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CONTENTS January-February 2020, Volume 56, Number 1
80 Graphic Detail
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Cover: Courtesy of Optec Filmes 60 the decade
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EDITOR’S LETTER By Nicolas Rapold
S
o long, 2010s—we hardly about the internet, and streaming, and my- rundown!), we’re proud to have shone the
knew you. I’m only half-kid- opic film journalism, and the continuing unique spotlight of our covers on an inspir-
ding: one noticeable fact collapse of time and space in our cultural ing variety of movies: Jean-Luc Godard’s
about the past 10 years is that continuum, but... When people ask how I’d experimental, archival opus The Image Book,
they haven’t taken a precise characterize the past 10 years, I hold forth Claire Denis’s taboo-twisting space odyssey
shape in the minds of many on the disorienting paradox of our time: High Life, Joanna Hogg’s revelatory making-
moviegoers. They don’t seem to conjure the eternal present. Namely, there’s an of-an-artist The Souvenir, Quentin Tarantino’s
the same ready-made (and admittedly increasing sense that the political, cultural, leisurely-until-it’s-not hangout postcard Once
reductive) conceptions as the 1970s, or the and technological onslaught and churn of Upon a Time... in Hollywood, Bong Joon Ho’s
1940s, or the 1990s for that matter. contemporary life conspire to keep us in a clockwork class parable Parasite, and Greta
Accordingly, the issue you are holding is blinkered state regarding the big picture, Gerwig’s Little Women, an adaptation that
our attempt to make sense of the 2010s in and the past especially. you just might call “radical classical”...
cinema—to identify some of the key films, The reactive format of much film So it is with great pleasure that our cover
trends, and artists that changed the movies coverage, social media, and, well, life in honors the achievement of groundbreaking
(for the better, mostly). We’ve recruited these times tend to consign a rich historical filmmaker Pedro Costa and his Fontainhas
an illustrious cast of critics, programmers, perspective to the back seat. SPECIAL ISSUE: THE BEST OF THE DECADE
collaborator, Vitalina Varela, in
and filmmakers to share their favorite And that’s usually in favor of F I L M C O M M E N T the film that bears her name.
Published by
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films and their observations on the decade, bigger, more brutal forces that Deeply moving and gorgeous-
January-February 2020
leading off with essays by Dennis Lim, tend toward keeping us passive ly photographed, Vitalina
Amy Taubin, Devika Girish, and R. Emmet consumers. On a critical level, Varela is one woman’s story
Sweeney. All of which is accompanied by it can feel like talking about PEDRO
COSTA’S
BREATHTAKING
of mourning and rebirth, and
VITALINA
the results of our poll of the decade’s best the unfamiliar is a graver sin VARELA
GOES TO
gratifyingly, after a premiere
SUNDANCE
films and new filmmakers (our third such than ever, and it can seem as if last year in Locarno, it will be
survey in three decades!), and special edi- we are to assume less and less showcased in the Sundance
Plus:
tions of In Memoriam (by Nick Pinkerton) about what folks want to read Film Festival and then open in
THE BEST
OF 2019
MARTIN
EDEN
and Graphic Detail. You can hear even or see (and here I defer to Den- late February at Film at Lincoln
$6.95 USA £3.50/$7.50
ALEX ROSS
PERRY ON
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more on The Film Comment Podcast, nis’s decade-in-review essay for Center. We ignore such genu-
where we’ve launched a special series called its incisive analysis of these tendencies). inely independent voices and peerless talents
The Decade Project. But at Film Comment it’s part of our as Costa and Varela at our own peril, as they
That being said, there’s also a strong critical mission (and it’s mission-critical) to continue to create lasting works of art that
case to be made that the very idea of think- talk about the best and brightest in cinema, live and breathe in the world and won’t soon
ing in terms of decades is on the way out. I wherever that may be. Looking back at get lost in the slipstream—at least, not if we
know, I know, you don’t want to hear more 2019 (see also our annual Best of the Year have anything to say about it!O
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THE PRE-SHOW
News, views, conversations, and other things to get worked up about
Serious Moonlight
In Angela Schanelec’s entrancing family portrait I Was at Home, But..., a mother
and her two children cope with feelings of loss and absence
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zu’s i was born, but... impressed me long ago. hidden, or does not exist—I don’t know. But the more there are
I don’t know any film title that is more beautiful. I Was these connections with color or light, the more they come into
at Home, But... feels for me like a modest, everyday the foreground, the less you feel a very obvious narrative.
variation. In the “But” are all the doubts, questions, everything, I like the donkey and the dog in the opening shots, but it’s not
which seem impossible to solve forever. that I want to quote Au hasard Balthazar. I had many different
I have a little drawing, which was a postcard I got while writing thoughts in my mind—it’s also a German fairy tale, Die Bremer
the script. I put it on the first page of the script because it was so Stadtmusikanten, “The Musicians of Bremen.” It’s about four ani-
perfect—beautiful. It’s a mother and two children on an island. mals. The humans don’t want them anymore, because the animals
We cast all the children from their schools, or on the street, or are too old to work for them. So they decide to live together in a
skater places, or whatever. Some of them are ballet dancers. In the film house. Then a thief comes, and wants to rob the house. And they
I did before, The Dreamed Path, one of the main characters was played make horrible music! The donkey, the dog, the cock, and a cat—
by a dancer. I saw that it helped a lot because she worked with her they cry out and shout! And the thief is so afraid that he runs away.
body: she tried to find solutions with her body and without talking. In the museum [scene, with Canaletto’s The Vigilia di San Piet-
How people touch each other is important in that they often ro], I was looking for paintings and we had several ideas. For me,
don’t have the words. So if they don’t know what to say, they try a while standing in front of a painting, it’s often a problem that I’m
movement, which in some scenes involves touching the other, or surrounded by other people. I wanted to solve the question of how
trying to. When the mother [in this film] falls on her knees in front you can be in front of a painting, not alone but as if you are alone. So
of her son, it’s not that I want to quote an existing image. It’s more [all the people on screen] are focused in completely the same way on
that this is a natural gesture for a mother in that situation. the painting. They don’t disturb each other; they are alone and not
Ivan Markovic, the DP, sometimes draws something [to alone. And it’s not necessary to talk because there is nothing to say.
describe positions in a shot]. But I don’t wish to have images
beforehand—it’s just [about] the words, and then finding the Closer Look: I Was at Home, But... opens February 14 at Film
images. As is often said of my films, the narrative is more or less at Lincoln Center.
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As Fate Would Have It BEAST OF THE
In Belonging, Burak Çevik’s switchback storytelling undergirds SOUTHERN WILD
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subsumes the story into the iconography of fate with explicit conversations about for- OF SECRETS AND
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Devil’s Playground
In Albert Serra’s explicitly imagined Liberté, an 18th-century cruising
ground hosts fickle and fearsome games of desire
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dangling enough shiny bau- Cinema Guild. I spoke with Serra at his company It’s also very clear that you’re responding to
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because with the onslaught own body for the sake of pleasure, but also an and vice versa. It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or
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MGGRKPIJQRKPIVQFGXQWT profit. In Liberté, a character says: “This is the common in the cinema of the 1970s. I consider
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YQTUGtHCTYQTUGtVJCPDGKPI been pushed to clandestine life, exiled from the In recent years, I’ve been increasingly obsessed
QXGTYJGNOGFD[CNNVJGUVWHHKU puritan court of Louis XVI. with the certainty that it’s only through fiction
VJGIGPGTCNUGPUGQHRCPFGT- But that’s just a political price to pay. I’m that true empathy can emerge. In this interview
ing and the lowered artistic more interested in what could be considered we’re just exchanging some rational thoughts that
standards it embodies. The an existential and aesthetic sacrifice. Once you move around the surface of our minds. But fic-
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mechanical in his description of sexual exploits, the anthology La mirada americana: 50 años de
as happens too with Catherine Millet’s writings. Film Comment.
Broken Homes
The Jewish diaspora found visceral expression in an Akerman
collaborator’s haunting postwar tour of displacement
Brussels Transit This virtuosic visual sleight of hand is an emblematic se-
5CO[5\NKPIGTDCWO quence for this portrait of a dispossessed couple assembling a
%KPÅOCVJÄSWG4Q[CNGFG$GNIKSWG new life in a strange city. Brussels Transit moves between fictional
reenactments of the couple’s early years in Belgium and scenes,
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here is a dazzling long shot a third of the way into like this one, in which the camera itself seems to be the one drift-
this melancholy experimental feature by the Belgian direc- ing through Brussels estranged. There are thrumming shots of
tor Samy Szlingerbaum (1949–1986). It opens on a faded an inhospitable train station, a sweeping view of the city from an
“Apartment for Rent” sign taped to a window. In voiceover, Szlin- elevated railcar, and visions of streets lit by lamps or dense with
gerbaum’s mother, Malka, has been giving an account in Yiddish morning fog, all set to sounds of Szlingerbaum’s mother relating
of the chain of stopovers—Lodz, Warsaw, Prague, Paris—that her Brussels memories or singing old songs.
brought her and Szlingerbaum’s father from Poland to Belgium in Brussels Transit was Szlingerbaum’s only feature; he died of
1947. In Brussels, she says, they eventually moved into an apart- complications from AIDS six years after it appeared, at 36. It
ment vacated by a Jewish tenant who’d left for England. “It was recalls News from Home (1976), the great portrait of loneliness
a stroke of luck to find that,” she tells us as the camera glides left and estrangement in New York by his friend and collaborator
through what looks like a freestanding wall and into a dilapidated Chantal Akerman, with whom he co-directed a short called
kitchen. “Nobody wanted foreigners.” Le 15/8 in 1973. But it has as much in common with Dis-moi,
The camera floats through the kitchen and into a living room, also from 1980, Akerman’s collection of interviews with elderly
smoothly passing over shredded wallpaper, a collapsed bookcase, women who survived the Holocaust; and Histoires d’Amérique:
and a coatrack. Malka leafs through memories on the soundtrack: Food, Family and Philosophy (1989), her evocation of the bitter
sharing a kitchen, learning French from a young tenant from Lodz. jokes and harrowing anecdotes circulating among Jewish immi-
Meanwhile the camera makes a downward sweep, passes through a grants in an older New York. Like those films, Brussels Transit
torn-away tile floor, and descends across a wall perforated with grey becomes a kind of archive of Jewish lives in the diaspora, at once
craters. Soon it starts drifting away from the wall, taking in a bare, elliptical and acutely plainspoken. Szlingerbaum was “a child of
desolate room. Then, it zooms out precipitously to reveal that we’ve the postwar,” Akerman wrote in a brief tribute just after he died.
been traversing two stories of a gutted, bombed-out town house. She called him one of “these children who know too much.”
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Jade Albert Linda R. Chen Tim Flink Alex Jasen Diane and Adam Max Julia and Joseph Ridilla Daniel and Nanna Stern
and Robert Sculthorpe
Zach Alexander Laura and Zachary Fluhr Todd and Wendy Jick Celia and Henry McGee Adam Riemer Marjorie and Michael Stern
Osemond Chiao
Amanda Allen McGowan Howard and Margaret Susan Jonas Christine McInerney Ari Rifkin Christopher Stewart
and Lawrence Vitale Barbara Cicco Fluhr/The Segal Company
Winfield Jones Lindsay and Michael Mecca Bathsheva Rifkin Jacqueline Strayer
Roberta M. Amon Joseph Cohen Alicia Fotino and Howard Hochster
Pamela Jones Daniele Menache Jorge and Miriam Suarez
Judy Hart Angelo Joshua Cohen Susan and Ron Frankel and Craig Russell Iris and Ira Rimerman
Louise and Peter Mensch Judy Sund and Scott Gilbert
C.J. Annunziata Susan B. Cohen-Rebell Michael Frankfurt Jacqueline Jones Ricki Roer and Paul McIsaac
Joyce Menschel Pam and Allen Swerdlick
and Arthur Rebell and John Gassett
Stuart Applebaum Christopher Franklin Jennifer and Scott Romanoff
Susan Merinoff Dr. Elzbieta Szoka
Giving Foundation James Coleman Zuzana and Philip Justman
Clark Frederick Carol Rose
Robyn Mewshaw Eva Talel
Michael Arndt Angel Collado-Schwarz Richard Kandel, Theodore
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MAKE IT REAL The wide, wide world of cinematic nonfiction
Embracing Entropy
Complexity is truth in three unreleased films that our
nonfiction critic ranks among the year’s best
BY ERIC HYNES
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here’s a tendency among recent documentaries for how a documentary is made, no metrics to ensure we’re
to start with what’s effectively an embedded trailer: ensnared. It’s thanks to a unique voice and sensibility realizing a
two minutes of montage, scored to urgent music, film before our eyes. As the year comes to a close, I’m reminded
tantalizing the audience with what’s to come. of films that took me places I couldn’t have anticipated, films
Instead of an introductory scene, or credit sequence, that offered experiences that far exceeded whatever their pro-
or a cold open, the beginning of the movie is really gram descriptions or trailers could have promised, films that
just hard-sell marketing for the rest of the movie. The practice is stuck with me and that merit more attention in the new year.
