I hate top ten lists.
So, I’m making a Favorite Eight list.
I find the arbitrary ranking of musicbooksmovies a futile exercise that only serves to encourage disagreement from other highly opinionated people, leading to endless arguments about which one is right in a realm where there is no right or wrong. Those discussions, usually fueled by wine in a dimly lit friend’s apartment, devolve into each party arguing to defend their own person (fuck you if you think Avatar was anything other than a CG remake of Ferngully: The Last Rainforest), rather than making any intelligent points about the validity of the works about which they’re at odds (Avatar did have similarities to that Robin Williams-starring animated picture; however, Cameron’s film offers a 3D experience unlike anything we’ve ever seen and I think that warrants merit on its own).
My personal paradox is that I love getting into those arguments, futile as they may be. So, I have to put out my list of favorite films of the year to get that discussion started. However, I refuse to rank them by numbers. To be honest, I don’t know how that’s possible given how varied are the genres of these movies and the necessary mood in which one should be in order to truly appreciate the film.
HERE ARE MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF 2011 SO FEEL FREE TO SLAM MY PICKS AND REMIND ME OF HOW STUPID I AM THAT I FORGOT TO INCLUDE ALL OF THE TRULY GREAT FILMS OF THE YEAR
WIN WIN
One of the first films I saw in 2011 ends up still being one of my favorites of the year. Tom McCarthy is three-for-three in his directorial career, with his debut The Station Agent – a rarely seen jewel of the 2000s – followed up by the excellent The Visitor. And now this. McCarthy is like the John Hughes for the 21st Century, deftly maneuvering between hilarious exchanges borne from the fantastically drawn everyday characters and genuinely earned touching moments that challenge you to hold back those tears. Win Win tells the tale of a small-town lawyer (Paul Giamatti) who makes an ethically questionable decision to become the legal guardian of an elderly man in order to collect the state aid for his own financially ailing family. All is well until the elderly man’s grandson appears in their lives.
ONCE I WAS A CHAMPION
Not sure why MMA fighters show up in two of my favorite movies this year considering I’m not an avid watcher of the sport, but that’s just the way it goes. Once I Was A Champion is a documentary focusing on the life and mysterious death of Evan Tanner, an introspective man who dominated the mixed-martial arts field before alcohol and his own existential issues with being a fighter brought him down and out, leading to his untimely death out in the Southwestern wilderness. I knew nothing about Tanner before seeing this film, but found him a captivating personality more due to how he wasn’t than how he was. He wasn’t boisterous, he wasn’t larger than life, he wasn’t a monster, he wasn’t the stereotypical alpha male. He was quiet, he liked to read, he was philosophical. Despite being a feared competitor, he never considered himself a fighter at heart. A sad tale without many answers, director Gerard Roxburgh paints an honest picture of Tanner’s rise and fall, leaving the audience to determine whether or not Tanner was who he thought he was.
THE INNKEEPERS
After much of the 2000s ruined the ghost story with all those unnecessary adaptations and sequels of adaptations of Japanese 90s horror flicks, Ti West reinvigorates the genre with this excellently hilarious and scary tale of a haunted hotel in New England. The Innkeepers essentially a two-person show: Sara Paxton and Pat Healy portray the two hotel employees charged with manning the front desk of the Yankee Peddlar Inn on its final night of service before closing its storied doors for good. They’d always heard tales of ghosts inhabiting the hotel and, figuring they had nothing better to do, might as well try to find proof while they’re there for the final few hours. Genuinely creepy it is, but those moments wouldn’t work nearly as well were it not for the endearing and believable relationship between Paxton and Healy, whose playful banter and wonderfully realized characters make this film the knockout that it is. The only knock would be Kelly McGillis’s character who feels a bit cliched and forced. With everything else running on all cylinders, it’s an easy thing to look past.
BEGINNERS
I had nearly zero desire to see this movie based solely on its trailer: all of those quirky “indie” tropes were apparent here, from the overly earnest voiceover to the subtitled dialogue of a dog (really?), Beginners threatened to be exactly the type of post-student film that mainstream moviegoers roll their eyes at. To my pleasant surprise, Mike Mills’ film about love, life, and loss is absolutely splendid, a cinematic treat that earns every emotion it evokes. Truly touching, it never gets maudlin, keeping a relatively light atmosphere considering its potentially heavy subject matter – a thirtysomething single man comes to terms with the end of his long-term relationship with a new one, all while dealing with his widowed father’s recent coming out of the closet and terminal illness. Familiar yet original, Beginners is a powerful, honest film that went from something I almost didn’t see to one of my favorites of the year long before I was even finished watching it for the first time. And yes, I ended up loving that little dog, subtitles and all.
WARRIOR
If you’ve seen the trailer (or DVD cover art to the right) for Warrior, you know the entire movie. You know every major beat, all the conflicts, and you can likely even guess the resolution. It doesn’t matter. What should’ve been a trite, umpteenth re-rehash of Rocky about two estranged brothers played by Tom Hardy (Inception) and Joel Edgerton (Animal Kingdom) who get into the ultimate fighting ring for different yet understandable reasons despite unlikely odds, ends up a remarkably powerful character study that delivers as many tears as knockout right hooks. And I mean that in the best way possible. Rarely do I agree with those obviously hand-picked critical praises that appear on the movie poster that say something like, “You’ll stand up and cheer!” But, in this case, that’s not hyperbole at all. I have a feeling this will be a staple on TNT in the near future, and I’ll be hard-pressed to not watch it every time it’s on, rooting for both brothers to win even though there can only be one named the victor.
