24 February 2009

Late Night with Conan O'Brien (1993-2009)


In the hubbub of last week, as the film community geared up for the Oscars, I failed to pause and say goodbye to one of the television staples of my adolescence and young adulthood. After fifteen-and-a-half years, Conan O'Brien signed off at Late Night, where he hopped and spun and jumped and yelled gibberish and ran and attacked the camera weeknights at 12:30 a.m. In college, my roommate and I had the best nighttime lineup two dry-witted, satire-loving, pop-culture-consuming cynics could hope for: Jon Stewart at 11, Dave Letterman at 11:30, Conan O'Brien at 12:30. By 1:30 a.m., fully put down in a hazy stupor, it was lights off.

It was somehow fitting it was these three men — New Yorkers, dead-panners, re-inventors, trailblazers all — could come sequentially. Their career paths have overlapped considerably: When Letterman left Late Night in 1993, after yucking it up with watermelons thrown from rooftops and stupid pet tricks galore, both Stewart and O'Brien were considered as replacements (and both continually give reverence to Dave whenever possible); then when O'Brien was announced as the new host of The Tonight Show (which Letterman never got), Stewart was bandied as a possible replacement for O'Brien. Their paths crossed numerous times, and sometimes in my mind their gags and jokes would become misidentified. But there they always were: the political eviscerator, the self-deprecating boomer, the frantic fool.

When it was announced in 2004 that O'Brien would join the The Tonight Show after Jay Leno's retirement, it was never a concern of mine that they would be a bad match. I'd watch O'Brien do a morning show, an afternoon show, a radio show, whatever — the success of a host-oriented program is based more in the personality of the host than anything else, otherwise Letterman, whose Top Ten Lists ceased to be funny more than a decade ago, would have fallen off the radar by now. What disappointed in the moment was that an O'Brien move would be the dissolution of the Stewart-Letterman-O'Brien trinity, which had already begun falling apart when Comedy Central debuted the genius Stephen Colbert in his own show at 11:30, and that became a more frequent destination for me than Letterman.

It's said that O'Brien's humor appeals to a younger demographic, but I'd venture a guess that the youth of his audience had more to do with his time-slot than any inherent comedy stylings. O'Brien, after all, was a Harvard graduate, a veteran of the Harvard Lampoon satire magazine, and a former writer for The Simpsons and Saturday Night Live — nothing, I'd say, that immediately disqualifies him from being able to induce chuckling in a boomer. It was easier in college to watch O'Brien knowing I didn't have to wake up until 10:30 in the morning; once I entered the workforce (but before the introduction of DVR), it became substantially more difficult to watch him.

Still, it would be naive to discount how a specific time-slot and the evolution of humor possess a symbiotic relationship. Comedy tailors itself, whether consciously or unconsciously, to its audience, and an audience seeks out, whether consciously or unconsciously, a specific brand of comedy. After nearly sixteen years in the Late Night hour (where Letterman had previously flourished before making a big move to opposite The Tonight Show), it's difficult not to think of Conan's audience as a certain demographic and Conan's humor as a particular brand, but it would be equally naive to think that an entertainer can't evolve to the conditions around himself and not change the core of his being. I have faith in him based solely on his intelligence, which during the run of Late Night skewed his show to riskier recurring (and some might say more ridiculous skits, such as If They Mated, The Walker Texas Ranger Lever, the talking lips screens, and The Year 2000, which continued long after the new millennium began. Who else could hone in on the irony in a person's image and exploit it to such great laughs, as in Apple-Picking with Mr. T? Who else would broadcast a rerun of a show but done entirely in claymation?

Letterman's stint as Late Night host, before being dissed by NBC for The Tonight Show, holds a place in the hearts of many in the generation immediately preceding mine. Time magazine's list of the 100 greatest televisions in the history of the blinking-tubes-in-a-box includes Late Night with David Letterman (at 12:30) but not The Late Show with Daivd Letterman (at 11:30). Why? "Letterman at his best gives you the feeling of being lucky enough to watch him play with this awesome toy he's been given." That's how I feel with Conan; his Late Night means to me what Letterman's Late Night meant to others. But it strikes me as if Conan, plucked from obscurity when Lorne Michaels pushed heavily for him to take over Late Night, will always be a boy with an awesome toy, and yes, The Tonight Show will be different, but in as long as I've been actively watching television, I've never liked The Tonight Show. His transition into host comes at the right time for me, as I transition.

It's strange how that happens, how our everyday and individual lives can become connected to the world and charted through certain technologies. Perhaps it's a strange way to think of it, but O'Brien leaving Late Night informs me more on the subject of my age than it does anything else. Individuals and societies can trace their growth through their art (in this case, late night comedy), which must reinvent and rearrange itself regularly to stay alive. Something that was always a mainstay for my college years — Stewart, Letterman, then O'Brien, in that order, Mondays through Thursdays — isn't anymore. More than my own new jobs, my wonderful marriage, my relocation and a jumbling of where I call home, more than anything, it's when something that was always there, something you took for granted, begins to unravel that you realize the past is really in the past. It was fun while it lasted, but who's to say new fun isn't around the next corner?

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23 February 2009

Gathering My Oscar-Related Thoughts


While my brain is still gooey and fresh:

• I predicted 17-of-21, or 81%, and didn't try to predict Short Animated Film, Short Documentary, or Short Live-Action Film. I missed Sound Editing, Foreign Language Film, Costume Design, and (ironically enough) Best Actor. More on that in a moment. The last two years I didn't predict, so I can't tell you if this prediction number is indicative of my prognosticating skills or how predictable this was.

• If you follow my Oscar ballot, my personal choices and the actual results lined up 7 of 22 times, or 32%.

Slumdog sweeps. Not sure what else to say except that I'm not surprised. This is a film that many, many people love. Of the five, it wasn't my first or second choice, but it was my third — for whatever that's worth. I must confess it's unique being on this side of the fence two years running. The critical and popular factions were firmly behind a No County for Old Men victory last year, and many were behind a Slumdog Millionaire victory this year. I can only imagine what it must feel like to have Slumdog Millionaire on the top of your best-of list and have Oscar validate that verdict. (Wait, maybe I do know what that's like; Barack Obama is now our president.) It goes with the territory that sometimes as a critic you'll be on the outside. Doesn't make me think any differently; There Will Be Blood and Milk both should have prevailed, but it's interesting to watch the confluence of thought.

Wall•E washes out. Only one Oscar. Booooo. Not just only one technical Oscar, but one Oscar overall.