familiar—so much so that many of these beginnings are beat-by- The elevator pitch for Sara Dosa’s The Seer and the Unseen,
beat identical—but I remain dismayed that a work of art would which premiered at the San Francisco Film Festival last April, might
apportion itself this way. The tendency speaks from a place of have dwelled on the persistent belief in elves, trolls, and “hidden
fear and insecurity (doubtlessly heightened in this era of fickle people” in Iceland. By all means, come for the elf sightings—part of
streaming habits) over whether the viewer will continue watch- a culture that Dosa respectfully and ingeniously honors—but stay
ing. The fear may be real, but need that fear shape or, in a limited for a stealth essay about overdevelopment and the fallacious fictions
sense, become the work itself? It’s like putting the book-jacket of capitalism, as well as a profile of a smart, funny, rational, envi-
SEAHORSE: MANUEL VAZQU EZ
copy onto the first page of the novel. ronmentally committed protagonist who can, yes, observe a world
Yet as with a novel, or a work of long-form nonfiction, hidden from standard view. Ragnhildur Jonsdottir is a practicing
audience engagement is rarely determined by the oversharing seer, one who’s commonly employed these days to consider the state
of what’s to come. Rather, our interest is stoked by intangibles and fate of hidden people whenever builders or homeowners plan
around form, tone, language, and voice—i.e., artistic choices. to slice through the landscape. As captured by Dosa and DP Patrick
We’re won over not because we’ve been promised this and then Kollman, these consultations play out earnestly, with prospectors
this and also this—cue dramatic title-card drop—but because hoping their plans won’t disrupt dwellers hidden in the landscape.
we’ve been persuaded by these intangibles to invest ourselves The extent to which these plans might be thwarted in order to avoid
in the lives introduced onscreen. There’s no mathematical code elvish displacement gets tested in the central conflict of the film,
which involves a proposed highway extension that cuts directly film—which we’re allowed to track as it happens, in turn feel-
through a historically preserved, naturally rich, post-volcanic land- ing our own version of loss. The camera, and by extension the
scape that, according to Jonsdottir, serves as the sacred home of a often-audible Finlay, always feels welcome, or at least brokered.
thriving community of hidden people. We’re granted awareness that we’re not always with Freddy, that
It’s a conflict that pits the private and public sectors against the camera wasn’t invited to witness certain moments. What’s
Jonsdottir and environmentalists—the latter a union between shown, what’s shared, is mutually chosen, and is more powerful
believers and rationalists whose values and interests harmoni- for being so. It culminates in Finlay’s presence in the most inti-
ously overlap. What transpires isn’t a David vs. Goliath tale of mate and miraculous reveal of all, affording one of the year’s
activist triumph, nor does it adhere to issue-oriented environ- most astonishing cinematic moments. The struggle to live and
mentalist narratives or peddle audience-bating quirk. Tensions share, and the drive to be oneself—for oneself and for others—
in the film arise over recognizably human aspirations and are the personal negotiations that define Seahorse, a film made
actions. An extended climax witnesses Jonsdottir, officials, and of complications that nevertheless feels unambiguously honest
construction workers collaborating to preserve a natural forma- and clear.
tion that the seer claims is an elvish temple. They (and the film) There’s a kindred feel to Kristof Bilsen’s Mother, which pre-
move past the dispute without erasing or neutralizing it, for miered at Sheffield Doc/Fest in June before alighting stateside
the sake of saving something they don’t even concur exists, yet at the Chicago Film Festival and DOC NYC last fall. A film
which all of them value. The film casts the audience as an equal about people suffering from Alzheimer’s disease and those who
participant, searching for what’s not readily evident in the frame, care for them, it hasn’t the same one-to-one collaboration as
and seeing meaning within it regardless. Seahorse, but it has similarly crucial qualities of sensitivity and
transparency. Bilsen follows two narrative strands. In a nursing
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he audience is doubly privileged in seahorse, home in Thailand, a nonverbal American patient receives care
directed by English filmmaker Jeanie Finlay. The out- from Pomm, a nurse whose work separates her from her family.
line and enticement of the film, which premiered at Meanwhile, members of another family back in the U.S. come to
the Tribeca Film Festival last April, is readily evident in terms with their matriarch’s decline. Too often in documentary,
descriptions, photos, and the the very structure of a story
trailer: a trans man attempts tips us off to where we’re
to conceive and birth his own headed, preparing us to have
child. What’s only knowable a prescribed or predictable
through actually watching the response to what’s happening.
film is the gift that subject Whether it’s a three-charac-
Freddy McConnell offers to ter interwoven format or a
Finlay, and the gift that Finlay rise-and-fall hero narrative,
relays to the audience. What familiar structures are effective
we get from the very beginning at engendering familiar feel-
is an act of staggering bravery ings, and familiar feelings are
limned with fully owned fra- deathly to documentary. Bilsen
gility. McConnell embodies breathes life into his diptych
his complications and con- by never signaling where he’s
tradictions, especially when going, never following nar-
having to endure the erosion Mother rative beats. The film has an
of hard-won physically mascu- arrhythmic quality that opens
line attributes—he has to taper off testosterone, to immediate and us up emotionally to what we’re encountering.
demoralizing effect—in order to enhance fertility and achieve a Bilsen’s patient and atypical approach to time allows us to
different, chemically contradictory goal. He elects an identity crisis really linger with his subjects without the safety of another nar-
strictly to conceive a child—not because he’s uncertain of who he rative strand whisking us away, and it also enables us to identify
is or how he wants to exist in the world. Indeed I’ve never encoun- the complications of each milieu without objectifying them and
tered someone more certain of who he is. Most of us don’t have to judging anyone accordingly. So when the two strands do come
fight from within our own bodies simply to recognize ourselves, together, it doesn’t simplify but rather multiplies the emotional
let alone allow unseen strangers in theaters around the world to challenges. And instead of concluding on that apex, he offers one
see that body in states of such vulnerability. more subtly distended chapter that’s quiet and sad and true. It’s
None of this would work if there had been even a hint of a sequence set again in the care center, where nurses and patients
voyeurism to the endeavor, which Finlay fully avoids. There’s persist through each day, with scenes as cyclical and irresolute as
a sense throughout the film that Finlay and McConnell are the lives we’re invited to witness. As with many resonant works
on the level, mutually deciding when and what to film, what’s of narrative art, its extreme particularity has universal echoes. O
essential and what’s too much. Freddy’s relationship with a
potential co-parent at first transpires before the camera, until Eric Hynes KUCLQWTPCNKUVCPFETKVKECPFEWTCVQTQHƂNOCV
that companion vanishes from Freddy’s plans and from the /WUGWOQHVJG/QXKPI+OCIGKP0GY;QTM
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of playing Al Mannheim has taught me
anything, it is that everybody with the title
of producer fancies themselves a mogul
of such overwhelming vision that the
only possible path forward to paid work
is appeasing them and, often, magically
saying the exact thing that they themselves
have felt this story/article/existing property
needs in order to impress their boss. This is
no easier than guessing a number between
1 and 1,000, but I’ve found that almost
every preliminary conversation with a pro-
ducer involves some form of this contest.
It is also my experience that a great
F
was his vision to take that script and find a
or the past five years, i have been in the absurdly fortunate director. In a case like this, the producer is as
position to work professionally as a screenwriter. I have written two movies close to the author of the film as anybody.
that got produced on opposite ends of the spectrum—one independent and But on projects where the job is meant
one for Disney—and several others that have not, or may still. Upon learn- to—eventually, somehow, possibly—be a
ing that one latter such project, which had occupied me off and on through- movie I will direct, the priorities are differ-
out 2018 but which was being developed as a speculative pitch as early as ent. This system has been a blessing and a
December 2016, was being swiftly euthanized due to departing executives, my wife curse to my life, as I both benefit from and
remarked that this was a shame, since I had put in countless hours on it. This was true, am defeated by it consistently, often in the
but realistically I did not expect the script to get produced. Why would I, when common same day. The problem here is twofold:
wisdom holds that nine out of 10 projects developed remain unmade? Which brings me 1. Who is to say that after a year or so
to the question I ask myself when sitting down at the desk every day: why bother? of writing and development I will want to
To speak about the state of screenwriting today, a bit of professional context is useful consider making this the next film I direct?
for how jobs come about. (This, of course, is only my personal experience and that of And also, whose vision is it, really? On some-
the several dozen friends with whom I confer.) Long gone are the days when filmmakers thing I generate myself, such as Her Smell,
could reasonably expect to sell their own ideas as step one of making their own mov- my ears are open to input from producers,
ies. Forgotten is a time when a director might have a deal that provides them with a actors, and the crew. But ultimately, I get
professional home as they pause between projects to figure out what creative impulses to do whatever I want. Any misfires are my
to explore. (Every so often, an extremely lucky unicorn still happens upon such circum- responsibility and mine alone. By taking the
stances. But they are the exception, not the rule.) money, an implicit agreement is made that
this is not my project; it is the company’s.
The proof of this is that it literally belongs to
whoever wrote the check. Unfortunately...
2. This system would be functional in
the bygone era of super-producers, wizards
of storytelling whose track records are
unimpeachable. (This generally functions
at the height of Hollywood machinery,
so the best examples of it are people like
Christopher Robin Her Smell Steven Spielberg or Jerry Bruckheimer.)
These people are rarer now than they have producer apparently never read the book
ever been; when they still exist, they are or watched the original film adapted from it.
less likely to hire upstarts like me or my He seemed to base his understanding of the
peers than they are to stick with their fellow material on that movie’s trailer and a cursory
boomers, folks who have provided them glimpse at the novel’s Wikipedia page. His
with consistent material over the decades. final email to me, sent in response to a
Never mind that fresh blood and ideas draft incorporating his latest notes that
could be purchased for rates far beneath took the property even further away from
what this echelon commands. Last year I its source material, said he “gained real
quit one of the grandest opportunities I’ve insight into [me] as a person.” I never
ever earned due to my total lack of faith replied, but the feeling was mutual.
that the producers would be capable of The issue is how much time this takes up
putting their egos aside and trusting me to with absolutely zero notion of compensa-
rewrite and direct a film in a way I believed tion. On the other hand, I’m happy to write
myself capable of doing. Their notes something like Her Smell in a vacuum for
seemed to exhibit nothing but fear of being as long as it takes because it is personal and
yelled at by their boss, and because of the exciting, and I am doing it for the simple
money, I had to take them until I realized I pleasure of creating something and chal-
didn’t. Not one of these producers had the lenging myself. Oddly, in the blessed-yet-rare
relevant credits or experience to back up occasions when the outline clicks, the pitches
their bravado, in my opinion, and, unlike are scheduled and then sold, and you get
Brigham (with two decades of Disney to “go to script” (as though it is an enviable
experience behind him), fostered no trust vacation destination). Every time I arrive at
or faith from me that they saw the movie this phase I have the same feeling of “I can’t
in crystal-clear terms: what they claimed to believe they’re paying me for this.” I also feel
want seemed to change week by week. I feel like I got away with something.
comfortable telling this story in the pages And then we arrive at the 90 per-
of Film Comment because Film Comment is cent (although that number seems low)
for people who love and respect cinema— likelihood that the screenplay never sees
and, well, let’s just say I haven’t really seen it the light of day. Priorities shift, creative
on coffee tables in Hollywood offices. directions pivot. Perhaps a new writer
T
is brought in, they make it worse, and it
he wga is becoming intolerant goes on life support and then flatlines. If
of the amount of time writers are the producer is committed, like Brigham
increasingly expected to spend was, they’ll try again later and hopefully
developing outlines or pitches find the person who cracks the previously
in the hope of creating employment for elusive formula. If you have no moral
themselves. Essentially what this means compass, you can legally (and with no
is that a writer is being forced to outline statute of limitations) claim credit for
the entire movie and present it on blind work entirely dissimilar to your own,
faith, hoping it clicks with the producer done without knowledge of your failed
soliciting takes and making prospective attempts, two decades ago. But I digress.
writers compete for the job. If an article Thus it all comes back around to: why
or book or property has been given exclu- bother? Well, I like writing. The poten-
sively to you to come up with a take on it, tial futility must be ignored, as is the case
the process is the same, except that you are with most artistic expression. There’s an
only competing with the producer’s need inexplicable similarity between writing an
to bring a superior idea to whoever comes original script out of passion that fails to
next. Regardless, the challenge is coming get produced and being paid by a studio to
up with characters, plot, and tone and arrive at the same end result. The forces are
making it something like five to 10 pages. outside your control, either way. Now that
I have sold pitches off little more than I’ve thoroughly depressed myself, I have a
this first outline, and also done in excess of draft with looming deadlines to return to. O
a dozen drafts of outlines that eventually
balloon to 15 or 20 pages, only to be told Alex Ross Perry is the writer-director of
to go fly a kite. This process once lasted Her Smell and one of the screenwriters of
over six months, during which time the Christopher Robin.
