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January 02, 2012

The Best and Worst Films of 2011




While compiling my list of the best films of the past year, I was actually most struck by the titles that didn’t make the cut. Throughout what the movie industry commonly refers to as “awards season,” several films have frequently popped on many, if not most critics’ lists: Hugo, The Help, The Descendants, The Tree of Life, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Moneyball and others. Most of these are good solid motion pictures, a few are risible, and all of them are, in my estimation, highly overrated.

This was a good but not great year for movies – frankly, there’s no further proof is needed for this statement beyond the fact that the perennially bankable Pixar offering was a dud (Cars 2). There were a plethora of above-average cinematic choices, but none that I would label instant classics. To that end, my Top 10 selections are well-reasoned but also a bit perfunctory – there’s not a lot of daylight between most of these choices and, say, a film such as Martha Marcy May Marlene, which did not make the list. Increasingly, whether a movie is “good” or “bad” is governed more by whether it exceeds or fails to live up to expectations.

Top 10 Films
      1. Shame: Atmospheric and affecting, director Steve McQueen’s lays bare the secret life of a man paralyzed by sexual addiction, disrupted when his kid sister (Carey Mulligan) unexpectedly moves in. Michael Fassbender gives the performance of the year with a role that’s a little bit Last Tango in Paris and a little bit American Psycho. This is no dark comedy, however, but instead an individual tragedy that lingers long after the closing credits.

      2. A Separation: The fact that Iranian filmmaker Asghar Farhadi was able to make this movie within the restrictive confines of his country’s rules on censorship is noteworthy enough. That such a seemingly simple story about family on the verge of dissolution spawns such complex questions about gender, religion, class and justice speaks to the film’s power…and necessity.

      3. Warrior: The film’s MMA tableau is incidental – the film could just as easily be about boxing, tennis or even chess. Its real themes of betrayal, familial strife and America’s widening stratification are universal. Directed by Gavin O’Connor, this surprisingly smart, poignant film features a trio of awards-worthy performances from Joel Edgerton, Nick Nolte and especially Tom Hardy.

      4. We Need to Talk About Kevin: “Hard to watch but impossible to look away” describes this plaintive parable about a mother (brilliantly portrayed by Tilda Swinton) living with the grief and guilt of a high school killing spree committed by her disturbed/demonic teenage son. Part deep family drama, part tragedy, and part a high-stylized horror movie, it’s not a film for the faint of heart…or expectant mothers.

      5. War Horse: Steven Spielberg checks a few more things off his bucket list: a World War I movie, a visually stunning John Ford homage, and a story about a boy and his horse. Although held together by a glue of schmaltz, it’s a strikingly beautiful motion picture in the most classic sense.

      6. Win Win: A great ensemble cast, led by Paul Giamatti with his best role in years, guides this winsome seriocomedy about a small-town lawyer and his relationship with a client’s wayward son. Sans the smart-aleckiness of many Sundance-era indie comedies, writer-director Tom McCarthy (The Station Agent) fashions a subtly subversive film that celebrates the virtues of middle-class America while laying bare the unpleasant underbelly of human frailties.

      7. Drive: The pleasure of this vehicle is a matter of style, not substance. It’s a hypnotic noir-ish fable told using muscle cars and a nihilistic L.A. tableau, with a Danish filmmaker channeling enough Hollywood influences – Sam Peckinpah, Walter Hill, William Friedkin, Steve McQueen, Taxi Driver – to fill a film school syllabus.

      8. Project Nim: Oscar-winning director James Marsh (Man on Wire) employs two rather ordinary documentary filmmaking devices – copious reels of archival footage and talking-head interviews – to assemble an extraordinary expose whose true, brilliant purpose is to reveal more about the flawed people at this story’s center than the titular real-life primate, removed from its mother at birth and raised like a human child.

      9. The Artist: French director Michel Hazanavicius reaches back to filmmaking’s earliest format to venerate the medium. Yes, the story itself is piffle. But, the transition from silent film to talkies speaks to an art form in which technological progress is both constructive and destructive.

10. Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows: Part 2: A suitable conclusion to the mega-popular franchise. But, what sets this finale – which finds Harry is full Messianic bloom – apart is the utter symbiosis it both forms and acknowledges between art and audience, underscoring the porous line between fiction and individualized reality as insightful as François Ozon’s Swimming Pool or anything written by Charlie Kaufman.

Worst Film of the Year: Your Highness So awful is this waste of celluloid and so misbegotten is its premise that it is barely conceivable that real studios spent real money on it, or that real actors with real careers – James Franco, Natalie Portman, Zooey Deschanel, even Danny McBride – wasted weeks out of their professional lives participating in this dumpster fire of a film.

Other Bottom FeedersThe Change-Up; The Greatest Movie Ever Sold; I Am Number Four; Jack and Jill; Johnny English Reborn; Larry Crowne; Mr. Popper’s Penguins; One Day; Transformers: Dark of the Moon; Twilight Sage: Breaking Dawn Pt. 1

Most Pleasant Surprises
50/50; Arthur Christmas; Captain America – The First Avenger; Crazy, Stupid, Love.; Everything Must Go; Fast Five; Horrible Bosses; Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol; Puss in Boots; Rise of the Planet of the Apes; Super 8; Warrior; Winnie the Pooh

Most Disappointing
Cars 2; Cowboys & Aliens; The Descendants; The Ides of March; Like Crazy; Tower Heist

September 16, 2011

Drive

That's okay...I'll just use the one downstairs


Grade: B +
Director: Nicolas Winding Refn
Starring: Ryan Gosling, Carey Mulligan, Albert Brooks, Bryan Cranston, Ron Perlman, Christina Hendricks and Oscar Isaac
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 1 hr. 40 min.

The narrative chassis supporting Drive is the sort of heist-gone-wrong story that Hollywood has made and remade a thousand times. As a parable about greed and its unintended, even violent consequences, there’s not a lot of daylight between it and the typical Coen brothers film – a Sophie’s choice offered near the end of Drive closely mirrors the one Anton Chigurh extends to Llewelyn in No Country for Old Men.

The pleasure of this vehicle is a matter of style, not substance. Danish filmmaker Nicolas Winding Refn (Valhalla Rising) fills his noir-ish fable with muscle cars and a nihilistic L.A. tableau, playing to the European penchant for stylized cinematic renderings of American culture. In this context, it is little surprise that Refn won the Best Director Award at this year’s Cannes Film Festival.

Based on James Sallis’ 2005 novel, the plot revolves around a taciturn Stuntman with No Name (Ryan Gosling) who also exploits his skill behind the wheel at night as a hired getaway driver. Credited as “Driver,” the part-time auto mechanic takes a shine to Irene (Carey Mulligan), a lonely mom living with her son Benicio in an apartment two doors down.

When Irene’s husband Standard (Oscar Isaac) is released from prison, he carries home a debt still owed to mob-connected cons back in the big house. This triggers a series of increasingly harrowing events as Driver battles to protect Irene and her moppet from reprisal.

Picking out the cinematic influences becomes its own parlor game during Drive’s more meditative moments – the film feels much longer than its 100-minute running time. Refn marries the ironic action styling of Luc Besson’s early work with the bloody ultra-violence of Sam Peckinpah, although Driver is less emblematic of David Sumner in Straw Dogs than a steely-eyed, slightly unhinged Steve McQueen. Indeed, Refn credits the McQueen classic Bullitt as an inspiration, along with the works of Alejandro Jodorowsky. Discerning viewers will also spy sidelong references to Williams Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A., Walter Hill and the sort of kitschy ‘80s action films that Bernie Ross (Albert Brooks), a film producer turned cold-blooded gangster, says he used to make.

The ultimate engine propelling Drive beyond its visual and aural stylings is Gosling’s portrayal. The young actor takes what in lesser hands would be a typical movie tough-guy role and, (blessed) with minimal dialogue, transforms it into a character full of charm, complexities and contradictions reminiscent of De Niro’s Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver.

That same surreal, contradictory air extends to Drive as a whole, making it a film that may not appeal to the movie-going masses. However, those willing to go along for the ride will like where they end up.

Neil Morris