• Sean Penn won instead of Mickey Rourke. This is the only category for me where my Will Win/Should Win were different and it went the way of my Should instead of the Will. Praise be to Mickey Rourke who gave a great performance and would have been an entirely rewarding Best Actor winner. But Milk is what it is thanks to Sean Penn's great performance, and whereas his win over Bill Murray five years ago was a little unnecessary, his win last night was entirely appropriate.

• Kate Winslet has her Oscar. Now, can we please stop acting like no one's been feeding her for years?

• If I hadn't read any musings at InContention about a Departures win in the Foreign Language Film category, I'd have been blown off my ass with surprise. Well, I still was in a way. It's hard to believe a film I'd never heard of before this year's nominations beat Waltz with Bashir and The Class. I suppose that'll have to go on my to-see list now.

• Hugh Jackman was an alright host. I wasn't really wowed by his performance, and he seemed like a choice made to lighten everything up with singing and dancing. Then again, I'm guy who has watched in the past when Jon Stewart is hosting partly for Jon Stewart being a cynical s.o.b.

• The lovely Anne Hathaway starring in more movies, right now. Please. Thanks.

• My campaign to have Tina Fey host next year's Oscars begins today. She and Steve Martin were brilliant presenters early in the show. As my wife said, they should have been hosting.

• I couldn't tell if it went fast because of the show's structure (with similar categories grouped together, and presenters staying on stage to give out more than one award) or because I was live-blogging. People who didn't live-blog: was this year fast?

• The show as a whole — not bad. I had fun watching, I had fun making fun, a few very deserving nominees won (Penn, Ledger, Benjamin Button for visual effects, Wall•E for animated film). I'm happy they highlighted comedies, romance, and action films in special montages — categories so often neglected, ghettoized, and ignored. The whole journey of a film ... ehhh... it was okay. Trying to structure the show to follow the path of film production was a good idea (thanks, Bill Condon), but it was thrown off occasionally by categories that seemed very much out of order. Still, the show went fast, so I guess I shouldn't be nitpicking.

• Overall, good show. Your thoughts?

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22 February 2009

Oscars 2008 Live-Blog

11:56pm: My clothes are dry, beating out the Oscars by just a few minutes. I went 17-4, or 81%, which isn't bad. I had a lot of fun live-blogging this, and barring any problems, will absolutely do this again next year. Thanks to all those who tuned in for the live-blog or are reading this after the fact. My thanks to my wife, who stayed up late and cracked wise with me and made sure my highball glass stayed full of Jack-and-Coke. Now, let's get back to this criticism business.

11:53pm: It goes to Slumdog Millionaire.

11:52pm: This should go to Milk.

11:50pm: It's tough to watch footage of Schindler's List played alongside The Reader.

11:49pm: They play excerpts from the best part of Frost/Nixon and splice in footage of better films. Wise choice. It's late, don't want people falling asleep.

11:47pm: Penn shouts out equal rights, calls Barack Obama an "elegant man," gives due respect to courageous artists, mentions pinko commies twice. Good for him, but really, too predictable?

11:44pm: "I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me." - Sean Penn

11:43pm: It's Sean Penn. Would have loved to have seen Rourke win, but Penn would have gotten my vote and totally deserves it. I'm now 16-4, losing the category I predicted would have gone the other way but would have preferred to go this way. It's a cruel world.

11:38pm: Best Actor presenters are DeNiro, Kingsley, Hopkins, Douglas, and ... Brody. One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong...

11:36pm: Best Actor. Now we're ready for a contest.

11:34pm: Kate says she would have been lying if she "hadn't prepared a version of this speech before." She says she had one when she was 8-years-old and she was using a shampoo bottle as a stand-in. I'm thinking she had one a few weeks ago and was using one of her Golden Globe awards.

11:32pm: Kate Winslet wins for ... Revolutionary Road! What? It's for The Reader? Well, I'm just going to pray they engraved her Oscar for Revolutionary Road instead. Tally is 16-3.

11:31pm: Yikes. I love me some classic Sophia Loren, but today she's looking like an extra in an Ed Wood movie. I'm sorry, it's true. Sophia in Two Women = GORGEOUS. Sophia at 2008 Oscars = YIKES.

11:28pm: Is it too much to ask for a Leo/Hathaway upset? Shirley MacLaine says Hathaway has a great voice and should sing more. Um, yeah.

11:26pm: Five best actresses are here. The best part of the show is now trying to guess which previous winners they'll be bringing out for the award.

11:25pm: Mrs. Screen Savour really starting to resent Slumdog Millionaire.

11:21pm: —anny Boyle. There you go, America. 15-3.

11:20pm: Here's Best Director. I wonder who it'll be. D—

11:17pm: Just saw a commercial for the new MacBook. WANT.

11:15pm: Queen Latifah sings "I'll Be Seeing You" atop the remembrance montage. I wish they'd mute the applause from the audience. It's depressing when you can hear them clap louder at certain artists than others. Glad to see Manny Farber wasn't missed, though. Paul Newman gets the only clips with sound. Fitting, somehow.

11:08pm: Here comes Foreign Language Film, my worst-seen category of the whole show. Yikes. I'll be catching up with these films later. But the Oscar goes to ... Departures from Japan. Kris Tapley, you were right. I'm 14-3. Waltz with Bashir and The Class must have split their votes? I don't know. Acceptance speech is great, though. I love to see happy people. "I will be back ... I hope."

11:05pm: Five categories left — might this show end on time?

11:01pm: "Jai Ho" wins for Original Song. No comment except ... I'm 14-2. (Mrs. Screen Savour: "Wall•E was robbed AGAIN." Agreed.)

10:58pm: They got John Legend to stand-in for Peter Gabriel? He looks like he's reading cue cards and he's flubbing the pacing.

10:56pm: I'm going to have Mrs. Screen Savour mute the television when they announce Best Song and have her say "Bruce Springsteen, The Wrestler" instead.

10:54pm: Score goes to A.R. Rahman for Slumdog. He's thrilled. I'm 13-2.

10:53pm: I'm going to go out on a limb and say Best Score is probably the strongest category next to Original Screenplay. Wall•E or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button should win; the score for Milk was quite good; and I really enjoyed the score for Slumdog Millionaire (or rather, it was one of the few things I vividly remember).

10:51pm: I have yet to mention the orchestra on the stage. I like it, and playing selections of the score alongside footage is way, way, wa-a-a-a-ay better than interpretive dance.

10:47pm: Mrs. Screen Savour: "Eddie Murphy apparently still wears a single male earring?"

10:46pm: Nice speech from Jerry. Concise, humble, classy. You could learn a thing or two, Hollywood.

10:43pm: Jerry Lewis apparently once said he "gets paid for what children get punished for." Not bad. I don't have much to say here, so I'll link instead to Manohla Dargis's appreciation from today's Times.