Marriage Story ard begins divorce proceedings, and Mary commits suicide to save
Stephen from the personal and professional ruin of being named
in the suit. Though now happily married, Stephen grieves over the
David Lean sets the progressive romance
B
BY IMOGEN SARA SMITH est known for his pioneering science fiction
D
(The Time Machine, The War of the Worlds, The Island of
avid lean’s the passionate friends (1949) is Doctor Moreau), Wells devoted much of his prolific out-
both a companion piece to his better-known Brief put to advocating for his utopian vision of a World State,
Encounter (1945) and in many ways its antithesis. freed from the catastrophes of war and inequality. G.K. Chesterton
In the earlier film, a fleeting, chastely thwarted quipped that Wells was “a born storyteller who has sold his birth-
love affair between two married people plays out right for a pot of message.” This is not entirely fair. It is true that
amid the drab austerity of railway station tearooms The Passionate Friends has long, undigested passages of polemic,
and suburban streets. The later film spans many years, following in which Stephen links the destructiveness of personal jealousy
a couple whose enduring passion is reignited every time their with the jealousies of nationalism that stand in the way of world
paths cross, and moves between the glorious peaks of the Swiss progress, but it comes to life as a novel whenever Mary appears.
Alps and the burnished interiors of upper-crust London homes. Wisely, Lean’s film makes her—by far the most vivid and complex
Where Brief Encounter sets up a straightforward conflict between character—the central consciousness who recounts the story in
love and duty, The Passionate Friends has a troubling riddle at its voiceover. The screenplay (by Eric Ambler, based on an adapta-
heart. It never satisfactorily explains why Mary (Ann Todd) refuses tion by Lean and Stanley Haynes) cleverly compresses the book’s
to wed her true love, Steven (Trevor Howard), instead choosing a discursive and episodic narrative into a nesting-doll structure,
comfortably loveless marriage to a wealthy old man, Howard Jus- opening in the Alps, flashing back to the adulterous affair, and
tin (Claude Rains). The film’s swooning score and sensuous beauty moving through flashbacks-within-flashbacks to the first, youthful
romance. The film is fluid and elegant, with luminous cinematog- perfect. (Trevor Howard, whose great gift was the dry, scathing
raphy by Guy Green; it opens with a visual poem on the theme of cynicism he brought to They Made Me a Fugitive and The Third
white, rhyming gauzy breeze-stirred curtains, clean sheets, marble Man, was rather wasted by Lean on the mild-mannered dream
columns, snow-capped peaks, billowing clouds, butter and cream. lovers he plays here and in Brief Encounter.)
But at its heart there is something shadowy and unsettling. Instead it is Claude Rains’s Howard, the dull, workaholic banker
The Mary of the book, who futilely resists being the property of who claims to offer a marriage based on freedom and understand-
a man—and who says, “My heart is black with rebellion against my ing, who winds up nearly destroying Mary’s life with his vindictive
lot and against the lot of woman”—becomes in the film neurotical- jealousy. The expansion of this character—who remains almost
ly fickle, confused by her conflicting desires, making vague excuses entirely offstage in the book—and the casting of Rains irrevoca-
to Steven, like “I’m not a very good person” and “My love isn’t bly shift the balance of the story. Rains, of course, could steal a
worth very much.” Actress Ann Todd, who married Lean the year scene with the merest lift of an eyebrow, and after biding his time
the film was made (she was the third of his six wives), excelled at through much of the film, dictating tedious letters to a secretary,
suggesting high tension and turmoil beneath a porcelain exterior. he reveals through his stunned hurt and desolation at his wife’s
In The Seventh Veil (1945), So Evil My Love (1948), and Madeleine betrayal that he harbors the deepest passion of all.
(1950), she created brilliant portraits of women whose blonde The ultimate reconciliation of husband and wife, though beau-
perfection masks perverse, obsessive, destructive intelligence. tifully acted and tonally perfect, ends the film on a conventional
In The Passionate Friends, Lean devotes long close-ups to the note upholding the security of marriage. The book concludes with
play of soft shadows over a Stephen vowing to devote his life to the destruction of all forms
face that looks carved from ice, of jealousy—easier said than done. In his novel In the Days of the
but that breaks into radiant Comet, Wells resorted to a meteor whose gasses mysteriously cause
girlish smiles whenever Mary all of humanity to embrace pacifism and free love. In The Passion-
meets her lover. Her romance ate Friends, he speaks boldly through Mary, giving her insights like,
with Steven is almost cloyingly “[M]en have shifted the responsibility for attraction and passion
idyllic, all sun-dappled picnics, upon us and made us pay in servitude and restriction and blame
swirling waltzes, and fire-lit for the common defect of the species.” But Wells, famous for his
evenings. Though Howard, prophetic visions of the future, could not foresee a way out for
when he learns of their affair, women here; frustratingly, he dismisses such solutions as jobs and
insists that their brand of votes, failing to envision how economic independence (and birth
romantic love is dangerous, control) could free women from the prison he described so well.
we see nothing tempestuous As for an end to the suffering and conflict caused by romantic
or volatile in their relation- jealousy—the world is still waiting for that comet. O
ship. Far from demanding
or dominating, Steven seems Imogen Sara Smith is the author of In Lonely Places: Film Noir
implausibly tolerant of Mary’s Beyond the City and Buster Keaton: The Persistence of Comedy,
cruel vacillations, and boringly and has written for The Criterion Collection and elsewhere.
I
in an elevator does give way to a more
f you find yourself walking through the prati neighborhood of rome, poetically existential vision in Agosti’s film,
a relatively quiet area in the long shadow of the Vatican, you might just stumble but the terror of that experience is never
upon a small storefront movie theater: Azzurro Scipioni. The two-screen cinema, abandoned completely. The action is large-
nestled between street vendors hawking cheap pashminas and smartphone chargers, ly motivated by the situation as the char-
is the province of Italian filmmaker, poet, and philosopher Silvano Agosti. There, acters eventually call for help and attempt
among neon signs and mid-century movie kitsch, Agosti (who is also the propri- to dismantle their elevator prison—using,
etor) claims to “only show masterpieces.” And if you’re lucky, he might be screening one of all things, their ecclesiastical gifts for
of his own films—darkly humorous, sometimes aggressive social commentaries that are the Pope—in hopes of escape. Ultimately,
unsubtitled in English and hard to come by in the U.S. their attempts prove useless and any sense
This past October, I happened to be one such lucky visitor. When I entered, Signor of agency is negated by the structure’s
Agosti emerged, stamped my ticket, and, following a brief conversation about the un- unyielding walls.
paralleled evils of New York City, directed me to one of the cinema’s two screens, named When a few finally are saved, it’s not
the Sala Chaplin and the Sala Lumière. After taking in the intimate and unconventional through any personal machinations, but
ambience—a chicly dressed mannequin stood near the screen—I settled into one of the by grace. This aspect of In the Highest
theater’s repurposed airline seats. The feature that evening, preceded by a collection of of Skies proves the most beguiling and per-
trailers for other Agosti films (accompanied by the director’s live running commentary), verse of all. For many people of faith, the
was In the Highest of Skies. ultimate impotency of human will is pri-
In Agosti’s surreal and grotesque 1977 chamber piece, several people en route to an ma facie, but for those who feel otherwise,
audience with the Pope become trapped in an elevator. At first the group, which includes the film’s philosophical conceit might be a
two children, two clergymen, and two nuns, handles the situation with surprising calm deeply troubling one. Its brilliance lies in
and a middle-class civility bordering on paralysis. No one seems to panic or even try to its extremity. Taken to its logical end, the
call for help. But as the minutes and hours tick by, the situation begins to break down. idea of helplessness elicits not dread but
Tensions grow, and the elevator becomes the site of variably outrageous taboo and crim- a certain glee in Agosti’s film, as its litany
inal acts: murder, public sex and defecation, rape (by a priest, no less), and, maybe most of shocking moments finally leads to a
unsettling of all, the living sharing space with the bodies of the dead. doctrinally sound conclusion. The eleva-
tor’s inhabitants, most of them dead and dimensions. The confined setting of the film
the rest dying, wallowing in their own filth seems to expand and contract as the action
and wretched and broken from starvation, requires; when a character is bludgeoned to
violence, and imprisonment, are suddenly death or it’s time for sex, there’s more than
released as the doors open and the Boschian enough room. Performances from a com-
hellscape is bathed in light. mitted cast hold the space together, main-
For Agosti, the film is not about salva- taining the claustrophobic tension through
tion in the face of moral transgression but fits of rage, terror, ecstasy, and pleading
the violence inherent in dogmatic belief. agony. The physical horror is achieved with
His elevator is the inescapable prison of unsettling makeup transformations, which
closed thinking. “All these nice people get turn the characters from healthy to sickly
into the lift, but when there is no food, no pale. It’s not pretty, but it is effective.
way to live in a house or be comfortable, No stranger to boundary-pushing cine-
they become murderers... and they eat each ma, Agosti attended the Centro Sperimentale
other,” the director said to me with a small di Cinematografia in the 1960s. There he met
laugh after the screening. After untold the filmmaker Marco Bellocchio. Together
horrors, the elevator doors open to “free- the two would collaborate on Bellocchio’s IN THEATERS JANUARY 29
dom,” but while its passengers are trapped angsty 1965 debut feature Fists in the Pocket,
inside, Catholic dogma alone provides
little material assistance or (real) nourish-
depicting strife and murder within a strange-
ly isolated family. (Agosti edited the film
Y O U N G
ment. Herein lies Agosti’s political intent.
“Human beings have only two needs,” he
under the name “Aurelio Mangiarotti.”) In
1967, Agosti’s directorial feature debut Gar-
A H M E D A FILM BY
says, “food and shelter. A true government, den of Delights, which detailed the potential JEAN-PIERRE ET LUC DARDENNE
a true state, should provide these things for horrors of married life, was completed and “[AN] UNDERSTATED
everyone.” In his film, the absence of these subsequently trimmed by the censors. His MASTERPIECE…
two things swiftly results in a complete, N.P. (1971), an impressively biting work of as humanistic and
illuminating as any
ghastly disintegration of the social fabric. science fiction that falls somewhere be- of their films.”
A
tween Soylent Green (1973) and Rossellini’s – Godfrey Cheshire,
esthetically and politically, The Machine That Kills Bad People (1952), ROGEREBERT.COM
In the Highest of Skies lies some- centers on an engineer at a multinational
where between two of Pasolini’s conglomerate who invents a machine that
masterpieces: The Decameron turns garbage into edible products. (The
(1971) and Salò (1975). Its earthy mix now 81-year-old filmmaker’s skepticism
of sex, death, and Catholicism recalls about corporate commodification remains
the pervasive horniness and scatological robust—regarding the latest American movie
humor that make The Decameron both output, he says: “I ask producers why doesn’t
a joyfully pointed takedown of moral Hollywood just sell heroin instead?”) IN THEATERS FEBRUARY 21
hypocrisy and a celebration of all things At the moment, Agosti’s films do not
human (no matter how “dirty” or “ugly”). have U.S. distribution, although Agosti’s
Salò’s ruthless depiction of the systematic website sells DVD editions of his work.
degradation entailed by fascism is also The Azzurro Scipioni has been operating
closely aligned with Agosti’s vision. The for 36 years, however, and besides being
properly sadistic marathon of excessive a testament to art-house longevity, it’s a
torture and debauchery in Salò is the wildly idiosyncratic one-stop shop for all
methodological counterpart to In the things Silvano Agosti. Where else does
Highest of Skies’s marathon of deprivation. one person program the films, sell and
For a film that takes place almost entirely rip tickets, run the projection, peddle
in an elevator, save for a few shots of the merchandise, and, on occasion, claim
pilgrims making their way to the Vatican authorship of what’s on the screen? In
on a gloomy and haunting morning (the a place demonstrating an all-in, almost
type of day other Italian filmmakers of sacred commitment to great and bound-
the period, such as Marco Ferreri and the ary-pushing cinema, Agosti’s In the High-
Taviani brothers, were so adept at captur- est of Skies feels right at home. O
ing), In the Highest of Skies is surprisingly COMING TO DVD AND BLU-RAY
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Composer Nicholas Britell nurtures storytelling melodies into being
that are acutely attuned to the contemporary moment
BY SORAYA NADIA MCDONALD
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omposer nicholas britell is steadily shaping the sound of modern unforgettable theme to Succession, HBO’s
American storytelling, one project at a time. Britell is probably best known Shakespearean tale of an aging media titan;
as the composer who scored Moonlight and If Beale Street Could Talk, his pampered, protected children; and their
both of which netted him Oscar nominations. In 2019, he was named internecine squabbling and jostling for
Film Composer of the Year by the World Soundtrack Academy for If Beale control of the family business. With tensely
Street Could Talk. Two years earlier, the same organization named him ominous strings and high-pitched piano
Discovery of the Year. plinks, set against a heavy, driving bass,
Britell is the intangible presence who takes the sensitive, heartfelt work of director Britell created a sonic coat of arms for
Barry Jenkins and translates its tender emotion into sound. He’s presently collaborating the Roy family, and the internet ate it up.
with Jenkins again on the director’s limited-series adaptation of the Colson Whitehead There’s an official remix called “Puppets”
novel The Underground Railroad. that features the lyrics of rapper Pusha-T.
