Monday, January 2, 2012

Top Ten Films Of 2011




4th Annual Southland Tales Award For Film I Liked For No Damn Reason: Drive Angry: It’s a film that begins with Nicholas Cage shot gunning four people to death in broad daylight on a city street and ends with him riding into hell in souped up muscle car as Meatloaf croons in the background. Somewhere in betwixt there Tom Atkins summarily orders their execution and Cage drinks Beer from a skull. Not just any beer. Simpler Times. Fuck Yes.

If you didn’t have fun with this movie the problem is you.



Worst: Your Highness: It’s not a good sign that when a film startles an accidental laugh out of the audience, a feeling of appalled shame immediately fills the theater. David Gordon Green is actively trying to murder Roger Ebert, it’s the only explination I can find for his last two films that makes sense.



Underrated: The Ward: Sure it falls apart mightily in the end, but John Carpenter’s return to the big screen was far more effective than most gave it credit for. With a script that’s careful not to cheat (listen closely to Jared Harris’s dialogue) a dread soaked atmosphere and some very effective scare sequences. Next time you watch it, think of it as a siege film, I guarantee it’ll work better. Not perfect, but it’ll make a hell of a double feature with The Fog.



Overhated: Scream 4: Look I’m not exactly one to go out of my way to defend Wes Craven, but I was surprised by the way this effective little Meat and Potatoes slasher film riled everyone up so much. It’s not great, but it’s not actively embarrassing in the way Scream 2 and 3 were (if only for the fact that the ghost of Sydney’s mother never points at the camera and moans “You’re just like meeeee!!!” in order to subtly suggest that Sydney is afraid of turning into her mother.) As Stephen King once said, “It’s awful pedestrian but then again so is beer.”



Overrated: Hanna: I don’t get it. Rarely has a disconnect between myself and a movie been as thorough as this one. I quickly sunk into a deep stupor as this Bourne Identity by way of Rocky And Bullwinkle’s Fractured Fairy Tales played out. The tone of the film is so inconsistent that it feels like Joe Wright was actually angry with his audience when he made the film. But apparently not as angry as he was at Cate Blanchett who was apparently directed to do her best impersonation of Dianne Ladd in Wild At Heart. Eric Bana is the only one in the cast who seems to know what he’s doing.  The action is lack luster and all the fairy tale motifs in the world can’t hide the fact that this has been done before. Though rarely so ineptly.



Most Pleasant Surprises: Kung Fu Panda 2: Dreamworks sequels do not exactly have a strong track record for creative integrity. So it’s a pleasant surprise that Kung Fu Panda did not merely match the charms of its original (easily the best of the Dreamworks animated films) but surpassed it. Beautiful animation, innovated fight scenes, and centered on another great Gary Oldman villain (not to mention Michelle Yeoh's best American role), Kung Fu Panda 2 is for my money the best Kung Fu film given wide theatrical release in US theaters this side of Hero.



Most Disapointing: Rum Diary: Finding out that Bruce Robinson was coming out of retirement and then seeing this was  like finding out that Santa is real and then watching him puke from Dope Sickness in the corner of your living room. Delight curdling into Horror with record speed. (Not to mention making this a three peat for Amber Heard. Did that girl wish to be a movie star on The Monkey's Paw or what?)



10. Sucker Punch: Oh no I dinnit. Oh yes I did. I’ve written twice about my reaction to Zack Snyder’s audacious experiment in biting as many of the hands that feed him as he can fit in his mouth at one time and I am unrepentant. It’s a big insane dare of a movie. Not quite successful, even on it’s own terms, but all failures should be this spectacular. The ultimate pastiche and a slightly incoherent shout of J’Accuse to the entirety of geek culture. Say what you will about Synder’s self immolating act of kamikaze auteurism, there’ll never be another like it.



9. 13 Assassins: From a director who I admittedly have a bit of a soft spot for, to one I don’t much care for. I was as surprised as anybody at how caught up I got in Miike’s Samurai epic. A pure, near perfect genre film. With a great slow burn set up and an utterly insanse meat grinder of a finale that gets extended beyond all reason, 13 Assassins is one of those films that doesn’t merely capture everything you like about a genre, it reminds you why you loved the genre in the first place.