10:39pm: Clothes now only slightly damp. I've restarted the dryer. This race is tighter than Penn-Rourke. Stay tuned.

10:36pm: Slumdog Millionaire wins Best Editing. Should've gone to Milk. (Just practicing for later in the show.) Editor says he didn't want his time on the film to end, which is exactly the opposite reaction I had while watching it. Ha ha, I kid, I kid. It was okay. Tally is 12-2.

10:34pm: Hi-ho, I just mistook Will Smith as the host.

10:32pm: Sound Mixing goes to Slumdog Millionaire. I'm 11-2, and sad that Wall•E wasn't honored for its miraculous, heartstring-pulling, smile-inducing sound.

10:30pm: Well, crap. The Dark Knight instead of Wall•E for Sound Editing? Shame on you. (10-2.)

10:28pm: Wall•E better f-ing win Sound Editing. No joke.

10:28pm: The Academy Award for Visual Effects goes to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Naturally and deservedly. Tally is 10-1. Damn you, The Duchess.

10:25pm: Action film montage includes copious amounts of the first 8 minutes of Quantum of Solace, i.e. the only good minutes. Reminds me again that The Dark Knight was robbed and Robert Downey Jr. was nominated for the wrong film.

10:20pm: Mrs. Screen Savour: "Kevin Kline, it's not 1987 anymore. Ditch the awful 'stache. I feel like there's an abnormal number of 'staches tonight. Is it just me?"

10:18pm: Smile Pinki wins best short documentary. David Carr must be thrilled. (No guess by yours. Tally still 9-1.)

10:17pm: Philippe Petit thanks the Academy for believing in magic, then does a magic trick. Philippe Petit for Oscar host!

10:15pm: The Best Documentary Oscar is awarded to Man on Wire. Solid film. Tally now 9-1. I wish I had seen Trouble the Water before tonight, though.

10:09pm: The winner is ... Heath Ledger. Phew. Happy to have that slight bit of anxiety over. I thought the audience might bum-rush the stage if he lost. Anyway, he totally deserves it. R.I.P. (Tally now 8-1.)

10:07pm: Here are five past supporting actors for this year's supporting actor. Again, good idea. Christopher Walken praises Michael Shannon for playing a character that has "no filter between what he thinks and what he says." You would know.

10:02pm: Oscar montage reminds us people have won Oscars in the past.

9:58pm: Baz Luhrmann produced that? And I thought Australia was a year-low.

9:57pm: I got more done during that song-and-dance number than I did during the last commercial break. Thanks, Academy.

9:54pm: Jackman/Beyonce sing-and-dance number only reminds me Chicago won Best Picture. Sigh.

9:52pm: Booooooo. Tina and Steve wouldn't be singing and dancing right now.

9:50pm: Mrs. Screen Savour: "Live-blogging makes me miss DVR."

9:48pm: Toyland wins short film. Even the short film category was predictable this year? (No official guess by yours. Still 7-1.) Nice speech from the director.

9:46pm: Kaminski tells Dod Mantle to "suck on that." Well, Kaminski is a better cinematographer...

9:45pm: Judd Apatow's short film stars Seth Rogen and James Franco in Pineapple Express mode (and Janusz Kaminski?!) and tries to MST3K the Oscar-nominated films. Turning an Oscar into a pipe is a reasonably noble pursuit though, no?

9:35pm: Anthony Dod Mantle wins cinematography for Slumdog. Distilled reaction: Ehhh... whither Wally Pfister? On the plus side, Mantle's hair has wings! Official prediction tally: 7-1.

9:34pm: Way to ruin the moment of honoring all the cinematography nominees.

9:32pm: Ben Stiller mocks Joaquin Phoenix. I still think my dog does a better impression. (Only Mrs. Screen Savour will get that.)

9:30pm: Laundry = still not dry. Will it beat the Oscars? Only two hours left...

9:28pm: Romance montage properly includes Wall•E but for some reason has Revolutionary Road.

9:24pm: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button takes make-up. Yes, I know the best effects were digital and had nothing to do with make-up, but the film did have good make-up, too. Tally: 6-1.

9:23pm: Man, Daniel Craig and Sarah Jessica Parker STILL on stage?

9:21pm: Costume design goes to ... The Duchess. Tally is now 5-1. Should have gone with the predictable nominee. That's what I get for trying to think outside the box on the Oscars. (Didn't Kate Winslet look great in Revolutionary Road, though?)

9:18pm: Art direction goes to ... The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I mean, hell, they deserved it. Official prediction tally: 5-0. Who said this year was going to be predictable?

9:16pm: Sarah Jessica Parker has breasts? Who knew?

9:12pm:
Mrs. Screen Savour: "I wish Tina and Steve were hosting."


9:10pm:
Le Maison wins short animated film. Not too surprising, although I was pulling for Presto. (Didn't make a prediction.) I think the non-celebrity acceptance speeches are always so sincere. And a Styx reference never hurts.

9:08pm: Wall•E wins animated film. Hooray! And Stanton was in a production of Hello, Dolly! as a young chap. Prediction tally: 4-0.

9:06pm: Wall•E looks impressed by Space Chimps. Too bad he's the only one.

9:04pm: Jack Black, on animation jobs: "Each year I do one DreamWorks project, take all the money, and bet it on Pixar." Practical.

9:02pm: Surprise! Simon Beaufoy wins adapted screenplay for Slumdog. Rehearsed speech, not bad. Too bad he had to follow Black's rather impassioned speech. Official prediction tally: 3-0.

8:58pm: Dustin Lance Black wins original screenplay for Milk. Official prediction tally: 2-0. He wasn't my first choice (boo for dissing Wall•E), but I loved the film. Touching acceptance speech, too. Good for him.

8:53pm: Tina Fey! Steve Martin! And they're very, very, very funny. And they're praising writers and mocking Scientology. I'm melting.

8:52pm: Mrs. Screen Savour: "It's not that I don't think Penélope is a great actress. I just hated that movie and her performance in it."

8:48pm: And Cruz it is. Official prediction tally: 1-0.

8:47pm: Okay, it's been four minutes. Everyone's a winner?

8:43pm: Five supporting actress winners to introduce five nominees. I like.

8:42pm: New rule: no more montages until Eisenstein comes back as a zombie and starts putting them together.

8:38pm: It's not that recession humor can't be funny. It's that Hugh Jackman's tuxedo probably costs more than I make in a year as a teacher.

8:37pm: Further proof that Anne Hathaway could star in anything she wants.

8:34pm: Oh. A musical number. With dancing. Maybe... not.