SHAME
Shame, much like director Steve McQueen’s previous effort, Hunger, stars Michael Fassbender in a tour-de-force performance that makes or breaks the entire film. In both cases, Fassbender didn’t disappoint. And while he’s a force to be reckoned with any time he’s on screen, his absolutely mesmerizing and unforgettable in Shame puts his former performance to, well, shame. McQueen’s unflinching, brutal examination of sexual addiction follows Fassbender’s Brandon, a thirtysomething New York professional who needs an exorbitant amount of carnal knowledge but cannot handle any form of emotional intimacy. Brandon is sad and pathetic but not without charm. He’s not so much endearing as fascinating, making believable the notion that someone could truly be addicted to sex. Ultimately, it’s a challenging film on many levels, especially for traditional American audiences who shy away from graphic sex but gravitate toward brutal violence. Rather than something you pop in over and over again, Shame is a brave piece of cinema that is provocative without being salacious, taking the burden of hypersexuality to a level that honestly feels like a burden not the fratb0y overly masculine dream that it’s often portrayed as.
KILL LIST
Holy shit. This Mack truck flattened me into the asphalt and then ran me back over and spit on my mashed bones for good measure. Billed as hit-man-taking-one-last-gig movie, you go into Kill List with completely different expectations of what will occur over the next 100 minutes. Suffice it to say, you have no clue where this movie is going and are fully unprepared for what it delivers. I don’t want to give anything away because not only would it not nearly have much impact here in my woefully pathetic attempt at describing it, but you should just experience it for yourself. This is the reason I go to the movies: to be surprised, to see something wholly original, and to be unexpectedly knocked flat on my ass. I still haven’t met anyone who has seen this — I caught it at the AFI Fest, so hopefully it will be hitting either theaters or DVD sooner rather than later — and can’t wait to discuss it. Although I think I need to see it again to be able to discuss it properly. It’s that kind of a movie. If it weren’t for Drive, this would be my favorite movie of the year. In fact, depending on the day you ask me, it still might be. A genre-bending masterpiece.
DRIVE
On the flip side to Beginners, the 2-minute preview clip of Drive early last year had my interest so insanely piqued that I worried there was no way the actual film could live up to my expectations. It did. And then some. Nicolas Winding Refn’s cinematic brand of lyrical imagery combined with savage violence set to 80s retro music makes the leap from Europe to the US for the first time and it’s exactly what American film needed this sequel-soaked year. It’s not what you’d expect, to the point where some people were even suing the filmmakers for it being so not what they thought it would be. True, it’s not Faster and More Furiouser, and for a movie called Drive, there isn’t an overwhelming amount of car chases. Perhaps it would’ve been more properly titled Driver, since it is definitively about Ryan Gosling’s character, a Hollywood stuntman by day, freelance getaway driver by night, who excels at setting explicit boundaries both in his personal and professional life, until he gets attached to his comely neighbor played by Carey Mulligan. More than an action film, Drive is a film noir updated for the 21st-century’s lust for graphic violence and thumping musical scores, but manages to provide both in ways that serve the story rather than simply glossing over a hollow shell of a narrative; its style enhances its substance, making it easily the coolest film of the year.
HONORABLE MENTIONS
These flicks rocked; they just didn’t quite make it into the “favorite” column. I highly recommend seeing all of these, but I tried to be harsh in my parsing of the quality films of the year and any of these following films could’ve made the list had I done a favorite 10 or 15 films.
Margin Call, Moneyball, The Tree of Life, Attack The Block, Extraterrestrial, Into The Abyss, I Melt With You, The Future, Pearl Jam Twenty.
MOVIES I ADMITTEDLY HAVEN’T SEEN YET BUT PROBABLY WILL END UP ON MANY BEST-OF LISTS BUT I CAN’T SPEAK TO THEM BECAUSE THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY HOURS IN A DAY AND I DIDN’T SEE EVERY MOVIE THIS YEAR, SORRY
Melancholia, Martha Marcy May Marlene, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, We Need To Talk About Kevin, Hugo, The Artist, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
BEST HORROR-COMEDY SINCE SHAUN OF THE DEAD
Tucker And Dale Vs. Evil
GUILTIEST PLEASURE OF THE YEAR
Hall Pass. Twelve years ago, I wouldn’t have felt guilty to admit that I enjoyed a recent Farrelly Brothers comedy, but after about a decade of total crap (at worst) and forgettable misses (at best) this one surprised me. It’s actually hilarious if extremely conventional both in structure and theme. It’s not comedic gold, but considering the putrid shit that hit screens in the Year of the R-Rated Comedy (I’m looking right at you, The Change-Up and The Hangover Part II), the O.G. Restricted Maestros reign supreme once again. More of these, please, Peter and Bobby.
NO, I DIDN’T FORGET TO ADD TINTIN OR WAR HORSE INTO ANY OF THOSE LISTS
The Adventures Of Tintin looks like it could be fun so long as it ends up being more Raiders than Crystal Skull but the first trailer for War Horse looked like The Onion doing an amazingly hilarious parody of Spielberg-like Oscar-bait. I mean, a teenage boy so obsessed with a freaking horse that he devotes an entire sketchbook to personal drawings of it? That it was for a real film only made it that much funnier. Someone needs to cut that trailer into making it look like an equine Fatal Attraction. That would be amazing.
Oh, War Horse! I can't wait until that one day we can be together and start a wonderful family of centaurs!
Admittedly, I’ve heard more good reviews than bad. But that said, I’ve only heard of three people who have actually subjected themselves to it so I’d say the jury is still out. Given my low threshold for maudlin, syrupy schmaltz, I’d say regardless of the consensus, War Horse just ain’t for me. Maybe I should’ve seen it after all; it might have ended up one of my favorite comedies of the year.
Let the ad hominem slams begin!
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