The
Eye of the Navel 2008
(Something Like
a Top 10 List)
Stop me if
you’ve heard this one before. Compiling a “best of”
list reflects one’s mood on the day of doing the deed. The films
most recently seen are advantaged because one’s had less time
to ruminate about their qualities.
Today I’m feeling more magnanimous than usual and have made a
list that runs to a baker’s dozen. Ironically, only a handful
are films that I consider truly distinguished but the rest fall a rung
below and spill over the obligatory minion that has become the standard.
So without further adieu…
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Appaloosa:
There’s no better genre than the western when it comes to providing
a metaphor of our times and in filmmaker-performer Ed Harris’s
yarn one can taste the bitterness of America under someone who believes
he is the law. There’s a mighty thin line between the lawmen (Harris
and Viggo Mortensen in a sterling performance) and
the cattle baron (Jeremy Irons) they’re trying
to reign in. It’s a familiar tale told with some novel twists,
an excellent cast and impeccably rendered with kudos to cinematographer
Dean Semler.
The Class: A year in the life of a high school teacher
in a tough Parisian neighborhood of working poor and immigrants. Based
upon a book by Francois Begaudeau who plays someone
like himself; it’s shot in the manner of a documentary with a
cast of non-professionals. The film -- which won Cannes top prize --
is intentionally ragged but that serves director Laurent Cantet’s
intent ideally. One cannot walk away without feeling somewhat pessimistic
about the educational system and the best intentions of “good”
teachers to motivate their charges.
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The Curious Case of Benjamin Button: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s
short story about a man born old who regresses over the years into a
baby has stymied filmmakers for decades. Screenwriter Eric Roth
found a way to work with the basic premise and create a tragic romance
and poignant biography. The digital makeup effects are artful but the
true special effect is the sleight-of-hand direction by David
Fincher, which makes the material emotionally compelling and
personal.
Edge of Heaven: Turkish-German filmmaker Fatih
Akin concocts a thriller that weaves together the lives of
dislocated Turks and Germans as well as assimilated folk who nonetheless
feel the pull of heritage. All the characters are searching for someone
or something and ultimately it’s their need to discover that’s
paramount rather than any revelation or unlocked secret. The characters
invariably learn something valuable even if it’s not what either
they or we anticipated.
Frozen River: There’s an unexpected quality to
this film that comes from the simple fact that it has a genuine independent
spirit when so many films are masquerading as alternative fare. The
unusual tale of a woman who winds up ferrying illegal immigrants across
the Canadian border and the bond she develops with a Native American
accomplice. It’s raw and honest with a riveting performance by
Melissa Leo.
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Happy-Go-Lucky: There’s something almost magical about
Mike Leigh’s look at the giddy disposition of
Poppy (Sally Hawkins), a thirtyish single school teacher
who refuses to go to the dark side. Largely anecdotal and anti-narrative,
the film nonetheless has a fierce logic lodged in the characters she
encounters. And it runs the marathon of contemporary dilemmas as if
it were nothing more than a sprint.
Man on Wire: In 1974, French wirewalker Philippe
Petit and some conspirators infiltrated the World Trade Center,
strung a rope across its twin towers and put on a show. You might call
it an act of artistic terrorism and James Marsh’s
documentary treats the moment with a rare combination of fun and gravitas.
Petit and his crew are colorful and possessed and through interviews
and archival footage it becomes the same sort of grand gesture it’s
attempting to chronicle.
My Winnipeg: Trust me when I say that Guy Maddin’s
psychodocumentary of growing up in the cold and rigor of Manitoba gets
it right by sticking to the emotional truth. The iconoclastic filmmaker
cannot help but create a visually striking landscape that taps into
deeply universal hopes and fears. It’s his least arcane film and
one senses that his grasp of the bizarre isn’t really very much
out of step with the mainstream.
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Rachel Getting
Married: The wedding of the daughter mom (and dad) always liked
best has all the earmarks of a romantic comedy staple. And while’s
there’s humor in Jenny Lumet’s script,
there’s also plenty of gut wrenching drama in this contained family
tale. Jonathan Demme bounces between highs and lows
with plenty of musical bridges to span the divide and if it dips into
the glib and sentimental at times, it’s a temporary and forgivable
diversion quickly rectified.
The Secret of the Grain: Though it doesn’t open
commercially until next year, this film has been omnipresent on the
festival circuit. Besides it was the best film I saw last year. At its
core it’s about a North African man who’s worked the French
shipyards for decades and is pushed into forced retirement. But he still
feels vital and pursues a dream of opening a restaurant on an old freighter.
Drawing on the type of power John Cassavetes captured
in everyday lives and the drama of anecdote, it’s a searing, funny
odyssey with pitch perfect intimacy and transcendent power.
Slumdog Millionaire: Danny Boyle finds
something universal in an Indian orphan’s sudden notoriety as
a contestant on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. It’s a
novel format that allows an insight into the life of the poor minorities,
exploitation and gangsterism as well as an explanation for his quiz
show knowledge. It’s also admittedly manipulative and rife with
plot coincidence but the filmmaker’s sheer filmmaking acumen smoothes
over much of the narrative with a dynamic visual and montage style.
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Wall-E:
For the cognoscenti this tale of a robot in a post-Apocalyptic future
could well be a sequel to 1971’s Silent Running.
Both films suffer somewhat from sentimental conclusions but the animated
entry is so full of life and invention it’s easy to forgive the
soft landing. The message of hope isn’t over played and the contrast
of arid city landscapes against a ray of sunshine has an artistic poignancy
this year’s live action movies could desperately afford.
The Wrestler: Though the saga of a bruiser who can’t
quite cope with the prospect of a dimming spotlight is specifically
set, one can see its wider implications in Mickey Rourke’s
performance. It’s not quite the psychodrama of Jean Claude
Van Damme’s role in JCVD but in a year of such notable
performances as Sean Penn in Milk
and Benecio Del Toro in Che, this
trumps all challengers. It’s surprisingly touching and non-judgmental
about a realm so easily prone to cheap shots. The balance of desperation
and dignity is ideal and one can’t help but be drawn into the
story.
December 27,
2008
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by Leonard Klady