8:32pm: Hugh Jackman joke about being an Australian, playing an Australian, in a movie called Australia ... makes me think he might be a decent host.

8:31pm: Oscar set still not as gaudy as whatever it is that Amy Adams is wearing around her neck.

8:30pm: Here we go.

8:25pm: The dryer has been occasionally on the fritz here, so it's a new race for me. Which will finish first: my polo shirts drying or the Oscars?

8:16pm: I hate the trend in telling young, contemporary pop stars that "we'll be seeing you a lot on the red carpet in the future."

8:10pm: Until I was told it was Valentino, I thought it was Kirk Douglas with a dye job.

8:04pm: Nothing makes you feel older than seeing Ferris Bueller with graying hair.

8:03pm: Greatest use for the red carpet intro: remembering which celebrities are married to other celebrities. Completely forgot Josh Brolin and Diane Lane were married.

8:00pm:
I've complained about the nature of awards shows for the last few months, so why am I here? Good question. I suppose the answer is I've never live-blogged before and I thought I should try. Plus, I was always going to watch the Oscars. I love movies — what can I say? I love them enough to rant and rave that the Oscars should be done better, to better serve the individual (and worthy) films and not the pomp and self-esteem of ... well, this is dangerous territory, so I'll stop here and embrace the immortal words of David Carr, a.k.a. The Carpetbagger: Oh, just lighten up and enjoy the show.

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Sunday Matinee (Feb. 16 - Feb. 22)

Tonight I'll be live-blogging the Oscars, bringing an end to a two months' flurry of 2008 reviews and analysis. Immediately after the show, Screen Savour will revert back to its roots — classical cinema,the National Film Registry, etc. I'll be touching on contemporary works wherever it's appropriate, and as always I'll have a timely blend of links in the Sunday Matinee.

Here's this week's required reading:

• Movie Dearest has surprising trivia about this year's Oscar nominees.

• An essential essay on Nuit et Brouillard from Allan Fish.

• Jim Emerson discusses exactly what I went through with Revolutionary Road in an essay called "The Watchmen dilemma": to re-read, or not to re-read, before the show? (Your thoughts in the comments section here would be much appreciated!)

• The Flick Chick, in her lead-up to the Oscars, has been reviewing previous winners, including one of my favorite films from the decade, The Lives of Others.

• Roger Ebert pens a touching remembrance of Gene Siskel, who died ten years ago this past week.

• An assessment of Burn After Reading at Film for the Soul.

• Cursory Oscar predictions from:
¶ Daniel at Getafilm
¶ Nick at Fataculture
¶ Matthew at From the Front Row
¶ The Hatter at The Dark of the Matinee
¶ Kirby at Movie Dearest
¶ Sam Juliano and Alexander Coleman at Wonders in the Dark (ongoing series run by Noirish City)

A.O. Scott in the Times: "Underlying both the sighs of the art lovers and the grumblings of the democrats is a shared fantasy, a cloudy, rose-tinted memory of the days when good movies were popular and popular movies were good, and the Academy Awards floated serenely in the cultural mainstream."

• "I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you? ... Youcomplete—me." (Very cool poster, via LikeCool)

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21 February 2009

If I Had an Oscar Ballot

Here's how I'd fill out an Oscar ballot if the Academy erroneously sent me one.

Picture: Milk
Director: David Fincher, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Actor: Sean Penn, Milk
Actress: Melissa Leo, Frozen River
Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Supporting Actress: Viola Davis, Doubt

Adapted Screenplay: Doubt, by John Patrick Shanley
Original Screenplay: Wall•E, by Andrew Stanton, Jim Reardon, and Pete Docter

Animated Film: Wall•E
Short Animated Film: Presto
Documentary: Man on Wire
Foreign Language Film: Waltz with Bashir

Cinematography: Wally Pfister, The Dark Knight
Editing: Elliot Graham, Milk

Art Direction: Donald Graham Burt and Victor J. Zolfo, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Costume Design: Jacqueline West, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Makeup: Greg Cannom, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Visual Effects: Eric Barba, Steve Preeg, Burt Dalton and Craig Barron, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Original Score: Thomas Newman, Wall•E
Original Song: "Down to Earth" by Peter Gabriel and Thomas Newman, Wall•E

Sound Editing: Ben Burtt and Matthew Wood, Wall•E
Sound Mixing: Lora Hirschberg, Gary Rizzo and Ed Novick, The Dark Knight

Analysis, explanations, and overlooked possibilities after the jump.
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Everywhere I look, from Time to Slant, the predictions are aligning with general consistency. This either means the Internet is exorbitantly homogeneous or that we're independently reading the tea leaves with the same thoughts in mind — neither of which I'm ready to rule out.
The ineluctable truth is that it's been difficult not to feel in the moments of this Oscar race that the film industry came together and decided to ruin the ending of the movie for you. The colossal momentum of one particular film has had an inverse effect on my interest in the show, and this final celebration, now three months after the beginning of the awards season, is in the sort of denouement that would be associated with a bad movie: glitzy, meandering, and predictable.

Yet still, here I am, pencil in hand and ready to flex my prognosticating muscles once again and willing to say (and in some cases, hoping) I'm wrong. For reference, it might be necessary to check my films of the year essay to understand which I have seen and which I haven't, as it will color some of my selections. These blind spots have made some categories very tricky, as I can't say if I would want The Class to win Best Foreign Film yet, Trouble the Water to win Best Documentary, or whether Synecdoche New York was snubbed of anything.

Picture

The prohibitive favorite – er, shoo-in – er, "it is written" – is Slumdog Millionaire, a film which I found to be adequately entertaining but relatively trite, backed up by an isn't-it-cute story coated in a Teflon veneer. To me, it's enjoyable, but not the sort of thing that makes a picture of the year. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a captivating motion picture and one I really admire; it's the type of outsider film which could have possibly been my choice had its screenplay not repeatedly fallen flat. That said, I have no qualms about proclaiming that Milk should win Best Picture this year. It is a carefully and gorgeously crafted story, heartbreaking in all the right ways. The technical crew was in top form (particularly the cinematographer, editor, and costumers), the screenplay and direction are complementary and equally strong, and it is stocked with a magnificent ensemble cast led forcefully by a joyous Sean Penn. It's the sort of movie I dream about discovering between Oscar telecasts.

