Strange Weather: 2006 Top 10

I don’t know where you live, but the weather here in New York is “unseasonably mild.” (Temperatures in the 50s, no snow as of January 4 for the first time in freaking recorded history — a real climate-change scenario.) Coincidentally, “unseasonably mild” also describes moviegoing over the last couple of months, as the Oscar bombs dropped by the studios in the year-end run up to awards season have detonated with a series of wet thuds. Your mileage may vary, but I’ve been decidedly underwhelmed by the likes of Letters From Iwo Jima, Notes on a Scandal, and even the seeming sure thing that was Pan’s Labyrinth (to be fair, I’ve never really been on Guillermo del Toro’s wavelength). Among studio Oscar contenders, the only satisfactory hype machines seem to be The Departed, which lived up to advance billing and is only now crawling into the awards spotlight and sniffing the air, and Dreamgirls, which I simply don’t feel like dragging ass out to see. (I wasn’t invited to an advance screening, and the ridiculous $25 ticket price for the film’s limited engagement at the Ziegfeld ensured that I wasn’t going to catch it in time to have an opinion before the wide release anyway — by the time Christmas Day rolled around, I figured anything I might have to say was likely already superfluous beneath the thunderous volume of the Hudson rocks/Beyoncé sux consensus.)

The best Oscar bait I saw was Peter O’Toole’s performance in Venus — I was very glad to have caught that at a press screening, because I’m doubtful I would have had the inclination to catch up with the one about the old man wooing the very young woman in the year-end rush of prestige pics. (Also, did anyone at all end up seeing The Good Shepherd, which was partially shot in my neighborhood?) Bilge Ebiri recently opined that this sudden flood of wannabe “quality” pictures at the end of the year has the unfortunate effect of reinforcing the status quo, since some folks end up so busy that it’s easier to take cues from (and therefore reinforce) the building groupthink rather than apply one’s self to a thoughtful study of the year that was.

I’ll confess that I was a bit annoyed when the film I had decided was the closest thing to perfect I saw all year suddenly became the critics’ darling in highbrow end-of-the-year polls. I knew the reviews were good, but I hadn’t realized they were quite that good. Anyway, there it is — uncompromised and uncompromising, and never less than absorbing over a two-and-a-half-hour running time, The Death of Mr. Lazarescu is officially The Best Thing I Saw All Year. And there were some other good ones, too.

The Death of Mr. Lazarescu

All about a long, dark night of the soul, as the decreasingly feisty and combative Mr. Lazarescu is bounced from ambulance and hospital to ambulance as he’s locked in mortal combat with a health-care system that’s indifferent, incompetent, or just plain weary. His angel of mercy is a quietly determined EMT (Luminita Gheorghiu, winner of the Best Actress award from the Transilvania International Film Festival — and it can’t possibly get much more bad-ass than the Transilvania Film Festival) who struggles to get him a proper diagnosis, let alone treatment. Somehow, the proceedings aren’t half as bleak as they sound. It’s a movie full of great good humor, in addition to varying shades of despair.

The Prestige

I had resisted the call of the Christopher Nolan cultists until now. I was underwhelmed by Memento, and impatient with its grim follow-ups, but this intricately plotted feature capitalizes thoroughly on the earlier film’s potential, reviving Nolan’s obvious love for narrative trickery with a similarly twisted, tragic character arc. Memento was all about disconnects between perception and reality, mind and the material world. The Prestige is a film about two magicians, once part of the same act, holding a mutual grudge. Each goes to extraordinary lengths trying to disrupt the other’s career in a story that is, itself, full of illusion and misdirection. It’s an excuse to ruminate on identity and obsession in a turn-of-the-century milieu that’s cocked slightly to one side of actual history. The despair Nolan finds at the heart of his story is positively existential, but the film is still a lot of fun. (David Bowie plays Nicola Tesla!) It’s that exceedingly rare thing in today’s Hollywood, an entertaining star vehicle with lots of flash and style — and a philosophy.

The Departed

The critical party line was correct — Scorsese was back. Isolated harrumphs about work-for-hire were misplaced, though casting Jack Nicholson and his shenanigans did feel a little like a sop to the marketplace and ended up being perhaps the worst decision Scorsese made. (It must be said, however: if you’re going to use Jack, you may as well use him with coke whores and a prosthetic penis.) Otherwise, this is a taut, operatic cop movie that actually improves, for a change, on its already sterling foreign-language source material. Props especially to the screenplay by William Monahan, with the kind of snappy dialogue and attention to story beats that makes a director’s job just that little bit easier. This was the year’s smoothest, most entertaining cinematic thrill ride.

Miami Vice

Who snuck the impressionist art film into the multiplex? Michael Mann, of course. Since Ali, which effortlessly interwove film and digital-video footage, Mann has become Hollywood’s signature stylist of the digital night, surpassing the aggressive experimentation of the erstwhile Prince of Darkness, David Fincher (whose own digital debut, Zodiac, comes out this year). If Collateral pointed the way, it still looked more singular than cinematic, with a harsh graininess that was, cumulatively, a little hard on the eyes. Miami Vice pushes the visual envelope even further — imaging geeks call it working “in the toe” of the image, after the lowest part of the curve that represents a film’s exposure scale, the place where digital cameras excel — but Mann and his ace cinematographer, Dion Beebe, are clearly more comfortable than ever with the digital palette and paintbrushes. The narrative is oh-so-elliptical, the inevitable explosions of violence satisfyingly staccato, and the film’s love affair with its human forms, in all their gorgeous component photons, suitably consummated.

