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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 08, 2011

Warrior

A Street Kid Named Desire


Grade: A -
Director: Gavin O’Connor
Starring: Tom Hardy, Joel Edgerton, Nick Nolte and Jennifer Morrison
MPAA Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 2 hr. 19 min.

Whether because of its generic title, the stale tropes of the sports drama genre or a seemingly barefaced effort to tap the rabid legion of mixed martial arts fans, I was totally unprepared for the quality and gritty emotional depth of Warrior. In truth, the film’s MMA tableau is incidental – the film could just as easily be about boxing, tennis or even chess. Its real lessons about betrayal, familial strife and America’s widening stratification are universal and timeless.

The Shakespearean story revolves around the fractured Conlon clan, a Pittsburgh family ripped apart years ago by its alcoholic patriarch, Paddy (Nick Nolte). The details behind why Paddy’s dying wife and estranged son Tom (Tom Hardy) left town, Tom and his older brother Brendan (Joel Edgerton) don’t speak or Brendan doesn’t even let Paddy see his grandchildren remain largely unexplained. But, as with Blue Valentine, the consequences are achingly apparent even if the reasons for them are not.

On the eve of Paddy’s 1,000th day of newfound sobriety, Tom, a former amateur wrestling champion and U.S. Marine, appears on his father’s stoop, still angry but asking for the former pancratiast’s guidance to train for an upcoming MMA tournament. On the other side of town, Brendan, an ex-MMA fighter, steps back into the octagon after he’s suspended from his job as a high school physics teacher and faces the foreclosure of his home.

This path puts the brothers on a collision course fed by the crowd-pleasing knack that writer-director Gavin O’Connor employed for Miracle, his pom-pom waving melodrama about the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team. Unchained by the shackles of Disneyfication, however, O’Connor creates something more genuine...more informed. Against the backdrop of a full-realized family drama, Warrior critiques predatory lending and the war in Iraq while also managing to incorporate references to Beethoven, Moby-Dick and the ancient Greek athlete Theogenes.

O’Connor’s expert pace and execution papers over the film’s few missteps, including a needless, hole-riddled subplot involving Tom’s recent military service. And although well-produced, the glitzy Atlantic City tournament that forms the film’s finale distracts from Warrior’s quieter, more affecting moments.

The film’s unquestioned revelation is Hardy, whose performance is – dare I say – Brando-esque, both physically and stylistically. Backed by a script blessed with authentic and breezy dialogue, Hardy’s scenes opposite the equally wondrous Edgerton and Nolte are sublime and heart-wrenching. Tom is both unwilling and unable to conjure a modicum of compassion for a contrite, sober Paddy until the old man falls off the wagon, the only state in which Tom has ever really known his father. And, the climactic contest is an exercise of emotional catharsis by means of physical brutality.

Comparisons between Warrior and Rocky are as misguided as they are inevitable. Instead, the film is a hard-edged story of loss, redemption and forgiveness, the cinematic contender that the massively overrated The Fighter should have been.

Neil Morris