Will Win: Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: Milk
Overlooked:
- The real film of the year, of course: Wall•E
- The Dark Knight
- The Wrestler

Director

It is often considered unorthodox when the Academy splits its vote between the best picture of the year and the best director of the year, but if I were voting, that's just what I'd do. My choice is David Fincher, because The Curious Case of Benjamin Button felt to me like a rare fulfillment of a fantastical vision. Although I often found myself cringing at the occasionally wooden and sentimental writing, I could not deny that I anxiously awaited the next turn in Fincher's epic – where he would take me next, what utterly complete universe lay just around the next corner. Gus Van Sant had a great year with both Paranoid Park and Milk, films I count among the year's best; one was a stylistic experiment that succeeded wildly, and the other was focused and crisp showcase of one man's activism. As such, he is close second place and one I'd also love to see win.

Will Win: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: Fincher or Van Sant
Overlooked:
- Darren Aronofsky, The Wrestler
- Christopher Nolan, The Dark Knight
- Steven Soderbergh, Che

Actor

This year's toughest category, for two great performances deserve merit and historical trends make this difficult to predict. Richard Jenkins would be a great choice, and his work in The Visitor is surprisingly tender, but the contest is clearly between Sean Penn and Mickey Rourke. Will Penn become the tenth lead performer this decade to win an Oscar for playing another person? There has been one at every Oscar ceremony since 2000, sans one. I think Penn deserves it; he embodies Harvey Milk in an exuberant and tragic portrayal that ranges from ostentatious joy to the smallest mannerisms, capture to perfection. But I still haven't been able to shake Rourke's visceral comeback as a wrestler out of his prime. I would never have thought the day before Oscars that Penn would be the riskier bet. After switching my vote nearly every day since the nominations were announced, I've decided what I truly hope for: a tie. It's happened twice in Oscar history – Best Actor in 1932, Best Actress in 1969 – so aren't we overdue for another?

Will Win: Rourke
Should Win: Penn or Rourke
Overlooked:
- Benecio del Toro, Che
- Clint Eastwood, Gran Torino
- Michael Fassbender, Hunger
- Andrew Garfield, Boy A

Actress

Like its partner category, Best Actress this year also includes two very powerful performances, either of which would please me if it won. For me, the race is between Melissa Leo in Frozen River and Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married. The slightest edge goes to Leo, who is without a doubt the epicenter of her film as a desperate mother on the brink of absolute poverty. (Hathaway's full-bodied and fragile performance as a recovering addict thrives off those around her; that's not damnable, and in fact, one might argue it makes hers stronger.) Leo and Hathaway are at the top of my list for a simple reason: genuineness. They disappear into their roles, and there is depth and subtlety to these performances, even Hathaway, who makes a series of smart decisions that keep her character Kym from becoming cliché. The momentum is behind Kate Winslet, but if my two are utterly out of the running, I'd rather see the statuette go to Meryl Streep, who arguably deserves it for her role. (Sorry, Kate: maybe if it had been Revolutionary Road instead.)

Will Win: Winslet
Should Win: Leo or Hathaway
Overlooked:
- Juliette Binoche, The Flight of the Red Balloon
- Cate Blanchett, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
- Sally Hawkins, Happy-Go-Lucky
- Kate Winslet, Revolutionary Road

Supporting Actor

It's Heath Ledger. I can think of dozens of reasons why one might justify giving him an Oscar, but the only one that counts is that he gave the best supporting performance of the year. What we know about his preparation for the role and what we see on screen in The Dark Knight (an infinitely complex villain with a clear grand scheme and individualized ticks that haunt us more than minutiae should) translates into a character that should be remembered solely for the performance, all fate-related matters set aside. However, I can see a scenario where the Academy chooses not to honor Ledger because he is no longer alive. James Dean had two consecutive posthumous nominations and won neither; while Peter Finch did win for Network, his death occurred right before balloting, as opposed to Ledger's, which was a year ago. But not rewarding Ledger's fine performance would be a terrible, horrible, awful mistake. In the unfortunate event that such a thing would be the case, I'd like to see the award go to either Josh Brolin as the tortured city supervisor in Milk or Michael Shannon as the chorus-esqe lunatic in Revolutionary Road.

Will Win: Ledger
Should Win: Ledger
Overlooked:
- James Franco, Milk
- Eddie Marsan, Happy-Go-Lucky
- Brad Pitt, Burn After Reading

Supporting Actress

Of the five women nominated for Best Supporting Actress, any one would satisfy me in a win. Sure, I would have swapped out Taraji P. Henson for Rosemarie DeWitt (who really deserves it), but aside from that, I have few complaints. My three particular favorites are Penélope Cruz, who played crazy in a shockingly new way in Vicky Cristina Barcelona and is the eighth woman Woody Allen has directed to a Best Supporting nod; Viola Davis, who fell into the middle of Doubt for the length of one scene and utterly blew open a film that had been sluggish; and Marisa Tomei, who already has an Oscar on her nightstand, as a stripper who bonds with Mickey Rourke's character in The Wrestler. The best performances, however, are the ones where talent intersects great material, and no actress was given a job bigger than Davis. She rose to the occasion with such grace, fragility, and certitude.

Will Win: Cruz
Should Win: Davis (but Cruz is in second place in my heart)
Overlooked:
- Rosemarie DeWitt, Rachel Getting Married

Adapted Screenplay

It was not a great year for adapted screenplays, and this category is the weakest of the entire ceremony. The source materials – two novels, two stage plays, and one short story – gave a variety of films, and the best film of the bunch, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, is actually weakened significantly by its clunky script. The likely winner is Simon Beaufoy, who radically adapted Vikas Swarup's novel "Q&A" into Slumdog Millionaire. Certainly part of the adaptation award should be the screenwriter's own unique vision, but I think the Millionaire screenplay turns too mushy in the last act, and when you consider whether something is a good adaptation, I think part of the award should be in the work of adapting it and part should be whether the finished product is great. My heart says none of the above should win, but someone has to, which leaves John Patrick Shanley, who adapted his own stage play Doubt as both writer and director. I know, I know: "what adaptation?" But screenplays are more than just dialogue, and while Shanley is guilty of tremendously unsubtle direction, he turned a stage-play with only four characters into a screenplay that is bustling and alive in multiple sets and scene choices, strategic introductions of new characters, and a clear intention in transforming it from the stage to the screen. Let me just say one more time, for the record, that this category is so bad this year that I feel cheated in needing to justify this win.