8. Bridesmaids: My favorite farce since Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. What strikes me, having watched the film probably about half a dozen times and thusly finely able to see it without water obscuring my eyes, is just how directed Paul Feig’s film is. So much modern comedy direction is done in the indifferent Dennis Dugan school and why not? It’s a pretty thankless job. If you do it right you’re not the one who’ll be getting the attention. But it makes all the difference in the world. Look at the perfectly timed insert shot of stunned glee on the face of Helen’s step daughter during the big meltdown scene. Watch the perfect way that Feig frames Annie’s walk as she boards the airplane. Ceiling and walls all in claustrophobic view, her eye’s slowly widening to Doe in the headlights proportions. It’s a comedy crafted with care on every aspect of it’s production and it’s fucking hysterical. And if you disagree you’ll have to take that up with my Mexican Drinking Worm. It’s like a Native American symbol for getting fucked up.



7. Rango: Huh. A Children’s animated film the owes more to El Topo than Fievel Goes West. Animated in an aggressively abrasive style that explicitly references Ralph Steadman and at one point features an army of inbred mountain men sweeping down giant bat creatures as Ride Of The Valkeryies arranged for the banjo plays in the background. Nope I can confidently say that I didn’t expect to see any of that. But I’m awfully glad I did.



6. Melancholia: Von Trier’s staggering unblinking ode to oblivion was one of the most visceral experiences I had this film going year.  More humane than it’s critics or supporters gave it credit for, it was like watching Ingmar Bergman become completely unhinged.

I’ve written before about the intensely negative reaction I’ve had to some of Von Trier’s work and to be honest I would be hard pressed to say exactly what it was about Melancholia that felt so different. But just this once it felt as though Von Trier was playing on the level.



5. The Innkeepers: If you didn’t like House Of The Devil, The Innkeepers probably isn't going to change your mind. Like it’s predecessor, a deliberate (note I didn’t say slow burning, as an exasperated West put it in Austin “People say my movies are slow but there are jokes and scares in every scene!") tense film, interested in earning your fear as opposed to playing cheap. West may be the horror fan’s horror director, but only because he has takes such obvious care with the genre. With a well constructed script, elegant style and a preternatural skill at linking the anxiety of day to day living with a larger supernatural framework, The Innkeepers is exactly the type of careful horror filmmaking that is often so lacking in the genre. Ti West’s last film may have been a loving tribute to the past, but The Innkeepers proves that he is one of the precious few director’s interested in pushing the genre forward.



4. Midnight In Paris: Beautiful, effervescent and the funniest thing that he’s done in years (at least fifteen of them by my count) Allen’s tribute to the art and illusions that sustain us, is by far the best of his European films and may just be one of his best period. Centered around Owen Wilson, in a perfect bit of “whoddathunk?” casting, Paris is smart wistful and beautiful. The fact that it contains the funniest Ernest Hemingway parody of all time is just gravy.



3. Hugo: A real oddity, a nostalgia piece about endless possibilities of the future. As a film Hugo is as viscerally made and felt as any of Scorsese’s. As a tribute to the art form it inhabits it is superlative. A wonderful film in the true sense of the word. 



2. Drive: If Jean Pierre Melville and Sam Fuller had a baby and that baby was raised by being left in a room with the better films of Peter Yates, William Friedkin, Seijun Suzuki, Budd Boeticher, and Brian DePalma, and that baby was also raised to be an unabashed romantic. Then that baby would grow up to give the world Drive. An example of the primal, lizard brained pleasures of genre film that made me kind of giddy. Is there much more to the movie than the fact that it is about as stylish and cool as it is possible for films to be? Not really. But in this case I have to say that that is enough. It’s the type of film that makes you buy the soundtrack, and makes you walk a little straighter when it turns up on your iPod. There was no more purely pleasurable film going experience this year.



1. Tree Of Life: If Drive perfectly illustrated the pleasures of genre cinema, Tree Of Life can only be called the exemplifier of the pleasures of turning away from genre and pushing the limits of cinema as far as they can be. I haven’t written about Tree, because there’s no way for me to intellectualize it. I can only think of it in the terms of the visercial way I experienced it, which seems like a fairly useless thing for someone who is not me, to read. The film stirred memories and sensations within me that I would have thought were dormant or dead. If I had cared to think about them at all.  All while communicating things that ordinary films don’t even have the framework, much less the ambition to do.