“The process is very experimental and it starts from that first moment of sensitivity,” But the iteration that truly captures the
Britell explained during a recent phone interview. “The first time you see a piece of footage, farcical self-seriousness of the Roys and
or a cut of something, I always think it’s really important to be very aware of what you’re their various rich-people problems was
actually experiencing or what you’re actually thinking because that first experience only created by a YouTuber named Demi Ade-
happens once. It’s that first kernel of a feeling or an idea. Every future time you see it is going juyigbe, who sings along to the melody:
to be referring back to that first time in some way. A lot of it is about being very aware of “All the rich white folk are going to argue
those initial reactions, and then experimenting right away with certain things. When I was / and then whoever’s best is going to win a
younger, I remember when I would play a piece of music that I hadn’t played before. The kiss from Daddeeeeeeeeeey.”
first time reading it through, in some ways, was always the most interesting, because you’re The 39-year-old Britell has cultivated
feeling these chords for the first time. You’re feeling the grooves of these pieces, and it kind a public presence that feels different from
of sets a baseline for the way you feel about composers with heavily classical back-
something. It’s [like] the first time you read grounds. He has a traditional pedigree: he
a book, the first time you see anything: graduated from Juilliard’s pre-college divi-
there’s that first imprint.” sion, then studied psychology at Harvard,
Currently, Britell is in the beginning where he focused on neuromusicology—
stages of a new project—a reimagining of that is, how the brain understands music.
Carmen, directed by Benjamin Millepied, “I was always fascinated, from when
dancer, choreographer, and husband to I was very young, with why there were
Natalie Portman. Though he couldn’t reveal certain feelings in music,” Britell said. “I
much about the film, Britell did say that was always curious, what is it about this
it will feature completely original music. chord? What is it about this melody that
Those listening for Georges Bizet’s “Haba- makes me feel a certain way? There’s a
nera” should turn their ears elsewhere. whole field of neuromusicology where
Britell’s profile has risen as he’s Nicholas people study and do research and exper-
become known as the man behind the Britell iments. One of my fascinations was with
exactly those kinds of questions. As with inhumanity. In 12 Years a Slave, we experi- CONNECTED
anything that’s really profound or myste- ence the sickening soundtrack of forced joy
rious, the more you dive into it, the more that accompanies human bondage. It’s all
mysterious it seems. I don’t have more part of a larger mosaic, threaded together
WITH THE
answers. I got more questions from look- by one man’s emotions and how he trans-
ing deeply into it. I think the brain and lates them into notes and time signatures.
our emotions are such a deep mystery. “So much of the work that I do is based
I’ve just always been drawn to figuring out on my fascination with or inspiration by
why I feel a certain way.” the filmmakers,” Britell said. “There are
Britell’s works seem to organically people who I think are so brilliant and
straddle accessibility and sophistication inspiring to me, like Barry [Jenkins] and WEB SITE
in a way that goes beyond the typical Adam [McKay]. These filmmakers, as
programming of a big-city pops orchestra. well, are very fascinated with the times
They never sound as though they’re meant that we’re living in. In some ways, being
to be confined to padded symphony halls able to create music which helps us to un-
where the average age of the patrons is on derstand the times that we’re living in, or
the high end. That might have something to look at the land that we’re living in, it
to do with the fact that Britell has long can be, hopefully, a revealing or profound
had one foot in the world of hip-hop and experience. The dream is that you can cre-
another in the world of classical music— ate work that can live, also, outside of the
while at Harvard he was part of a hip-hop times that you’re living in, that can zoom
group called the Witness Protection Pro- out in some way and give you a deeper or
gram. Britell, who grew up on New York’s larger understanding of things.”
Upper West Side, came of age during the Without intending to do so, Britell
’90s, the golden age of hip-hop. He’s a zoomed out with If Beale Street Could
U P DAT E D DA I LY
human bridge between the South Bronx Talk. It happened by coincidence. And it
and Lincoln Center. happened when the composer’s work was WITH THE
So when a remix to the Succession theme out in the world and ripe for reinterpreta-
blows up online, it’s not saddled with the tion and appropriation. For Beale Street,
jokey awkwardness that often characterizes Britell created aural tributes to black ro-
L AT E S T R E V I E W S ,
sonic meetings between classical and hip- mance, capturing the unique bittersweet-
hop. (A good example of this would be the ness of hope in times of racialized peril. I N T E RV I E W S ,
scene in the 2003 film Head of State, when The same week the film was released, the
Chris Rock’s character interrupts a staid University of Chicago announced that
dinner, populated mostly by older white po- a scholar had discovered an 1898 short
F E S T I VA L
liticos and donors, to throw on Nelly’s “Hot called Something Good—Negro Kiss. Now
in Here.”) Instead, it’s just normal. added to the National Film Registry, the D I S PATC H E S ,
P
work is believed to be the earliest depic-
erhaps that’s why britell’s tion of two black people kissing on film.
body of work is beginning to Britell’s work on Beale Street was so evoc-
AND MORE!
feel like he’s assembling various ative that a Twitter user pulled the sound
sketches of America in a way that from one of the tracks, “Agape,” and set
will come to define an era, similar to the it against the newly discovered work. The
way that John Williams, Hans Zimmer, tweet went viral.
and Aaron Copland have done in decades “Stories, they’re almost like a technolo-
past. Moonlight, If Beale Street Could Talk, gy of their own,” Britell said. “They’re like
Succession, Vice, Free State of Jones, The this amazing mechanism for understand-
Big Short, and Battle of the Sexes all offer ing things. You can do all this research,
peeks into different layers of American you can read all the reports about things,
life. There’s the obscene wealth of the Roys you can study things, but sometimes story,
in Succession and the informed cynicism in and of itself, or a film or a novel, they
of The Big Short. In Free State of Jones, can just make you feel something—as op-
which Britell scored, and 12 Years a Slave, posed to just intellectually understanding F I L M C O M M E N T.C O M
for which he wrote the fiddle music that’s something. I do think about that, the way
played by Solomon Northup (Chiwetel ideas can be transmitted. But ultimately,
Ejiofor), Britell’s compositions guide the for people to really understand things, I
audience through obscene violence and think it’s about feeling those things.”O
Vitalina Varela
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arly in pedro costa’s 2014 film horse money, friend who lives there, who said, “I think I know a house that you
a Cape Verdean woman named Vitalina recounts might like, a very traditional and simple house. The problem is
in detail the heartrending story of her late arrival that the guy who used to live there died, and the house is now
to her estranged husband’s funeral in Lisbon. It’s closed and empty. But let’s try—perhaps we can go through the
an unforgettable moment in a film that, while cen- back.” And when we were approaching the house and while he
tered primarily on Costa’s frequent lead Ventura, was telling me this, we saw the door open and Vitalina appeared
announced an unexpectedly vital new figure in the Portuguese in the doorstep, all dressed in black, an extraordinary, grieving
director’s work. Indeed, five years on, it’s Vitalina’s presence and face. This alone deserved a film. She was fearful; I imagined she
performance that linger most in the mind. Costa’s new feature, thought: “Who are these people? Police? Immigration office?”
Vitalina Varela, returns to this story, dramatizing Vitalina’s But you’re quite right, it’s not Vitalina’s husband haunting
arrival in an impoverished Lisbon neighborhood and her painful the house, it’s Vitalina haunting it herself. Her fury makes those
process of reconciling the memory of her husband with the man walls tremble and the roof collapse.
she learns led a duplicitous life in her absence.
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with In Vanda’s Room (2000) and Colossal Youth (2006), Costa This was 2013. When we met I explained what I was doing. I don’t
has been developing this approach into a new kind of dramatic know if she understood it completely when I babbled things about
portraiture, with Ventura and now Vitalina as his primary cre- “shooting a film.” But when we left I wanted to know more about
ative partners and subjects. Still guided by the spirit of the old her. No one knew exactly who she was. I even felt a bit of hostility
Hollywood and modernist masters (John Ford, Jacques Tour- in the air; no one wanted her there. I went back a week later and
neur, Jean-Marie Straub) that so indelibly marked his early colo- she let me shoot in the house, and I asked her if I could take a
nial allegories O Sangue (1989) and Casa de Lava (1994), Costa picture of her; she agreed and she ended up in the film. Ventura
has become a touchstone for an entire movement of contempo- came with me, and when they started talking they discovered that
rary art cinema ranging from documentary to the avant-garde. they were related, like distant cousins. That made it more com-
He now enters a new chapter in his influence and profile with fortable for her. When she played her part in Horse Money, where
Vitalina Varela’s selection by the Sundance Film Festival. But she tells the story of her arrival in Lisbon, I had the immediate
while his hands-on commiseration with Portugal’s downtrodden feeling that she could go much further, and she wanted to, even if
and dispossessed, as well as his impossibly rich compositional only to occupy herself. She was not afraid of this work; she gave
sense, have and will continue to be emulated, his humanism it her all, body and soul. So after Horse Money I went back and
and unwavering dedication to his craft—both pushed to bracing stayed with her for weeks. We sat in her room and she began tell-
extremes in his latest—have yet to be matched. ing me her story right from the beginning: her childhood in the
At once Costa’s saddest and most spiritual film, Vitalina mountains of her island, her first love Joaquim, their marriage, his
Varela employs gradually interlocking story threads to follow escape to work in Portugal, his silence, his death, her grief.
both Vitalina as she settles her husband’s affairs and endures the
condemnation of his friends and associates, and the plight of a 6JGTGCTGCPWODGTQHRGQRNGKPVJGƂNODGUKFGU8KVCNKPCt
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unparalleled sense of space, light, and shadow, the film invests a With Vitalina it took a long time––not to convince her, but to
tragic episode in its heroine’s life with an intimacy and grace that convince me. To make sure that such a film was possible: how
forges new dimensions in Costa’s cinema. Just days before it won to do it, how to organize it, how to structure it. Because in the
the Golden Leopard last summer in Locarno, where Vitalina also beginning I thought that this film could be a little bit wider, a
picked up the Best Actress prize, Costa and I spoke about the bit more open, and that perhaps there could be something shot
film, subsequently supplementing our conversation over email. back home, from when she was younger, that happy part of her
life––something sunny, in the open air. But I think she wanted
Let’s start with the house Vitalina returns to in Lisbon. It feels to stay in this moment, this moment of mourning. She was
haunted to me, and not only by Vitalina’s husband. going through the worst, most painful moment of her life and I
One of the starting points for the film was locating a house in that was proposing for her to organize, to work out and reveal these
neighborhood. One day in the middle of the shooting of Horse terrible feelings and emotions, to turn all of it into a film. And
Money, I was trying to find an interior of a house in the African the more I heard her plaint, the more afraid I was. I told her:
neighborhood of Cova da Moura, in the suburbs of Lisbon. I “Vitalina, your words, your pain will be in the film for all to see.
was looking for one of those houses that I remembered from the They will be the film—aren’t you afraid?” And she kept saying:
old Fontainhas district where I shot In Vanda’s Room. I wanted “You must!” I think we both wanted to exhume this horror, and
to do some portraits of people in their own homes for a musical the film would be the mourning.
sequence with the song “Alto Cutelo.” I asked for help from a I decided we would lock ourselves up in this small, dark
house and do the work. So it took a while to convince me that
CLOSER LOOK: Vitalina Varela opens February 21 at Film maybe we could do it, that she could perhaps go through this
at Lincoln Center. ordeal, and I could perhaps film it. This was a bit more difficult
than the other films––not because she wasn’t getting there, or we needed to film this woman on fire, coming to her husband’s
not wanting to work, but because of me. How can I explain . . . tomb to avenge herself. And then, as she is always saying: “The
Even if I insist that everything is true and real, this story is still only moments I can forget all my sufferings is when I’m working
less fantastical. There’s less fantasy if you compare it with Horse the land, a hoe in my hands, bare feet. I’m happy there.” No Cape
Money. It has a different kind of pain or suffering. Just the fact Verdean or African works the land with shoes or sandals. So step-
that it belongs to or comes from a woman gives it a certain grav- ping on this new world for the first time with her bare, wet feet
ity that Ventura—or perhaps men—cannot carry. should rhyme with her leaving her pain behind—that was import-
ant. Almost everything comes from associations. Little bits and
+UVJGTGCEGTVCKPEQOHQTVHQT8KVCNKPCKPDGKPIKPVJGPGKIJ- pieces come together from her stories, her memories, and I try to
borhood, and also in the fact that you’re now much closer organize things and connect them in a way that’s interesting.