Will Win: Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: Doubt
Overlooked:
- Justin Haythe, Revolutionary Road
- Jonathan Nolan and Christopher Nolan, The Dark Knight
- Mark O'Rowe, Boy A
- Kelly Reichart and Jonathan Raymond, Wendy and Lucy

Original Screenplay

It's an old Oscar adage: if you want a better Best Picture line-up than the one they've given you, look to the Best Original Screenplay category. This year, four of the best writing nominees ended up on my top-ten list (only exception: Happy-Go-Lucky, which was still good). Frozen River and In Bruges picking up nominations was a pleasant surprise, and as always, I'm thrilled to see a Pixar film in the mix (the masterful Wall•E). The studio has had five writing nominees — this, Toy Story, Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, and Ratatouille, which should have won last year. Wall•E would be my pick, but close behind it is the film I expect to win, Milk. Written by Dustin Lance Black after years of research, the screenplay lives up to brash explosion of populism Harvey Milk perfected in San Francisco, letting us soar, crash, and mourn all at once.

Will Win: Milk
Should Win: Wall•E
Overlooked:
- Joel and Ethan Coen, Burn After Reading

Animation

I'm still considering Wall•E as a potential for my Best of the Decade list, and I continue to think it was unjustly robbed of a Best Picture nomination and instead shoved into this ghettoized category so that the Academy doesn't have to think animation can be splendid and meaningful art. So, yeah, I'm going to say Wall•E.

Will Win: Wall•E
Should Win: Wall•E
Overlooked:
- Waltz with Bashir

Documentary

I've seen two films in the documentary category this year, Man on Wire and Encounters at the Edge of the World. Neither are masterpieces, I'm afraid, and the documentary I've been longing to see for months, Trouble the Water, has been praised in many circles. I think Man on Wire is the defter of the two. However, it's strange to think that Werner Herzog, the director behind Encounters, is now just receiving his first Academy Award nomination in the history of his prolific and breathtaking career. That could tip the scale for him, but, barring any last minute screenings of Trouble the Water, I'll have to stick with Man on Wire.

Will Win: Man on Wire
My Vote, By Default: Man on Wire
Overlooked:
- Waltz with Bashir

Foreign Language Film

My non-English language film intake for 2008 was, admittedly, abysmal. Most prominently, I missed The Class, A Christmas Tale, Tell No One, I've Loved You So Long, Reprise, Revanche, and many others. However, many of the ones I saw did not leave me smitten. Let the Right One In and Gomorra, the Swedish and Italian films mostly frequently cited as snubbed here, were satisfactory but not particularly mesmerizing. The only one I have seen of the five is Waltz with Bashir, which right now holds an honorable mention spot on my list of the year's best. Although the chatter seems to suggest The Class might take the category, I'm going to say Waltz with Bashir will, if only because it could have been nominated for animated film, documentary, or foreign language, and having only received one nomination, this will be its victory.

Will Win: Waltz with Bashir
My Vote, By Default: Waltz with Bashir
Overlooked:
- Flight of the Red Balloon

Art Direction

My two favorites for this category — The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Revolutionary Road — both bring meticulous detail to their respective eras: the latter encapsulating the suffocating stillness of suburban decay, the former nearly every era from the 1910s to the 2000s, from America to Europe. That chronological and geographical evolution seems as if it will, and should, translate into a win.

Will Win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Should Win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Cinematography

I wrote extensively on this year's cinematography contest for LAMB, and I stand by everything I said then, with the exception of thinking Claudio Miranda has a possible greater shot at winning now than Wally Pfister, depending how the Oscars decide to treat The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. As I said then, I think Anthony Dod Mantle is still the front-runner to win here, which would make it the first time since 1999 that the Best Picture and Best Cinematography matched up. I think Pfister deserves it, since The Dark Knight has both the look and the risk to go along with it, with Miranda in a close second-place.

Will Win: Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: The Dark Knight
Overlooked:
- Roger Deakins, Revolutionary Road
- Harris Savides, Milk

Costume Design

Just as "most cuts" tends to correlate with Oscars for editing and "loudest booms" tends to correlate with Oscars for sound, so "fanciest costumes" tends to correlate with Oscars for best costumes. The Duchess has the period-piece vibe in spades, with all the ridiculous time-specific clothes to boot. But I would be hesitant to discount The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which tracks the contemporary styles of American culture from the 1910s to the 2000s, and yes, was nominated for Best Picture (so there is some love in the ranks for something it did). All five nominees are rather impressive, however, including the '70s chic of Milk and the sexy woman's wear of Revolutionary Road. Something tells me The Duchess will win, but for the sake of a possible upset in my Oscar pool, I'll say differently.

Will Win:
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Should Win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Overlooked:
- The Fall

Editing

There are moments when Slumdog Millionaire feels like a moving image overload, and since it's poised to pick up Best Picture, Best Director, and (I'm guessing) Best Cinematography, it doesn't seem so much of a stretch to think its editing will also be selected. My vote goes to Elliot Graham's agile work on Milk, however: splicing real footage through new footage, creating collages of still photography and weaving it all together in a tight production that never felt to me like it was a moment too long.

Will Win: Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: Milk
Overlooked:
- Joel and Ethan Coen, Burn After Reading

Make-Up

Although the primary effects of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button were visual and computer-based, the make-up still played an important role as Button grew younger and Daisy grew older. Although I love the Joker's scars (and hearing about them) in The Dark Knight, I'm having a difficult time imagining how this category might go another way.

Will Win:
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Should Win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Original Score

There are some big possibilities in this category. Defiance is an error, but I'd think there are compelling cases to made for the remaining four. Often-ran Danny Elfman is nominated for Milk and often-ran Thomas Newman is nominated for Wall•E. I would really like to see Newman win, because Wall•E depended on its aural experience as a significant storytelling device (and could tear me up). Alexandre Desplat, however, delivers a lush orchestral score that valiantly attempts to make up for the missed connections in Eric Roth's lackluster script, and like the rest of Benjamin Button's technical wizardry, Desplat's score is majestic. The winner, I'm guessing, is A.R. Rahman for his pyro-techno music set to Slumdog Millionaire, and although I think Desplat and Newman deserve it more for sheer emotiveness, I'm not going to be upset by a Rahman win. His score often feels like a pop album simply laid across the film and to me lacks all the gradation of Desplat, but if nothing else, I remember the music and the camerawork from Slumdog. That's the sort of thing that will translate well.

Will Win:
Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win:
Wall•E or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Overlooked:
- Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard, The Dark Knight

Original Song

The bottom line is that this category didn't have to have only three nominees, but it does, which upsets me to no end. Personally, I found the Slumdog Millionaire songs a little grating. I was tremendously moved by Peter Gabriel and Thomas Newman's "Down to Earth" as it played over the artistically beautiful credits of Wall•E. Still, any original song award should have gone to the man who wasn't nominated: his name is Bruce Springsteen.

