaar by Jose Andreas
  • The Wooster Group’s latest staging of North Atlantic at the REDCAT (pictured), now in NY until April 25
  • the quadrennial return of my enthusiasm for Curling
  • finally catching up with Season One of the The Wire via HBO on demand (now all I have left to see is Season Two)

Other things probably happened too. Buy me a drink and we’ll talk about ‘em.

As I type there’s a little less than 5 hours before the Oscars, so I may as well take this opportunity to throw out my predictions. I’m hoping for surprises but anticipate few. My money would be on Avatar, Bridges, Waltz (he was the movie), Bullock, Mo’Nique, and Up (for best animated). My hope is that Bigelow wins, and that her ex-husband Cameron consoles himself with the gazillion dollars he’s made from Titanic and Avatar.

Furthermore, if Avatar wins for Cinematography, how can they give a trophy to the DP? What did he have to do with it, really? You might as well give it to the guys from Up.

And I don’t care who was nominated, Anvil! The Story of Anvil! was last year’s best documentary.

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the ten movies released last year that I really liked
  • The Hurt Locker
  • The Class (Entre Les Murs)
  • Antichrist
  • Anvil! The Story of Anvil
  • (500) Days of Summer
  • Up
  • In the Loop
  • The House of the Devil
  • Coraline
  • Zombieland


(Caveat: I’ve seen neither Avatar nor The Road yet, but plan to see both soon.)

Unlike last year, where Let the Right One In simply ran away with it, I could probably reorder the top 9 endlessly and still worry I didn’t get it right. The Hurt Locker is definitely top 3 material, no matter how the rest shake out. As is Antichrist, which has the distinction of being the movie that burrowed a hole into my head and refused to leave.

In what’s become an annual tradition, the last spot was highly contended. And could easily have gone to Moon, The Informant or Up in the Air, all on the basis of their strong performances. But Zombieland gets the nod for being way more fun than it had the right to be, and for having the cameo of the year.

And even though it didn’t make my top 10 (or top 15 for that matter), I was glad that Watchmen finally, finally happened this year, and satisfied with the result despite some pretty notable flaws.

What were your favorites in 2009?

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