Top 25 All Time — Take Two

Top 25 All Time

01) Fanny and Alexander – Ingmar Bergman (1982) (Sweden)
02) Close Encounters of the Third Kind – Steven Spielberg (1977) (USA)
03) Manhattan – Woody Allen (1979) (USA)
04) Lost in Translation – Sofia Coppola (2003) (USA)
05) All About Lily Chou-Chou – Shunji Iwai (2001)(Japan)
06) Shoot the Piano Player – François Truffaut (1960) (France)
07) The Royal Tenenbaums – Wes Anderson (2001) (USA)
08) The Conversation – Francis Ford Coppola (1974) (USA)
09) In the Mood for Love – Wong Kar Wai (2000) (Hong Kong)
10) The Apartment – Billy Wilder (1960) (USA)
11) Punch Drunk Love – Paul Thomas Anderson (2002) (USA)
12) Melancholia – Lars von Trier (2011) (Denmark)
13) The Insider – Michael Mann (1999) (USA)
14) Castle in the Sky – Hayao Miyazaki (1986) (Japan)
15) The Right Stuff – Philip Kaufman (1983) (USA)
16) A Brighter Summer Day – Edward Yang (1991) (Taiwan)
17) Network – Sidney Lumet (1976) (USA)
18) High and Low – Akira Kurosawa (1963) (Japan)
19) City Lights – Charles Chaplin (1931) (USA)
20) Still Walking – Hirokazu Koreeda (2009) (Japan)
21) The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner – Tony Richardson (1962) (Britain)
22) How Green Was My Valley – John Ford (1941) (USA)
23) Who’s That Knocking at My Door – Martin Scorsese (1967) (USA)
24) I Vitelloni – Federico Fellini (1953) (Italy)
25) Wall-E – Andrew Stanton (2008) (USA)

I do have to say that this list only reflects right now and has a shelf life of maybe the next 10 minutes before I change my mind again. My best of 2011 list is already moot, as Melancholia made the cut and Hugo didn’t, though it was in part because of my 1 film per director limit not because I’ve soured on Hugo.

God Bless America – Bobcat Goldthwait (2012)

http://orlandoweekly.com/film/god-bless-america-1.1312733

We all know that the world has become a din of media – each TV show, each movie, each singer screaming at the top of their lungs for our attention. The talentless shout the loudest because this is their only talent. We all hate it, but we all participate in it, willingly or otherwise. Even in the gleeful haze of his revenge fantasy, God Bless America, so does writer-director Bobcat Goldthwait.

To that end, we get Frank (Joel Murray), a divorced, schlubby, middle-aged misfit who just shrugs his way through life and is beyond tired of the way other people live their lives. When he finds out that his persistent headache is an inoperable brain tumor, though, their loudness, their shallowness, their selfishness and their screaming babies that eat away at his sanity on a daily basis – well, they’ve got to go.

Starting with his loud neighbors (even their noisy baby), Frank goes on a cathartic cross-country killing spree, picking up the stray teen Roxy (Tara Lynne Barr) along the way. She’s even more pissed off at the world than he is, a nice twist on the film’s evident Taxi Driver influence. Unfortunately, they’re right about people more often than they’re wrong: Most of the people they want to get rid of are the same assholes most sane people dream of getting rid of.

It’s a warm sensation to sit back and watch other people act out the temporary rage impulse within all of us. The sensation runs out rather quickly, though, leaving us with only the exceedingly threadbare story to hold it all together. Yes, Frank is guilty of a lot of the things he hates, and a lot of what Roxy hates. Roxy is also just as awful as the kids in her high school she wants to kill. We probably are, too. It’s an inescapable fact of life lying just beneath the surface of not only this film, but Goldthwait’s 2009 dark outing, World’s Greatest Dad, but these aren’t mirrors. To take it at anything but strict face value would be to destroy it needlessly.

Monsieur Lazhar – Phillipe Falardeau (2012)

http://blogs.orlandoweekly.com/index.php/2012/05/review-monsieur-lazhar-philippe-falardeau-5-stars-enzian-54/

There is an awful lot of power at work just below the surface of Philippe Falardeau’s Oscar nominated grade school drama. After their teacher commits suicide in their classroom during recess, a class of 11 and 12 year olds have a tidal wave of unfamiliar feelings with confront with their new teacher, an earnest Algerian refugee who lied to get the position. Ernst Lubitsch always said let your audience add two and two together and they’ll love you for it, and that’s a lesson Falardeau learned well. He attacks the material with a stern yet soft touch, avoiding the obvious pitfalls, and Mohamed Fellag and youngsters Sophie Nélisse and Émilien Néron hand in equally impressive, subtle performances.