Will Win: "Jai Ho," Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win: "Down to Earth," Wall•E
Overlooked:
- "The Wrestler" by Bruce Springsteen, The Wrestler

Sound Editing & Mixing

The team behind
Wall•E's sound, including the great sound editor Ben Burtt (known far and wide for R2D2's "voice" and the light saber effects in Star Wars), deserve a win for Best Sound Editing as much as Wall•E deserved to be nominated for Best Picture. Quite simply, here's a film that wouldn't have been the same had it not been for its tender and unique use of non-humanoid sound made to carry the swell of humanity.

Will Win Editing: Wall•E
Should Win Editing: Wall•E

When it comes to sound mixing, my vote's with The Dark Knight. Yes, this category usually goes to the loudest of the nominated pictures, and The Dark Knight does have some splendid action sequences with lots of kabooms and kerpows. But I'm thinking of the moments aside of those explosions, the moments of tension when the mixed sound and score could made the tension almost unbearable. Wall•E certainly is in the running here, and I'd love for it to win as well, but I'm splitting the sound awards between two of the most euphonic experiences I had in the theater this year.

Will Win Mixing: Slumdog Millionaire
Should Win Mixing: The Dark Knight

Visual Effects

More than makeup, more than costumes, even more than art direction, the film that used visual effects to the greatest degree of success this year was The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. But it's worth noting at least Iron Man didn't abuse its visual effects.

Will Win:
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Should Win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

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Summary: Although I don't think Slumdog Millionaire will pull off a complete sweep, it'll win the night.
But if I were giving out the awards based on these nominees alone, my top honorees would be Wall•E (5 awards),
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (5 awards), Milk (3 awards), The Dark Knight (3 awards), and Doubt (2 awards).

A little more egalitarian, I'd say, than my official predictions. And yes, I could go through the entire ceremony without awarding Slumdog Millionaire a single trophy. What can I say? I liked it, but didn't love it. I liked Definitely, Maybe as well, but I'm not lining it up for any Oscars either.

Tune in Sunday night for my live-blog of the Oscars to read my mind as it all transpires and see how many predictions I got wrong.

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20 February 2009

2008: The Year in Film

In preparation for the end of awards season, here are my selections for favorite films of 2008, ranked alphabetically.

I have ten left that I still would like to see: Ballast; The Class; A Christmas Tale; I've Loved You So Long; My Winnipeg; Reprise; Still Life; Synecdoche New York; Tell No One; and Trouble the Water. I'll be doing my best to catch up on these blind spots as soon as possible, but consider this list as something organic and under a constant state of evolution until then.

The list:

Boy A
(d. John Crowley / UK)


Now here is a movie that will break your heart: the story of a young man named Eric who, as a boy, was implicated in a highly publicized vicious crime and spent all of his adolescence in a juvenile detention center. Now 24-years-old, he is content to have nothing but the bare essentials as he makes his reintegration into society under a new identity, seeking a job, friends, and romance for the first time in his life. Eric is played with such utter pathos by Andrew Garfield, a young and remarkably talented British actor, and the performance is so true to what the character must experience in all emotional facets. As the film progresses, you can't help but root for the Eric yet you can't help but feel fate conspiring against him. In this unsung film, director John Crowley sets us up for tragedy and then unblinkingly delivers.
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Che
(d. Steven Soderbergh / USA)


The very elements that could have made Steven Soderbergh's Che unbearable are handled with great aplomb: four-hours long, in Spanish with subtitles, often detached and equally dispassionate. Guevara is played in an earthy and nuanced performance by the magnificent Benecio del Toro, who walks a thin line between hope and disillusionment. Soderbergh reveals the man to us through a series of momentous occasions, including the 1959 Cuban revolution, a visit to the United Nations in 1964, and a failed attempt to bring the revolt to Bolivia and South America as a whole. He gets great biographical mileage out of these events and fashions each section in its own specific style. Read review »
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Chop Shop
(d. Ramin Bahrani / USA)


American cinematic realism experienced a muscular revival in 2008, and the top film of the pack — which included prestigious offerings such as Frozen River and Wendy and Lucy — is Ramin Bahrani's Chop Shop, the story of a young boy named Ale (Alejandro Polanco) living inside an auto repair facility in Queens, N.Y., doing odd jobs for cash and saving to buy a food service van so he and his older sister (Isamar Gonzales) can escape their poverty. The van becomes an important symbol for both Ale and us—the pursuit of the American dream in a society that aggressively seeks to push you back and prevent you from leaving your situation. The temptation to call this quiet, low-budget, gritty urban tale the "anti-Slumdog Millionaire" is somewhat overwhelming; Bahrami lets the story flow from moment to moment with casual but controlled elegance, and the hand-held cinematography is successful enough to create a connection between the audience and the characters that reaches a highest levels of empathy and will exhaust your soul.
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The Dark Knight
(d. Christopher Nolan / USA)


My respect and admiration for Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight has not abated from my first screening of it. It's an uncompromising overload to your movie-watching senses: your eyes are inundated, your ears are submerged in an ocean of sound, your conscience gets spun like a bottle, your muscles tighten and release, your foot swiftly bobs as you paw at the frayed hems of your jeans. Halfway through and I was already wondering what I was going to pick up the next time I watch it. Nolan created a movie that is tight, crisp, and self-contained, with the ability to plunge us directly into the conflict of its characters and the action at its core. What continues to thrill me is that it functions as multi-faceted pop art, and allows its characters to embody uneven moral planes, save one character, for whom are no gray areas. Heath Ledger's celluloid-bending performance as the Joker is viral, and its effect on the movie writ large — paradoxically loose but coiled — assists in the success. Even removed from its initial rawness in the midst of the summer, it's a rare film where the hype felt warranted, the appeal was far-reaching, and the payoff was well-deserved.
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Flight of the Red Balloon
(d. Hou Hsiao-hsein / France)


Talk about beautiful. Hou Hsiao-hsien's first western film, the French-language Flight of the Red Balloon, is an homage to the short 1956 French film The Red Balloon, but it's so much more. As a film about motherhood, loneliness, and urban singularity, it is all together engaging and moving, spearheaded in a great performance by Juliette Binoche. As a visual poem, it is utterly masterful, and the light-as-a-feather camerawork imbues the film with a blend of astounding movement and discreet stillness. There's so much mysticism and beauty within this film, particularly the relationship between the young boy and the dancing red sphere that possesses soul-warming sentience, that I could have watched it for hours and hours and never regretted a moment.
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Frozen River
(d. Courtney Hunt / USA)


