Top Ten Preparation, Part V: Final Winnowing
In our last chapter, I managed to get the number of candidates down to 13, despite adding three additional films to the candidates list. Now I must add another, I Am Legend, bringing the number up to 14.
So what can I remove?
In Part III, I considered the possibility of eliminating La Vie En Rose and/or Atonement, on the grounds that the list includes a better historical drama, Golden Door (not to mention Lust, Caution, which also qualifies). Now I’m ready to remove both of them. That brings the list to 12.
I also just realized that, although I decided to eliminate Knocked Up in Part IV, I didn’t actually remove it. That brings the count down to 11. (Isn’t it comforting to know I’m only human?)
But what an 11! There’s not a film here I want to eliminate. (Kind of makes me wish humans had one more finger.)
And then I have to figure out the order. Can I really say that Ten Canoes was better at exploring Australian aboriginal culture than Death at a Funeral was funny?
I’m cutting off, now. You’ll have to wait for the actual list to see my decisions.
Here’s the almost-final Top Ten list, still just in the approximate order I saw the films:
- Golden Door
- The Lives of Others
- Ratatouille
- Ten Canoes
- No End in Sight
- The Savages
- Death at a Funeral
- Lust, Caution
- Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead
- Juno
- I Am Legend
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only living, non-zombified human in Manhattan and perhaps the world, Smith spends most of the film fighting off a deep, soul-killing loneliness. He has a sweet and loyal dog, but she doesn’t make up for human companionship. He also has a routine, which includes broadcasting a message to anyone who might listen, hunting the wild animals that now roam the city for fresh meat, and visiting a video store which he has populated with mannequins that he pretends are real people.
Hollywood churned out when the wide screen was a selling point, Ben-Hur doesn’t quite manage to be the masterpiece that many people remember. The story is heavy-handed, especially in the final hour when the Christianity is ladled on rather thick. But it’s great to look at, offers several entertaining supporting roles, and belongs on the big screen. If you have a hankering to see Ben-Hur, see it here, not on DVD. As part of it’s tribute to composer Miklós Rózsa, the Castro will screen Ben-Hur in what they promise to be “an excellent 35mm [print] in Dolby “A”, including overture, etc..”
py (and evil) housewife Barbara Stanwyck leads insurance salesman Fred MacMurray from adultery to murder in Billy Wilder’s noir thriller Double Indemnity. Not that she has much trouble doing it (this is not the MacMurray we grew up on in “My Three Sons”). A good, gritty thriller about sex (or the code-era equivalent) and betrayal. Also noirish in style, The Lost Weekend is the sort of social problem picture we don’t expect from Wilder. The problem is alcoholism, and while Ray Milland earned the Oscar he won for his performance, the picture seems to be more about the problem than the person. The 
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nclude two comedies in my Top Ten list. You can think of them as Best Comedy and Funniest Comedy.
category, but it’s definitely not as good as Juno (or Knocked Up or Adam’s Apples, for that matter), so I won’t worry about it.
active” without going into a monolog about the expression’s absurdity. The insecurities and absurdities get a lot worse when she gets pregnant from her very first sexual experience, and that with a guy whom she thinks of as just a friend.
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time to contemplate the vastness of the story’s senselessness. I’m not sure if the dialog failed to be funny or didn’t even try. The action scenes were few, slow, and unimaginative.
san serif font for which the movie is named to be brilliant and almost sacred, while another half joking blames Helvetica for the Iraq war. Unfortunately, Hustwit fails to pass this passion on to the audience. Had I known more about the subject going in, I might have enjoyed Helvetica. It’s no coincidence that its best moments are the few where it offers facts instead of opinions. Hustwit appears to have made a documentary for people already familiar with the subject. Click
terrifying, Baraka defies description. Without plot, narration, or explanation, it simply presents images of nature, humanity, and humanity’s effect on nature. Even if you don’t see a message (there is one), you’re captivated by the music and the clear and perfect visuals. Baraka was one of the last films, and one of the few art films, shot in 65mm. Because the larger film format so enhances this picture, I grade Baraka A when presented in 70mm, but only B in 35mm.