United 93

Claims that this film (or its more conventionally tear-jerking counterpart, World Trade Center) is “apolitical” are bogus. Politics inform everything from the film’s title to its depiction of let’s-roll passengers to its bare-knuckle approach to narrative to its suggestion of the vacuum at the heart of the government’s response on that day. Even though everyone who watches the movie knows how the story ends — and despite the fact that September 11 stories probably demand an even more hard-nosed aesthetic — it’s perhaps the single most gripping film of the year, with great performances by non-actors who help lend an unshakable feeling of authenticity.

A Scanner Darkly

Richard Linklater meant almost nothing to me until just about one year ago, when I finally caught up with Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, small and tender cinematic wonders that, taken together, are all about our questions of what might have been. And then A Scanner Darkly knocked me right out. Drug narratives and their corrolary, freestyle-bullshitting-as-dialogue-for-the-cinema, have never been my cup of tea (I couldn’t slog through Waking Life, just as one f’rinstance), and there’s quite a bit of that kind of thing here. But a general aimlessness (dare I call it ennui?) is part of the fabric of this picture, and the sci-fi angle adds an environment of paranoia that only makes the film’s various metaphors for addiction — and its suggestion that society aggravates the addict’s woes, rather than helping him recover — more potent. Quite unexpectedly, there’s a beautiful/horrible coda that conflates the conspiracy and tragedy, and it frankly sandbagged me. (A few months later, the smug, obnoxious Fast Food Nation came out, and now Richard Linklater means almost nothing to me again.)

Inside Man

This is what it looks like when a Hollywood crime drama is firing on all cylinders. Clive Owen’s magic trick isn’t quite as devastating as the one that closes out The Prestige, but Spike Lee’s top-drawer directorial chops and Denzel Washington’s effortless charisma dazzle regardless.

Casino Royale

Best straight-up big-budget action flick of the year. Daniel Craig obviously finds his role delicious in an intently physical variation on the hoary old pretty-boy playboy formula. (However, it doesn’t quite beat District B13 in the parkour department, or Jackass Number Two in testicle torture.) Craig is sure solidly built — and Eva Green is kinda pretty, too.

The Descent (U.K. DVD version)

The U.S theatrical release eliminated the disturbo final shot, but the U.K. DVD hit the market first with the bleaker-than-bleak ending intact. Devolves a bit into an Aliens style monster-fest toward the end — and no thanks to Lionsgate for telegraphing one of the film’s scariest images in every damned TV spot — but mostly it’s a wildly effective creature feature.

A Prairie Home Companion

Made by a great director with death on his mind, this is one heck of a valedictory.

Honorable Mention: Borat, Children of Men, Fearless, Half Nelson, Jackass Number Two, Old Joy, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, Pusher 3, Road to Guantanamo, Venus

4 Replies to “Strange Weather: 2006 Top 10”

  1. Oops. Well, it doesn’t much matter in the scale of human history, but kindly relegate The Descent to honorable-mention status and replace it above with Dave Chappelle’s Block Party, which rules.

  2. I found these two states in the same article quite interesting.

    “…by the time Christmas Day rolled around, I figured anything I might have to say was likely already superfluous beneath the thunderous volume of the Hudson rocks/Beyoncé sux consensus.)”

    “…has the unfortunate effect of reinforcing the status quo, since some folks end up so busy that it’s easier to take cues from (and therefore reinforce) the building groupthink rather than apply one’s self to a thoughtful study of the year that was.”

    So I guess you’re reinforcing the status quo?

  3. You noticed that, too, huh?

    Sure — witness my failure to include Dave Chapelle’s Block Party, which opened early in the year and which I liked a hell of a lot, on my original list. I’m ambivalent about the whole idea of list-making, as well as of letter-grading, partly because it all seems so arbitrary. (If I sat down to compile this list tonight, instead of two nights ago, it may well be different in at least one or two facets — I’m already not sure what The Descent is doing in the Top 10.)

    Reinforcing the status quo? Maybe. It’s possible that I would have neglected, say, United 93 as well as Block Party if there hadn’t been a thunderous Oscar campaign (and early critics awards) favoring the former and not the latter. I think Bilge made a great point, and I’m not at all confident that I don’t deserve some of the same criticism. I reckon I won’t really know what I think of Children of Men, for instance, until a few months out, so what’s the point of making a list today that includes or excludes that film.

    Some folks claim they know how they rate a movie the moment the end credits start to roll, and while that’s often true for me, sometimes it takes a lot of time and a repeat viewing or two to reach that kind of judgment. I do usually wait longer than this to compile a top 10 list — in fact, I think I waited so long last year that I never committed to one at all.

  4. But now I see your point was more that I’m guilty of reinforcing the status quo by not seeing and having an opinion on a movie like Dreamgirls. All I can say is, to some degree, I’m picking and choosing what I spend my limited amount of time seeing and writing about, and I figure it’s probably more valuable to write something about, say, Tears of the Black Tiger then it is to contribute one more voice to the torrent of ink being spilled over Jennifer Judson and Dreamgirls. But I’m not trying to hold myself up as some shining example among film reviewers! Just noting that it becomes wearying to keep up with “prestige” releases when all the prestige in Hollywood gets emitted within a short time frame!

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