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we not only need to become friends but also some sort of trust I try to know those alleys and those houses the best I can. I now
has to be there. I guess our crew understood—we’re only four have time—a filmmaker should have all the time to wander
or five, so you can become close quite quickly. Her mourning around the spaces he’s going to film and should have the freedom
was the shooting, and vice versa. Sometimes, because of cinema, to make them his own. I try to live them, to feel and recognize
I find myself living more with the dead than with the living. In them because of how the light affects those spaces, of how the light
this business we’re always invoking and calling the other side... caresses the walls at 11 in the morning or at six in the evening.
Vitalina already had the experience of Horse Money, but it was And then it’s an effort of concentration in every sense. But it’s
very short compared to this one. And shooting in her house, in the no different than other aspects of our work––text, performance,
very center of the neighborhood, I’m sure that gave her a sort of sound, light. It’s not a minimalistic thing––it’s concentration. But
compensation, almost a revenge. She didn’t seem embarrassed, she of course, concentration means a little bit less––organizing the
wasn’t hiding anything from anyone anymore. When she arrived, parts and the elements in a more essential way. With a bit of luck,
everybody was suspicious: “Why do you want to stay? What do you everything will come together at the same time.
expect to find? Go home, your husband is dead and buried, your life
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were peasants, then they were immigrants and they were brutally I vividly recall one morning, three-quarters into the shooting, I
exploited. I’m working in the middle of confusion, and it’s risky. arrived at Vitalina’s house quite early, and she was dressed in this
My job as a filmmaker is also to not betray the trust they offer me, blue robe, the robe that she wears in the film. A very beautiful
their life secrets, their dignity, their intimacy. It might sound absurd ultramarine blue, a very deep blue. And I asked her, “What’s new?”
since we’re dealing with cinema, but my main concern is to keep And she said, “I just thought I would go work a little bit.” She has
their intimacy intimate. Anyway, we’ll grow old filming together, a little garden, not far from the house, and she likes to go there and
and it’s right there for everyone to see. It’s a kind of archive now, a grow her vegetables. “It’s not that I’m forgetting. It’s to work.” I’ll
memory album. never forget that “not that I’m forgetting.” I felt something was
beginning to go away. So she can wear something brightly colored if
1PVJGVQRKEQHCPCTEJKXGVJGGNGOGPVQHVKOGKP[QWTYQTM she’s working. It means she’s happy, and that she can forget for the
JCUITQYPGURGEKCNN[RGTVKPGPVKPTGEGPV[GCTU moment. She told me these are the only moments when she’s happy.
Yes, some of the people you see in this film, even in the very first And she means really happy, not having to think about her husband
shot, are already gone. or loneliness. Sometimes she says, “As you like to do your films, I
like to work the land.” So we used the robe in the film—we even
#NNQH[QWTPGKIJDQTJQQFUUGGOJCWPVGFD[UQOGVJKPI have a shot where there’s just a little bit of sunlight on her shoulder,
[Long pause] Death... These people were condemned. And long and it’s very blue.
before they were born. I’ll always prefer the neighborhood as it is. I’ve never hidden the
fact that one of the thousand reasons that attracted me to Fontainhas
6GNNOGCDQWV8KVCNKPCoUGPVTCPEG#EVWCNN[CDQWVJGT and that made me want to work there was an aesthetic one. In this
GPVTCPEGCPFQPGQHVJGNCUVKOCIGUQHJGTKPVJGJQWUGKP film, Vitalina’s door is also blue. They’re very fond of primary, bright
both cases she’s barefoot. colors. They like to paint their houses blue and yellow, green and
In Horse Money she tells the story of how when she came to Lisbon red. And life leaves its marks on the paint; it draws and remembers.
on the plane she was stressed and couldn’t pee. When we talked, But life also made them a little bit tired and oblivious, and the col-
she said, “I was completely numb. I didn’t know where I was. I had ors fade. But I can’t blame them. They are oppressed. Now it’s the
this lady helping me, and she undressed me.” I said, “Were you social-democrat council governments that tend to paint the houses
naked on the plane?” She said, “I was in my nightgown, sitting for as part of their social assistance––yellow, because they will be happy!
the journey, because I was so hot, my body was burning, and my They hate it. Their houses were made by their own hands, brick by
feet were so swollen I couldn’t walk.” I remember thinking that brick. And even if the walls were a bit crooked, they loved them.
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to John Ford. seeing herself, on top of another roof, across the ocean.
That’s because of Vitalina’s hand over her eyes, isn’t it? It was a But for me, with this scene you could also think of some
difficult shot to prepare. It involved some construction in our of the women in Mizoguchi’s films, if only because John Ford
improvised studio: the wind, etc. But the actual shooting was was more manly. But it could also be Russian—it could be
easier than we all thought it would be; we didn’t need that many Dovzhenko. But of course if you have that, what can you do:
takes. It was just because Vitalina had really performed those you’re surrounded by ghosts again. I’m not saying it’s a shot
actions quite a few times in her real life: climbing to the roof on or an image I remember from Mizoguchi. It’s more a spirit of
stormy nights, trying to stop the rain from falling in her kitchen mothers, widows, running around the landscape in Japan, escap-
or on her bed. Some days we also felt it, the fury of the wind on ing soldiers, battling, searching for food, repairing, et cetera. But,
the tiles, the rumble of the dirt on the roof. I can tell you it was I guess, more than Ford or Mizoguchi, I’m thinking of a film-
quite scary! But it never discouraged Vitalina. She had to go up maker who was certainly important for this film: Mikio Naruse.
and try to repair “that awful job Joaquim had done.” Vitalina The first time I went to Japan, I met the great Japanese writer,
and I just agreed on a certain number of actions and steps and essayist, and critic Shigehiko Hasumi, who wrote the most beau-
pace for the roof scene. tiful book on Ozu. I had seen a lot of Ozu and Mizoguchi, but
Thinking that it would be a rough shoot, I also anticipated it was Professor Hasumi who first told me about Naruse. This
that it could be somewhat documentary. So I didn’t block the must have been almost 20 years ago, and I remember him com-
ending; I just told Vitalina to go as far as she could, and then we menting: “Mikio Naruse was a very shy, reserved, and tormented
would cut. And as we went along, I saw that she slowly came to man. Because he had the feeling that the world had betrayed
this posture, her hand over her front, eyes far out on the hori- him.” I remember Hasumi gave me some VHS tapes: When a
zon. I never asked her why she did that or what was she seeing. Woman Ascends the Stairs, Mother, et cetera. He made hundreds
of films, all of them absolutely marvelous. There’s a kind of
sordid evocation of the couple in his work––and by evocation I
mean some inserts or some ways of suggesting the sordid bits of
a relationship that are very strong.
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This film does come closer to In Vanda’s Room in a lot of ways,
I think, in trying to surround Vitalina with the sound of a place
that she didn’t know. She didn’t know the neighborhood that
I knew. She’s new here. So all she hears in the film is new to
her. The sound that was in Vanda, the brouhaha of life, and the
contradiction of public and private––there’s nothing secret, and
at the same time nothing is public. The frontier between shame
and spectacle is very thin. And that’s very interesting. You can
work with that, and we did in this film. Vitalina’s surrounded
by sounds, by this life... or death, I don’t know. But this idea for PHOTO BY VÍTOR CARVALHO/COURTESY OF OPTEC FILMES
the sound comes straight from Vanda, from the old neighbor-
hood––the streets, the houses, the windows, the stairs. I think
with this film I was trying to get back home in a sense, to my
film home, and Vitalina is new in this home. She comes from the
mountains, she comes from the sunlight. She’s not used to being
imprisoned in a cell.
In a way, I was relieved when Vitalina suddenly appeared in
my life. I was spending most of my time with Ventura, Nhurro,
and the “boys,” in a man’s world. As I said, this encounter with
Vitalina deserved a film. And I also felt it could give me the
chance to approach the Cape Verdean immigration from the
woman’s point of view. The history of the African diaspora is
generally a men’s tale: they sail first and come to the new world,
leaving their women behind, and sometimes their children too.
“I will save money; I will send you a plane ticket in a year or
two.” Needless to say, after a few months most men forget. Life
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ancient travails, recalled in bluer-than-blue shots of the Ligurian Sea
at dawn, to new-millennium enterprise in the docklands, filled with
shipping crates and bulldozers busy with destruction.
Marcello brings a similar approach to Martin Eden, though its
emphasis is inverted: it’s the individual narrative that telescopes a
broader history of 20th-century Italy. In this pivotal move, Mar-
cello and co-writer Maurizio Braucci shift London’s Oakland-set
story to Naples, switching the cold expanse of the North Pacific
for the Mediterranean and its well-traversed waters. The young
century, too, is switched out for an indeterminate period with
jumbled signifiers: initial clues point to a time just shy of World
War II, though a television set in a working-class household soon
suggests the late ’50s, and then a plastic helicopter figurine loosely
yokes us to the ’70s. Even the score delights in anachronism,
marked by a heavy synth bass that perforates the sacral reverb
of a cappella and organ song, like a discotheque in a cathedral. body. From his years of manual labor, he comes to knowledge in
And—why not?—’70s and ’80s Europop throwbacks lend archi- a distinctly embodied way, charming by being so literal. At lunch
val sequences a further sense of epochal collapse. While Marcello with the Orsinis, he offers a bread roll as a metaphor for educa-
worked with researcher Alessia Petitto for the film’s analog trove, tion and gestures at the sauce on his plate as “poverty,” tearing off
much of its vintage stock is feigned by hand-tinting and distress- a piece of education and mopping up the remnants with relish.
ing original 16mm footage. Sometimes a medium-change jolts Later, in a letter to Elena, he recounts his adventures in literacy:
with sudden incongruity, “I note down new words, I turn them into my friends.” In these
as in a cut to dockworkers Martin’s writer’s opti- early moments, his expressions are as playful as they are trenchant,
filmed in black and white, mism is built on a faith enlivened by newfound ways of articulating experience. His writ-
their faces and hands in language as the site er’s optimism is built on a faith in language as the site of commu-
painted in uncanny approx- nication and mutual recognition. So follows his tragedy.
imations of living com- of communication and One of Marcello’s major structural decisions admittedly makes
plexions. Other transitions mutual recognition. for some final-act whiplash, when a cut elides the loaded years of
are so precisely matched to So follows his tragedy. Martin’s incremental success, stratospheric fame, and present fall
color and texture that they into jaded torpor. By now, he is a bottle-blonde chain-smoker with
seem extensions of a dream. his own palazzo and entourage, set to leave on a U.S. press tour even
Patchworked from the scraps of a long century, this composite though he hasn’t written a thing in years. His ideas have been ampli-
view seems to bristle against a story of individual formation. It feels fied to unprecedented reach by mass media, and his words circulate
like a strange time for an artist’s coming-of-age tale adapted with as abstract commodities for a vulturine audience. For all its emphasis
such sincerity, especially when that central emphasis on becoming— on formation, Martin Eden is less a story of ebullient self-discovery
and becoming a writer, no less—is upended by geopolitical and eco- than one of inhibiting self-consciousness. There is no real sense that
logical hostility. At first, our young Martin strides on screen with all Martin’s baseline character has changed, because it hasn’t. Even his
the endearing curiosity of an archetypal naïf, played by Luca Marinelli now best-selling writing is the stuff of countless prior rejected man-
with a cannonballing force that still makes room for the gentler affects uscripts. From that first day at the Orsini estate, when his roughness
of embarrassment and first love. Like the novel, the film begins with sticks out to him as a fact, he learns about the gulf between a hardier
a dockside rescue: early one morning, Martin saves a young aristocrat self-image and the surface self that’s eyed by others.
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from a beating, for which he is rewarded with lunch at the family
estate. On its storied grounds, Martin meets the stranger’s luminous ith such a deeply inhabited performance
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A FILM BY DANIEL VIGNE A FILM BY SAMEH ZOABI A FILM BY JACQUES RIVETTE A FILM BY JIA ZHANGKE
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on a note of pessimism about the world, and one of resignation
about the film industry’s consolidation and glut of choice. At
the same time, beyond the noise, filmmakers pushed cinema
to new and strange heights, shaping time and images and tell-
ing stories in novel ways. Our contributors look back at the
decade and try to make sense of it all.
