Dallas-Ft. Worth Film Critics

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Top Ten Films of 2008
1. SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE
2. MILK
3. THE DARK KNIGHT
4. THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON
5. THE WRESTLER
6. THE VISITOR
7. FROST/NIXON
8. DOUBT
9. WALL-E
10. HAPPY-GO-LUCKY

Best Film
SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

Best Director
Danny Boyle, SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

Best Actor
Sean Penn, MILK

Best Actress
Anne Hathaway, RACHEL GETTING MARRIED

Best Supporting Actor
Heath Ledger, THE DARK KNIGHT

Best Supporting Actress
Viola Davis, DOUBT

Best Foreign Language Film
TELL NO ONE

Best Documentary
MAN ON WIRE

Best Animated Film
WALL-E

Best Screenplay
Dustin Lance Black, MILK

Best Cinematography
Wally Pfister,THE DARK KNIGHT

WENDY AND LUCY won the Russell Smith Award, named for the late Dallas Morning News film critic. The honor is given annually to the best low-budget or cutting-edge independent film.

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“I was 15 when I first watched Sally Hardesty escape into the back of a pickup truck, covered in blood and cackling like a goddamn witch. All of her friends were dead. She had been kidnapped, tortured and even forced to feed her own blood to her cannibalistic captors’ impossibly shriveled patriarch. Being new to the horror genre, I was sure she was going to die. It had been a few months since I survived a violent sexual assault, where I subsequently ran from my assailant, tripped, fell and fought like hell. I crawled home with bloody knees, makeup-stained cheeks and a new void in both my mind and heart. My sense of safety, my ability to trust others, my willingness to form new relationships and my love of spending time with people I cared about were all taken from me. It wasn’t until I found the original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre that something clicked. It was Sally’s strength, and her resilience. It was watching her survive blows to the head from a hammer. It was watching her break free from her bonds and burst through a glass window. It was watching her get back up after she’d been stabbed. It was watching her crawl into the back of a truck, laughing as it drove away from Leatherface. She was the last one to confront the killer, and live. I remember sitting in front of the TV and thinking, There I am. That’s me.”
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