There’s a moment in the film where a toddler looks at his new born brother for the first time. Seems to realize that he once was as this baby is, internalizes the implications of this and starts to cry- and holy crap did Malick just capture a human being realizing for the first time that he’s going to die on film? It’s a film that feels like sifting through someone’s memories and it’s impossible not to consider ones own. The Tree Of Life is a film where one feels the weight of life, and the sensation of it passing through. Less like seeing a film than meditating under the Bodhi Tree. 

10 comments:

le0pard13 said...

Great list, Bryce. First, terrific that you listed DRIVE ANGRY right off. I read oh so many end of year lists with this one made so many worst inventories. Forgive me for sayin', but I enjoyed the Hell out of it. Glad, too, to see THE WARD represented. An assured return by Carpenter, and it seemed too many wanted to hate it just because. SUCKER PUNCH is in my pile to see, now especially for your thoughts. You know I love 13 ASSASSINS (except for that bovine CGI miscalculation) and DRIVE. Teeing up TREE OF LIFE and MELANCHOLIA soon. Great post, my friend. Thanks and Happy New Year.

Elwood Jones said...

Glad to see "Drive" on the list which is possibly one of the most suprising films of the year for myself, while "Sucker Punch" and "13 Assassins" were really guilty pleasures.

Still got to see "Melancholia" at some point soon, though suprised not to see "Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil" on the list.

Erich Kuersten said...

Sucker Punch and Melancholia on the same list, makes sense since if you weld them together you get The Ward. Awesome list, my bro.

Planet of Terror said...

I really don't understand the hate and work up around Scream 4 either. What other horror franchise from the past 10 years do you genuinely have a vested interest in the characters? And the twist was one you didn't see coming (if you did, I want this week's winning lottery numbers).

But The Ward I despised. I thought the ending was a total cop out.

Overall, good stuff Bryce!

Emily said...

I'm on the other side of Melancholia. I LOVED Antichrist, but my issue with Melancholia--which was explained really well by David Bianchuli on NPR--is that it's such a negative and bleak view of the world, as if Von Trier is just saying that this world IS an awful place not worth fighting for or crying over. I just can't agree with that, and it made the film fail for me. Pretty though!

Budd said...

thanks for putting sucker punch on here. most misunderstood movie of the year.

Bryce Wilson said...

@ Le0: Many thanks Le0 as always you are a man of great taste.

@ Elwood: T&D just missed it. At the end the flaws of the second half were just a bit too much for me to put it on the top ten.

That said there's nothing guilty about 13 Assassins! That's about as good as Samurai films get.

@ Erich: Hah, thanks man. Funny I never thought of it that way.

@ PoT: Agreed twist at the end of Scream 4 was very underrated. As for The Ward, yeah it's a cop out. But on my second viewing, knowing it was coming it bothered me a lot less. And I have to admire it for the way that it managed to genuinely play fair both ways. The attitudes of the staff make tons more sense on the second viewing. But when you see it the first time there's nothing to tip you off.

@ Emily: I can totally see that, but given that the film was specifically about depression, and given that more or less that's exactly what depression feels like. I have to give it a thumbs up.

@Budd: You're welcome. More and more are coming around to it. It made Kim Morgan's list!

The Film Connoisseur said...

Drive Angry made me angry, but it made me laugh as well. Truth be told, I had a blast with it laughing at it, I guess thats the best way to watch this one.

Absolutely agree with you about the worst one being Your Highness...my god, how unfunny was that film? I even rewatched it to make sure....but I was right. A terrible film.

I need to see The Ward already!

J.D. said...

As others have pointed out, great to see DRIVE ANGRY on yer list. Such a wonderfully unabashed love letter to trash cinema. Makes me wish I saw it in 3D. And being the big Carpenter fan I'm right there with ya on THE WARD.

Fantastic list that makes me want to check out the ones I haven't seen yet.

Bryce Wilson said...

@ Franco: Right on all three accounts. Per usual.

@ JD: Many thanks sir. Ironically, I'm pretty sure that Drive Angry's 3D looked better than Spielberg's!