Clockwise from top left: Zama, Toni Erdmann, Holy Motors, The Tree of Life, No Home Movie, Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives
NETA ALEXANDER
Critic, Haaretz
Top 10 Films (ranked)
Holy Motors, Toni Erdmann, Girlhood,
Margaret, The Act of Killing, Gett: The Trial
of Viviane Amsalem, Moonlight, Get Out,
Boyhood, Fire at Sea
Best New Filmmaker
Jordan Peele
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ave we yet begun to trace the economic imbalances that plague the field. Mother, Melancholia
shape of 21st-century cinema? The One might say they are true termite artists in Film of the Decade
previous decade’s retrospective an age of rampaging white elephants. Moonlight: I felt like I had never seen a
stock-taking resulted in the con- The terms come from Manny Farber’s movie before.
secration of David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive classic manifesto “White Elephant Art vs. Ter-
and Wong Kar Wai’s In the Mood for Love. mite Art,” and they strike me as an especially ARI ASTER
Consummate movie-movies lushly shot on useful paradigm for the current moment. Director, Midsommar
celluloid, both were already nearly a decade (An excellent recent MOCA show curated by Films of the Decade (unranked)
old at the time, and even then seemed like Helen Molesworth presented Farber’s own 45 Years, Amour, Another Year, Behind the
the last gasp of a previous century. The films paintings alongside a wide range of work that Candelabra, Beyond the Hills, Burning,
were themselves acts of mourning, for lost could be said to evince termite-like character- Cameraperson, Dogtooth, Final Cut: Ladies
loves, lost time, and the loss of a certain kind istics.) Farber’s essay, which dates from more and Gentlemen, Force Majeure, Four Lions,
of cinema. One story we could tell ourselves than half a century ago, is more suggestive The Handmaiden, Hard to Be a God, Holy
about the 2010s is that nothing has emerged than definitive, and I have always found some Motors, The Homesman, The Immigrant,
to fill the void. Or rather, too many things of his specific examples less convincing than Inside Llewyn Davis, It’s Such a Beautiful
have. The defining qualities of the moment his vivid central dichotomy. Today, however, Day, Margaret: Director’s Cut, The Master,
are fragmentation and heterogeneity, a messy, it seems easier than ever to identify both No Home Movie, Nostalgia for the Light,
amorphous, contradictory too-muchness that the white elephants for which art is (as he Parasite, Phantom Thread, Play, A Separation,
has made our waking life an overstimulating put it) “an expensive hunk of well-regulated Silence, Stranger by the Lake, The Tree of
hellscape and yet proved remarkably condu- area”—the prestige movie by the brand-name Life, Toni Erdmann, Uncle Boonmee Who
cive to artistic experimentation. auteur, the festival film with its pre-digested Can Recall His Past Lives, Under the Skin,
I attempted (and quickly abandoned) meanings—and the countervailing termite The Wailing, Winter Sleep, The Wolf of Wall
the impossible exercise of compiling a list tendencies of work that “goes always forward Street, Zama
of the films and filmmakers of the decade, eating its own borundaries” and “feels its way
but two names came immediately to mind: through walls of particularization.” SAM BARLOW
Hong Sangsoo and Kevin Jerome Everson. While feature-length films still govern Designer, Telling Lies
Workhorses and visionaries both, Hong and the conversation, some of the decade’s most Top 11 Films (unranked)
Everson are masters of casual formalism, invigorating activity took place within the Elle, Nightcrawler, Parasite , Phantom
committed in different ways to a cinema of ever-elastic short form, where a host of young Thread, Shame, Silver Linings Playbook, The
the everyday. They achieve abundance— filmmakers—Gabriel Abrantes, Mati Diop, Social Network, Under the Skin, Room, Up-
Hong made 14 features in the 2010s; Everson Zachary Epcar, Laida Lertxundi, Camilo Re- stream Color, You Were Never Really Here,
made about 100 films in all, mostly shorts— strepo, and James N. Kienitz Wilkins, to name
through a reduction of means, and the frugal- just a few—found tremendous opportunities RAYMOND BELLOUR
ity of their practice implicitly foregrounds the for freedom, reveling in the subversive and Critic and author
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S PECI AL SE CT ION FI LMS OF THE DECA DE
PERSONAL VIEWS continued generative potential of ellipses and com- world cinema will recognize this species
pression whether working with narrative or of “subject movie,” to use Petzold’s term.
Top 10 Films (ranked) abstraction. An even more relevant question These are films that are relentlessly about
The Turin Horse, Restless, Mysteries of than Bazin’s “What is cinema?” might now be something: laden with sociopolitical im-
Lisbon, Differently, Molussia, Holy Motors, “Where is cinema?” And in response, leading port, allowing for a touch of lyricism but
Photographic Memory, Leviathan, Once I filmmakers like Apichatpong Weerasethakul, very little ambiguity, and bearing the tell-
Entered a Garden, Goodbye to Language, Albert Serra, and Tsai Ming-liang have tale traces of the screenwriting workshop.
Boyhood extended their distinctive sensibilities into the Petzold’s example gets at a rarely spoken
gallery, the theater, and the VR realm. truth about the film-industrial complex.
OPAL H. BENNETT Some of the most ambitious features of While distinctive work is emerging all the
Producer, POV (PBS) the decade enact a termitic burrowing into time, especially on the margins, and therefore
Top 10 Films (ranked) and around subjects at once urgent and easy to overlook, many of the institutions that
Inception, A Prophet, Senna, A Separation, elusive: the specter of historical trauma in determine what gets made and shown still
The Interrupters, This Is Not a Film, Levia- Anocha Suwichakornpong’s By the Time It function as forces of homogenization, from
than (Paravel and Castaing-Taylor), Amour, Gets Dark, and an ongoing social and political film schools to the funding bodies and devel-
Beasts of the Southern Wild, Skyfall emergency in Miguel Gomes’s Arabian opment labs that are sometimes attached to
Nights. The latter also belongs to a very 2010s the very festivals that serve as showcases for
CHRIS BOECKMANN category of work that assumes monumental the end results of this often highly profes-
Director of Programming, True/False Film Fest
Top 10 Films (ranked) Arabian Nights
Margaret, Stranger by the Lake, Call Me
by Your Name, Homeland: Iraq Year Zero,
Magic Mike XXL, Leviathan (Paravel and
Castaing-Taylor), Arabian Nights, The
Woolworths Choir of 1979, Of Men and War,
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Guido Hendrikx, Eduardo Williams, Mati
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Dieudo Hamadi, Rachel Rose, Véréna Para-
vel, Sergio Oksman, Michal Marczak, Renate
Costa, RaMell Ross, Marielle Heller, Rosine proportions while remaining termite-like in sionalized process. Ours is an age of fatiguing
Mbakam, Elizabeth Price, Adam and Zack its stubborn idiosyncrasy and irreducibility. overload but also of numbing sameness: too
Khalil, Patrick Wang, Blake Williams Other anti-elephantine epics: David Lynch’s many movies, too many festivals, too many
Twin Peaks: The Return, the ultimate singu- reviews, too many opinions, too many lists,
RICHARD BRODY larity; Hu Bo’s An Elephant Sitting Still, one of too many hot takes and think pieces that turn
Critic, The New Yorker the cinema’s great debuts and tragically also complicated issues into cultural talking points
Best New Filmmakers (unranked) one of its great final acts, a film that patiently and empty posturing—all of which amount
Khalik Allah, Zia Anger, Theo Anthony, Albert delineates an entire worldview; and Mariano not to a lively discourse but a reinforcement
Birney, Ryan Coogler, Ricky D’Ambrose, Mati Llinás’s grand, mad adventure in scale and of conventional wisdom (or worse).
Diop, Sara Fattahi, Cristina Gallego, Aman- duration, the playful and obdurate 14-hour- The abundance of the age is deceptive,
dine Gay, Greta Gerwig, Marielle Heller, Eliza plus La Flor, which has variously screened in and it masks both structural limitations and
Hittman, Kogonada, Penny Lane, Marie Losi- three parts, four parts, and eight parts, a one- systems of control. Festival lineups often
er, Rosine Mbakam, Darius Clark Monroe, of-a-kind shape-shifter that is both modular reflect the distorting effects of premiere
Terence Nance, Nanfu Wang and unassimilable. policies and the compromises inherent in
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relationship management. The purview of
CRISTINA CACIOPPO resenting his work at a film at film journalism is increasingly determined by
Programmer, Alamo Drafthouse Lincoln Center retrospective in 2018, industry priorities, from release schedules to
Top 10 Films (ranked) Christian Petzold railed against a what gets released at all, and tailored around
Magic Mike XXL, Jackass 3D, Bad Black, The type of festival film he described the actual or perceived incuriosity of editors
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Love Witch, Flooding with Love for the Kid, as “the lemon-tree movie.” This would, as and readers. The brave new world of digital
Happy as Lazzaro, 2.0, Unfriended, I’m Still Petzold derisively imagines it, involve two streaming promises instant access, but choice
Here, Maps to the Stars lovers, one Palestinian and one Israeli, their is a pernicious myth when entire swathes of
star-crossed romance represented by a lemon cinema are conveniently forgotten or actively
JOUMANE CHAHINE tree situated right on the Gaza-Israel border. suppressed (as is happening with Disney’s
Critic (He may have had in mind an actual continued withholding of 20th Century Fox
Top 10 Films (ranked) Israeli movie called Lemon Tree, which has titles from repertory theaters). Everything
Amour, The Grand Budapest Hotel, a somewhat different plot but uses similar is market-tested, only for us to be told that
Phantom Thread, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, botanical symbolism.) Anyone who has what people want is more of the same. The
Burning, The Image Book, Faust, Synonyms, sampled even a sliver of contemporary late-capitalist logic is seamless: what we get
ANDREW CHAN
1. Zama Lucrecia Martel, Argentina/Brazil/Spain, 2017
Web Editor, The Criterion Collection
2. Toni Erdmann Maren Ade, Germany, 2016 Top 15 Films (ranked)
3. Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives Apichatpong %GTVKƂGF%QR[, Stray Dogs, Happy Hour,
Weerasethakul, Thailand/UK/France, 2010 Toni Erdmann, Secret Sunshine, BPM (Beats
4. Holy Motors Leos Carax, France, 2012 Per Minute), Carol, ’Til Madness Do Us Part,
5. No Home Movie Chantal Akerman, Belgium/France, 2015 Moonlight, To Die Like a Man, The Strange
6. The Tree of Life Terrence Malick, USA, 2011 Little Cat, O.J.: Made in America, Certain
7. The Master Paul Thomas Anderson, USA, 2012 Women, Kaili Blues, This Is Not a Film
8. Phantom Thread Paul Thomas Anderson, USA/UK, 2017
9. Moonlight Barry Jenkins, USA, 2016 ASHLEY CLARK
Director, Film Programming, BAM
10. Boyhood Richard Linklater, USA, 2014
Top 10 Films (ranked)
11. Under the Skin Jonathan Glazer, UK/USA, 2014 Moonlight, The Nine Muses, Poetry, Toni
12. Carol Todd Haynes, UK/USA, 2015 Erdmann, #P1XGTUKORNKƂECVKQPQH*GT
13. Margaret Kenneth Lonergan, USA, 2011 Beauty, Ray & Liz, BPM (Beats Per Minute),
14. Leviathan Véréna Paravel & Lucien Castaing-Taylor, France/UK/USA, 2012 Locke, Timbuktu, Hale County This Morning,
15. The Turin Horse Béla Tarr & Ágnes Hranitzky, Hungary, 2011 This Evening
16. Inside Llewyn Davis Joel & Ethan Coen, USA, 2013 Best New Filmmakers (ranked)
17. Mysteries of Lisbon Raúl Ruiz, Portugal/France, 2010 Terence Nance, Charlie Shackleton, RaMell
18. Burning Lee Chang-dong, South Korea, 2018 Ross, Garrett Bradley, Mati Diop, Richard
Billingham
19. The Act of Killing Joshua Oppenheimer, Denmark/Norway/UK, 2013
Observation on the decade:
20. Parasite Bong Joon Ho, South Korea, 2019 Random Acts of Flyness. A beautiful, unclas-
21. %GTVKƂGF%QR[Abbas Kiarostami, France/Italy/Belgium, 2010 UKƂCDNGDNCUVQHDNCEMUWDLGEVKXKV[GZRNQFKPI
22. The Assassin Hou Hsiao-hsien, Taiwan/China/Hong Kong, 2015 staid notions of gender, sexuality, race, and
23. Tabu Miguel Gomes, Portugal, 2012 form, it was perhaps my favorite piece of
24. Mad Max: Fury Road George Miller, USA, 2015 moving-image art of the decade, and it
25. First Reformed Paul Schrader, USA, 2017 moved me deeply, too. It is, to date, the
26. Get Out Jordan Peele, USA, 2017 OQUVUWUVCKPGFCPFJKIJRTQƂNGGZRNQUKQP
27. Stray Dogs Tsai Ming-liang, Taiwan/France, 2013 of creativity from a new generation of black
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28. Stranger by the Lake Alain Guiraudie, France, 2013