In this stupendously mature directorial debut of Courtney Hunt, a lower-income woman (a powerful performance from Melissa Leo) struggles to make ends meet for her two sons in upstate New York, and, in a moment of sheer desperation, reluctantly begins driving illegal immigrants across a frozen river from Canada into the United States. Ice is used so wonderfully here as a narrative device, allowing for mystery, imagery, emotional symbolism, and metaphoric resonance. Hunt wrote the original screenplay as well as directing, and it tenderly weaves the themes of survival and motherhood, all while the desolation pulses in the frosty air and the icy earth. Read review »
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In Bruges
(d. Martin McDonagh / UK-USA)


Playwright Martin McDonagh's debut feature film, In Bruges – about two Irish hitmen on mandatory hiatus in Belgium after the death of an innocent – is darkly funny, patently twisted, and curiously sympathetic. This is a comedy, yes, but one that thrives on wit and subtlety in a way that slowly creeps up on you, morphing itself into irony and absurdity. But it wouldn't be fair in the least to leave the film in the category of comedy; in a wonderfully unforeseen way, it reveals a great deal about humanity. Read review »
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Milk
(d. Gus Van Sant / USA)


The best biopics have a style that live up to their subjects. One of the best films of 2007, I'm Not There, was as convoluted, complex, and unconventional as Bob Dylan himself. Gus Van Sant's Milk hews a little closer to conventionality than I'd prefer, but I think the film's greatest success is that it is as bombastic, flamboyant, and emotional as its subject, Harvey Milk, the first openly gay elected public official in U.S. history. Some have said this film could have done more with Milk's life, but I admire the recent trends (such as in 2005's Capote and 2006's The Queen) to hone in a particular slice and let a remarkably gifted performer — in this case, a very Oscar-worthy Sean Penn — deliver the depth and nuance of an entire life in only two hours. This is a tightly constructed film, and it soars from joy to sorrow with the elegance of great film-making.
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Wall•E
(d. Andrew Stanton / USA)


Andrew Stanton, one of the founding fathers of Pixar, has said the idea of his film Wall•E predates even the studio's first feature, Toy Story, in 1995. That it was produced and released only now, more than twenty years after the company's inception, is not surprising. It is smart, savvy, empathic, and philosophical, and certainly untraditional in the sense of what audiences expect from animated features. It makes an impassioned plea for sane environmentalism and takes note of all our post-apocalyptic fears while lampooning a tech-dependent culture, all while making passing reference to 2001: A Space Odyssey and the silent works of Chaplin and Keaton. On paper it might not have seemed as if it would work as box office gold or even a critical success. (Reportedly Pixar was worried Wall•E might be the film that would break its incredible 8-0 run of successes. Hardly.) Its behind-the-scenes production history easily draws comparison to the giant Hollywood directors who were allowed to make their more artistically inspired films after they made a film or two that was assured to be profitable (in Stanton's case that certainly applies to his previous feature, the colorful and spirited Finding Nemo, one of the highest grossing animated films of all time and the best selling DVD of all time). This feeling alone helps give Wall•E the authenticity and genuineness the best independent films have. How Stanton and his co-writers, Pete Docter and Jim Reardon, were able to imbue two robots with so many emotions and instantaneous personalities is an utterly spectacular feat of storytelling and characterization. (Reminiscent, I think, of how Dumbo was so tender and touching with no words spoken between child and mother.) But this is one of the best love stories of the decade and one of the most beautiful animated films I've ever seen. It shouldn't be surprising I consider it the film of the year.
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The Wrestler
(d. Darren Aronofsky / USA)


The best character studies — like Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler — invest themselves so much into a particular life that you wish you had either been watching the film unfold in real time over the last twenty years, or you wish the movie would kept playing in real time for the next twenty years. Randy "The Ram" Robinson, a wrestler out of his prime who played with brutal dignity by Mickey Rourke, is a fascinating character because of his simplicity. (Complication, after all, is borne out of simplicity.) Aronofsky's direction is delicate and never showy, and although the film looks great, the medium takes second-chair to the material. The director and the writer, Robert D. Siegel, are wise enough to understand the most interesting elements of entertainment occur when no audience is watching, and in its quieter moments, its moments of desperation, it reaches profundity. Randy knows he is good at wrestling and good at entertaining, and is determined to do those two things past the point when most of us would stop — and why shouldn't he? Even before the film starts he seems to understand life is nothing but moving forward, and in that way, he'll always be slightly ahead of the curve no matter how far behind he seems.

Runners-Up

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
(d. David Fincher / USA)


David Fincher's The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is tragic and gorgeous technical achievement, prevented only from being considered a great film by its wooden and problematic script that dabbles in too many ineffective devices and clichés. But despite all those issues, I could never shake the feeling that its orbit brings it closer to something more than mere worthwhileness. As a purely cinematic experience—emphasis on the visual storytelling techniques—there wasn't a more enthralling and engrossing film for me. I willingly surrendered my imagination to Fincher and let him take me where he saw fit; and, script aside, so much of the journey was magical. Read review »
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Hunger
(d. Steve McQueen / UK-Ireland)


Hunger chronicles the last days of I.R.A. volunteer Bobby Sands (Michael Fassbender, in a great performance), who led prisoners in a 1981 hunger strike in protest of the British government. Its director is the British artist Steve McQueen, who made a debut feature film that comes across like it might have been made by a fifty-year veteran of cinema. Viscerally physical and often almost unbearable to watch, long stretches of the film go by without dialogue, relying on McQueen's artistic eye and his cinematographer to capture startling and sorrowful compositions. One virtuosic scene is an exception: a 17-minute unbroken sequence where the camera sits still and captures a heated debate on morality between Sands and a priest (Liam Cunningham) who visits him in prison. Read review »
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Paranoid Park
(d. Gus Van Sant / USA)


Gus Van Sant's Paranoid Park is a mysterious and oneiric wade through the tall grass of adolescence, expertly filmed and capable of producing the feeling that you are at once tethered to the ground and ethereally lifted. The chief overall lesson might be that more young adult novels should be adapted for the screen by talented directors willing to take risks, be mature, and not condescend to teenagers. The director liberally plays with chronology, film stock, and film speed, all as a way of showing how a symbiotic relationship forms between medium with the subject. Few directors working today can translate that as well as Van Sant. Read review »
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Waltz with Bashir
(d. Ari Folman / Israel)


One of the most exhilarating sensations a person can have at the movies is the joy that comes when you wholeheartedly embrace a director's vision, which is what I felt with Ari Folman's Waltz with Bashir. It is an animated documentary, an intellectually thoughtful and visually dazzling study of a soldier's trauma-induced spotty memory and the magnitude of cruelty capable in war. in this case, the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon. This is a haunting film becomes even more emotional through the surreal power of animation. Read review »

Honorable Mentions: Burn After Reading, The Edge of Heaven, Man on Wire, The Visitor, and Wendy and Lucy.

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