New Negress Film Society) who, taking a
29. Cemetery of Splendor Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Thailand/
cue from the L.A. Rebellion before it, are
UK/France, 2015 KPXGUVGFKPSWGUVKQPKPIƂNOoUECRCEKV[HQT
30. A Touch of Sin Jia Zhangke, China, 2013 liberatory, socially transformative art.
31. Timbuktu Abderrahmane Sissako, France/Mauritania, 2014
32. Goodbye to Language Jean-Luc Godard, France, 2014 K. AUSTIN COLLINS
33. In Jackson Heights Frederick Wiseman, USA, 2015 Critic, Vanity Fair
34. The Social Network David Fincher, USA, 2010 Top 30 Films (unranked)
35. Faces Places Agnès Varda & JR, France, 2017 The Act of Killing (director’s cut), Carol,
36. The Wolf of Wall Street Martin Scorsese, USA, 2013 The Day He Arrives, Did You Wonder Who
Fired the Gun?, Drug War, Field Niggas,
37. ROMA Alfonso Cuarón, Mexico, 2018
Frances Ha, The Future, Gone Girl, Happy
38. A Separation Asghar Farhadi, Iran, 2011 Hour, Heaven Knows What, In Jackson
39. Horse Money Pedro Costa, Portugal, 2014 Heights, Inside Llewyn Davis, It Felt Like
40. Phoenix Christian Petzold, Germany, 2014 Love, Leviathan (Paravel and Castaing-Tay-
41. Certain Women Kelly Reichardt, USA, 2016 lor), Like Someone in Love, Mad Max: Fury
42. This Is Not a Film Jafar Panahi & Mojtaba Mirtahmasb, Iran, 2012 Road, Margaret, The Master, The Missing
43. Happy as Lazzaro Alice Rohrwacher, Italy/Switzerland/France, 2018 Picture, Moonlight, Sunset Song, Timbuktu,
44. The Strange Case of Angelica Manoel de Oliveira, Portugal, 2010 A Touch of Sin, The Tree of Life, Universal
45. Cameraperson Kirsten Johnson, USA, 2016 Soldier: Day of Reckoning, Unstoppable,
Upstream Color, The Wind Rises, The Wolf
46. Hard to Be a God Aleksey German, Russia, 2015
of Wall Street
47. Poetry Lee Chang-dong, South Korea, 2011
48. La Flor Mariano Llinás, Argentina, 2018 JORDAN CRONK
49. Western Valeska Grisebach, Germany/Bulgaria, 2018 Critic and programmer, Acropolis Cinema
50. Elle Paul Verhoeven, France/Germany/Belgium, 2016 Top 10 Films (ranked)
#UXQVGFWRQPD[CPKPVGTPCVKQPCNITQWRQHETKVKEURTQITCOOGTUCPFƂNOOCMGTU Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past
PERSONAL VIEWS continued is not, as advertised, plenitude, but its precise astonishing decade began with Film socialisme
opposite, a narrowing of options to an algo- and ended with The Image Book, a film-essay
Lives, The Strange Case of Angelica, Good- rithmically determined menu and a simulta- on the violence of representation dense with
bye to Language, No Home Movie, House neous impression that no other options exist. repurposed and manipulated images.
I
of Tolerance, Mysteries of Lisbon, Horse No film of the 2010s came closer to the
Money, Holy Motors, The Turin Horse, Once n a decade drowning in images, can texture of contemporary lived experience
Upon a Time in Anatolia we even say which ones are emblematic? than Eduardo Williams’s The Human Surge,
Best New Filmmakers (ranked) Which films attempted, or sought to which captures a mode of apprehending,
Jodie Mack, Nadav Lapid, Ben Rivers, comprehend, new ways of seeing (and moving through, and relating to the world—
Roberto Minervini, Oliver Laxe, Eduardo hearing)? In this regard, one of the decade’s ambivalently connected, hyperalert yet dis-
Williams, Bi Gan, Kleber Mendonça Filho, most enduring achievements has to be tractible—that is absolutely of the moment.
Mati Diop, Dane Komljen Véréna Paravel and Lucien Castaing-Taylor’s (This most termite-like of films also happens
Film of the Decade Leviathan, a radical experiment in sub- to include one bravura transition sequence
Pain & Gain: no movie captured the tragic jectivity and embodiment that in a single involving a pissed-on anthill.) In the fictional
essence of unchecked American capitalism stroke reunites the once strongly conjoined realm, Bertrand Bonello’s Nocturama
more vividly. documentary and avant-garde traditions. The describes a world of absolute capitalism,
Film Person of the Decade unthinkable volume of images in circula- impotent fury, and nihilist ultraviolence in
Sensory Ethnography Lab
Best Experimental Films (unranked)
Differently, Molussia, Engram of Return-
ing, Episode of the Sea, The Extravagant
Shadows, Let Your Light Shine, L.COHEN,
Leviathan (Paravel and Castaing-Taylor),
PROTOTYPE, The Realist, Slow Action
Women, The Tree of Life, Silvered Water, further complicating the ethical stakes, but of Zama, the short-circuiting of time in Kaili
Syria Self-Portrait, At Berkeley, If Beale Street this now-familiar imagery also has the po- Blues, the conflicting temporal markers in
Could Talk, Tabu, Amour, Sleeping Beauty tential to be read or reimagined as cinematic Martin Eden, the sleight-of-hand time travel
Best New Filmmakers (ranked) language, as in Loznitsa’s Maidan and Ossa- of Happy as Lazzaro, and the multiple coex-
Alice Rohrwacher, Jayro Bustamante, Rober- ma Mohammed and Wiam Simav Bedirx- isting time frames of Petzold’s Transit, a ghost
to Minervini, Marielle Heller, Feras Fayyad, an’s Silvered Water, Syria Self-Portrait. For a story in which the past and the present haunt
Khalik Allah, Shahrbanoo Sadat, Ryan guide to contemporary (and indeed the last one another. The most exciting films of the
Coogler, László Nemes, J.P. Sniadecki century’s) visual culture, you could do worse decade made tangible the notion of cinema as
Film of the Decade than 89-year-old Jean-Luc Godard, whose a time machine. z
I
must have been feeling guiltier an all-out attack on the lens of a surveil- SHONNI ENELOW
than usual about my “top 10 films” lance camera in which he must have seen Associate Professor, Fordham University
list to have suggested to my editor his reflection. Chris Marker would have Top 10 Films (ranked)
that I write a piece about the end-of- loved it, but at a moment of cinematic Aquarius, Toni Erdmann, Moonlight, The Sou-
the-year (and end-of-the-decade) ritual. abundance, there is no room for non-hu- venir, Phantom Thread, No Home Movie, Un-
The guilt is not about the films I named man creative artists. I have more serious cle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,
and, more absurdly, placed in “most best” regrets about the omission of at least five First Reformed, The Immigrant, Boyhood
to “least best” order. It is, rather, about documentaries: Beniamino Barrese’s The Film of the Decade
the films I left out. Like many critics, I Disappearance of My Mother, Nanfu Wang Get Out
take seriously the opportunity to ensure and Jialing Zhang’s One Child Nation,
that films I care about have some small Julia Reichert and Steven Bognar’s Amer- SCOTT FOUNDAS
mention in film history. I don’t worry ican Factory, Waad al-Kateab and Edward Senior Manager, Acquisitions/Production,
much about films that have wide support, Watts’s For Sama, and Feras Fayyad’s The Amazon Studios Original Movies
although I can’t ignore them and some- Cave. They are all wonderful movies; they Top 25 Films of the Decade (unranked)
times don’t want to. The critical consen- all bear witness to people and situations Amour, The Autobiography of Nicolae
sus is around Parasite, and as a result of that we need to see and hear about; and Ceaus,escu, The Assassin, Barbara, Dunkirk,
appearing on so many lists and winning they potentially will inspire viewers to Goodbye to Language, Her, Holy Motors,
so many critics’ and festival awards, take action or to act differently in both The Immigrant, Mad Max: Fury Road,
the director Bong Joon Ho is close to a the most intimate parts of our lives and Margaret, The Master, Moonlight, Mysteries
household name. But I’d also like to think in those aspects of the world that, despite of Lisbon, Norte, the End of History, Once
that because Kirill Mikhanovsky’s wildly their seeming distance, we ignore at peril Upon a Time… in Hollywood, Parasite, Po-
original and humane Give Me Liberty is to our humanity. Indeed they are all such etry, The Social Network, Toni Erdmann, The
still playing in theaters, someone might moving and intelligent films that to count Tree of Life, The Turin Horse, Uncle Boon-
see it on my list and buy a ticket. them as mere runners-up makes me liter- mee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, Vitalina
Because come December, almost every ally queasy about my preference for films Varela, The Wind Rises
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person I encounter asks me what movies that excite me aesthetically—in other Best New Filmmakers (unranked)
are on my top 10. In 2019, as always, I try words, through their cinematic form. Rick Alverson, Ari Aster, Kantemir Balagov, Clio
to expand the definition of “cinema” by Which is why I was thrilled by a non- Barnard, Kim Bora, Ryan Coogler, Joe Cornish,
mixing experimental films and installation fiction film that collapses all of these Destin Daniel Cretton, Robert Eggers, Alex
work—Ken Jacobs’s The Sky Socialist: seemingly warring criteria into the most Garland, Marielle Heller, Jennifer Kent, Nadav
Environs and Out-Takes (1964-66/2019) revelatory movie I saw this year. Ljubomir Lapid, László Nemes, Joshua Oppenheimer,
and Arthur Jafa’s The White Album Stefanov and Tamara Kotevska’s Honey- Andrew Patterson, Jordan Peele, Alice Rohr-
(2019)—with theatrical features and doc- land begins as a portrait of a middle-aged wacher, Lulu Wang, Nanfu Wang
umentaries. I apologize for failing to keep Macedonian beekeeper who is believed Film of the Decade
an impulsive Twitter promise to include to be the last woman to practice sustain- Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood: a movie
a 30-second video of an owl mounting able honey-gathering in Europe. Hatidze that, in content and form, feels like a
MOLLY HASKELL
Critic and author
Top 15 Films (ranked)
Poetry, Boyhood, After the Storm, The Day
He Arrives, The Act of Killing, Barbara, Honeyland
LILI HINSTIN
Artistic Director, Locarno Film Festival
Top 10 Films (ranked)
The Strange Case of Angelica, Staying
Vertical, The Image Book, Certain Women,
Happy Hour, Western, Detroit, Vitalina
Varela, mother!, Holy Motors
Best New Filmmakers (unranked)
Eric Baudelaire, Bi Gan, Mati Diop, Camila
José Donoso, Ted Fendt, Hassen Ferhani,
Matjaz Ivanisin, Jang Woo-jin, Radu Jude,
Damien Manivel, Kleber Mendonça Filho,
João Nicolau, André Novais Oliveira, Alex
LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN DECADE Ross Perry, Bill & Turner Ross, Kiro Russo,
Josh & Benny Safdie, Song Fang, Nadège
BECOMING A CRITIC IN AN ERA OF Trebal, Virgil Vernier
B
y most accounts, cinema being written at any given time, and the Movie, Zama, The Assassin, Goodbye to
shrank Benjamin Button–style corporate homogeneity that dissolves Language, Toni Erdmann, The Master, Son
in the 2010s. Movies, once larger them into totalizing master-discourses. of Saul
than life, became portable, fold- This is true even—or rather, especially— Best New Filmmakers (unranked)
able, and smaller than your palm. But my in today’s moment of seeming plenitude, Ana Lily Amirpour, Bi Gan, Lucien
history of cinema—and my own, individ- access, and interconnectedness, which Castaing-Taylor, Ryan Coogler, Robert
ual cinephilia—progressed in the other, Fincher’s film telegraphed with such chill- Eggers, Hu Bo, Jennifer Kent, Nadav Lapid,
“correct” direction. In 2019, my defining ing prescience in 2010. In the resulting in- Sergei Loznitsa, Pietro Marcello, László
cinematic experiences were on the big discriminate glut, only metrics and trends Nemes, Jordan Peele
screen: the longing-soaked oceans and and consensus narratives (all of which are Film of the Decade
electronic rhythms of Mati Diop’s Atlantics usually inextricable from a profit motive) The Avengers: The movie that reclaimed
washing over me in a theater in Toronto; rise to the surface. 9/11 as entertainment and, enjoying the
the lush colors and outsize emotions of Last February, I had the rare but dis- biggest North American opening to date,
Greta Gerwig’s Little Women holding me tinct feeling that I was in the presence of suggested that, more than a passing Bush-
in thrall in a screening room in New York. history-in-the-making when I attended a era fancy, comic-book superheroics were the
In 2010, when I was a 14-year-old in a two-day, conference-style event at Barnard new face of digital cinema.
small city in central India, my most thrill- College and the New School, called the Film Person of the Decade
ing movie experience was watching The “Dalit Film and Cultural Festival.” Cel- Stan Lee: Back in the Pop Art ’60s, Alain
Social Network via a Torrented file on my ebrating an emerging, radical new wave Resnais proposed a collaboration with the
laptop, obsessively pausing and rewinding of cinema by filmmakers from India’s Marvel mogul, never dreaming that he might
and replaying the film to parse what Aar- marginalized Dalit or “untouchable” caste, be 50 years too early.
on Sorkin’s rapid-fire dialogue and David the festival was the first of its kind, and the
Fincher’s frenzied, cross-cutting storytell- two seminal films it showcased—Fandry ERIC HYNES
ing had to say about the world around me (2013), by Marathi filmmaker Nagraj Curator, Museum of the Moving Image
and the world soon to come. Manjule, and Kaala (2018), by Tamil di- Top 10 Films (ranked)
I begin with this personal anecdote rector Pa. Ranjith—struck me as decade- The Act of Killing/The Look of Silence, Ev-
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to concede, preemptively, the futility of defining achievements by most yard- eryone Else, Holy Motors, The Tree of Life,
any attempt at reckoning authoritative- sticks. Fandry turns rage into poetry, its Cameraperson, Inside Llewyn Davis, Uncle
ly with a decade of cinema. This is not lyrical, ethnographic portrait of injustice Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,
just because 10 years is a long time, but ending with a rock hurled at the screen; Dead Souls, The Wolf of Wall Street, Carlos
because such periodizations of culture Kaala culminates in a setpiece that turns $GUV0QPƂEVKQP(GCVWTGU(ranked)
leave unaddressed questions of place and class solidarity into a thrilling, fantastical The Look of Silence, The Act of Killing,
experience. Becoming a cinephile across spectacle of music and color. Seamlessly Cameraperson, Dead Souls, Hale County
two continents this past decade has made combining popular forms with both lived This Morning, This Evening, The Autobi-
me acutely aware of both the disorienting experience and an erudite politics, they’re ography of Nicolae Ceaus,escu, Leviathan,
(and unequal) multiplicities of histories sui generis works, and watching the young Actress, The Interrupters, The Work,
AZADEH JAFARI
Critic (Iran)
Top 10 Films (ranked)
Holy Motors, White Material, The Master,
Phoenix, The Assassin, Zama, House of
Tolerance, Sieranevada, The Tree of Life,
Toni Erdmann
Film Person of the Decade
Agnès Varda
Moonlight
NELLIE KILLIAN
Programmer; contributing editor, Film directors present them to a visibly moved and intervention that Johnson weaves into
Comment audience, I felt like I was witnessing a her cine-memoir dismantle assumptions
Top 25 Films (unranked) revolution. But then I left the event and about objectivity and authorship to create
Barbara, A Bread Factory, By the Time It went downtown to Metrograph to watch an alternate record of image-making—one
Gets Dark, Cemetery of Splendor, Down- a live broadcast of the Academy Awards, which recognizes that images are neces-
sizing, Elle, Heart of a Dog, Jackass 3D, in whose obit reel I noticed the absence sarily contingent, caught in irreproducible
Let the Sunshine In, Like Someone in Love, of two recently passed titans of Indian (and ultimately unrecordable) webs of
Madeline’s Madeline, Maps to the Stars, cinema, Sridevi and Mrinal Sen. And I time and place and persons. I keep her
Margaret, Mission: Impossible—Ghost Pro- confronted the realization that one per- film in mind as a guide for my criticism: a
tocol, Mysteries of Lisbon, No Home Movie, son’s revolution is barely a blip in another reminder that to write about movies is to
1HƂEG1WT6KOG1XGTVJG;GCTU2QGVT[6JG person’s canon. write about our encounters with them—to
Social Network, Timbuktu, Twin Peaks: The All of which is to say that any account- not just contemplate the sky and its bursts
Return, The Wolf of Wall Street, You Ain’t ing of the past decade of cinema must of lightning but also to tell the story of
Seen Nothin’ Yet start with the question: whose decade? And one’s gasps and sneezes, even if they end
Best New Filmmaker whose cinema? Becoming a critic (and up on the floor of history’s editing room.
I
James N. Kienitz Wilkins thus, a historian) in the last 10 years has
Film of the Decade meant negotiating that elusive threshold encountered christian petzold’s
Downsizing: relentlessly surprising, funny, where the personal, the marginal, and Transit earlier this year on a flight
ambitious, idiosyncratic, fully committed to the vernacular turn into the historical. from Berlin to Los Angeles. (So much
realizing its silly premise in exquisite detail, One of the defining images of my decade, for my big-screen cinephilia!) And
laser-focused in its diagnosis of the partic- and one which illustrates this need for walking in and out of immigration at
ularities of contemporary American anxiety particularity with stunning intelligence, is both airports, I felt the ghosts of the
and despair. from Kirsten Johnson’s 2016 documentary film’s Kafkaesque bureaucracy of borders
Most Exciting Short/Nonfeature Directors Cameraperson. A shot of a vast gray sky in around me, unchanged yet sharpened into
(unranked) Missouri is ruptured by a bolt of light- something new. Transit is one of many MOONLIGHT: DAVID BORNFRIEND/KOBAL/SHUTTERSTOCK
Luke Fowler, Jay Giampietro, Beatrice Gib- ning—which elicits a gasp from behind films from the last few years that contend
son, Sky Hopinka, Laida Lertxundi, Tomonari the camera, and then a series of sneezes with the flows of people and capital that
Nishikawa, Sondra Perry, Rachel Rose, Ryan that make the whole image quiver, unbal- characterize contemporary life—flows
Trecartin, James N. Kienitz Wilkins anced. The many such gestures of affect that dissolve borders in some ways, while
reifying them in others. These movies
MICHAEL KORESKY Kaala examine the intersections and perversities
Critic and author; editor, Reverse Shot; of globalization, challenging our ideas
co-director, Feast of the Epiphany of nationhood and national cinemas. In
Top 20 Films (ranked) Valeska Grisebach’s magnificent Western
The Tree of Life, Another Year, Uncle (2017), a German construction worker
Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, stationed in a Bulgarian border-village is
The Souvenir, Boyhood, A Quiet Passion, alienated by the jingoism of his colleagues
Beyond the Hills, Toni Erdmann, Zama, By and filled with longing for the communal
the Time It Gets Dark, No Home Movie, bonds of the locals. In American Factory
Aquarius, Carol, Poetry, Cameraperson, (2019), Julia Reichert and Steven Bognar
Inside Llewyn Davis, The Look of Silence, capture the degradations of multinational
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capitalism, while Nadav Lapid’s Synonyms witnessing the meteoric rise of a major End of the Century, Closed Curtain,
(2019) wrestles with the corruptions of talent in real time. Lincoln
nationalisms in its protagonist’s tortured Most of us were awed by Jenkins’s film, Best New Filmmakers (unranked)
linguistic efforts to assimilate in France. but one young contrarian in our group Ari Aster, Robin Campillo, Lucio Castro,
And Lucrecia Martel’s monumental Zama complained that he felt it “didn’t make Stephen Cone, Mati Diop, Ezra Edelman,
(2017)—my film of the decade—is closely room” for him. In retrospect, his com- Kirsten Johnson, Dee Rees, Alice Rohrwa-
attuned to the nuances (and violences) ment seems to me to reflect how unusual cher, Eduardo Williams
of seeing and speaking across cultures, it was at the time for a film as accessible Film Person of the Decade
unearthing colonialism and its bloody as Moonlight—a quintessentially Amer- $CEMKP$TKVKUJƂNOOCMGT,QCPPC
migrations as the foundational logic of ican coming-of-age melodrama—to not *QIIOCFGJGTƂTUVHGCVWTGtVJGGZEQTK-
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films also complicate our notions of iden- demanded an awareness of one’s social you’re ready. This decade, she’s had a
tity, embracing the particular rather than position as spectator, as does the work TGOCTMCDNGTWPtArchipelago, Exhibition,
striving for universality—an illusory stan- of Terence Nance and Jordan Peele to and The Souvenir—but before and during
dard applied unfairly, even now, to films different (but equally masterful) ends. all this, Hogg has also been a tireless cine-
whose subjects are not white, Western, Many other films that left an impression phile, curator, exhibitor, and, in 2011, the
heterosexual, normative. The most influ- on me this past decade did something co-founder of the À Nos Amours cinema
ential movies of the last decade have been similar: they didn’t necessarily make me collective, which champions and screens
defiantly specific, refusing to compromise “feel seen”—i.e., succeed in the noble, but TCTGCPFWPFGTCRRTGEKCVGFƂNOUKPENWFKPI
the rootedness of their perspective to often superficial, goal of representation— VJGYQTMQH%JCPVCN#MGTOCP/C[CNNƂNO-
pander to a broader audience. Barry Jen- but they revealed to me how I see. Certain makers also be such inspiring advocates.
kins is a practitioner par excellence of this images from Jonathan Glazer’s Under the Top 10 Queer Films (unranked)
tendency: his Oscar-winning Moonlight, Skin (2013) are nestled deep in my mind, Beyond the Hills, BPM (Beats Per Minute),
embroidered exquisitely with the sonic haunting me with their profound dena- Carol, End of the Century, Moonlight, No
and visual details of his and screenwriter turing of the experience of perceiving Home Movie, Pariah, A Quiet Passion,
Tarell Alvin McCraney’s lives in Florida, the world, and being perceived by it, as Stranger by the Lake, Weekend
introduced new idioms of possibility into a woman. Magic Mike (2012) and Magic
the American indie film. I had the privi- Mike XXL (2015) provoked something ROGER KOZA
lege of attending the premiere of Moon- more joyous with their reprogramming of Critic and programmer, Viennale, Hamburg
light at the 2016 Telluride Film Festival cinematic spectacle around (heterosexual) Film Festival, and Doc Buenos Aires
with a group of other film students and women’s scopophilia. Top 10 Films (ranked)
In this decade of particularities and Vitalina Varela, Stray Dogs, Hard to Be a
specificities, is there anything that is uni- God, Mysteries of Lisbon, Story of My Death,
THE 25 BEST versal about cinema? Perhaps only fears of The Image Book, Zama, Homeland: Iraq Year
NEW DIRECTORS its death. In metaphorical terms, cinema Zero, Tabu, Cemetery of Splendor
1. Mati Diop has been dying since before I was born. 6JG/QUV5KIPKƂECPV(KNO(GUVKXCN
2. Jordan Peele In literal terms, cinema has always been Locarno (Switzerland)
3. Alice Rohrwacher combustible, degradable, scratchable; now, The Most Creative Film Festival
4. Bi Gan it’s deletable and unsearchable. Films that Transcinema (Peru)
5. Ryan Coogler contend with this ultimate contingency
6. Roberto Minervini strike me as the most urgent: Garrett VIOLET LUCCA
7. Greta Gerwig Bradley’s 27-minute America devotes Web Editor, Harper’s Magazine
8. Nadav Lapid itself to recreating lost histories of Black Top 10 Films (ranked)
9. Eduardo Williams cinema; Thomas Heise’s nearly four-hour Cemetery of Splendor, No Home Movie,
10. Kantemir Balagov Heimat Is a Space in Time uses archival Zama, Experimenter, Timbuktu, Burning,
11. Jennifer Kent objects to recover the fast-fading lessons Midnight Traveler, Stray Dogs, Portrait of a
12. Hu Bo of Germany’s past. But now, as the always Lady on Fire, Holy Motors
13. Robert Eggers imminent end of cinema seems to pale Best Episodes of Twin Peaks: The Return
14. RaMell Ross in comparison to the assured end of our Part 18, Part 8, Part 17, Part 16, Part 1, Part 6,
15. Dee Rees planet, the images that I cling to are not Part 2, Part 15, Part 11, Part 2
16. László Nemes self-reflexive, but elemental: the serene,
17. Khalik Allah nurturing woods of Valérie Massadian’s GUY MADDIN
18. Ari Aster Nana (2011); the roiling seas of Helena Director, The Green Fog
19. Damien Chazelle Wittman’s Drift (2017); the arid, cracked Top 10 Films (ranked)
20. Joshua Oppenheimer farmland of Nila Madhab Panda’s Dark The Other Side of the Wind, The Wander-
21. Boots Riley Wind (2017) and the cyclone-wrecked ing Soap Opera, Mission: Impossible—
22. Eliza Hittman coastal villages seen on TVs within the film. Fallout, Horse Money, Mission: Impos-
23. Jodie Mack Like the best of movies, these films point us sible—Ghost Protocol, The Love Witch,
24. Ted Fendt to the richness—now under siege—of the Tangerine, +PƂPKVG(QQVDCNN, Cemetery of
25. Oliver Laxe worlds outside of the screen. z Splendor, Computer Chess
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Jean-Pierre Melville’s Le cercle rouge. Keanu RaMell Ross, Dee Rees, Josephine Decker,
MAD MAX: FURY ROAD: VILLAGE ROADSHOW/SHUTTERSTOCK; JOHN WICK: DAVID LEE/THUNDER ROAD/LIONSGATE/MJW/SUMMIT/SHUTTERSTOCK; THE FINAL MASTER: © UNITED ENTERTAINMENT/EVERETT COLLECTION
Reeves is a model-like figure, recalling Alain Sophia Takal, Chloé Zhao, Jordan Peele,
Delon in the Melville film, who cuts through Haifaa Al-Mansour, Ryan Coogler, Ava Du-
the Russian mob hangout with frictionless Vernay, Eva Vives
“gun-fu” and Brazilian jiujitsu takedowns. Film of the Decade
The muzzle flashes of the gunfight nearly Inherent Vice, a loopy paranoid masterpiece
match the rhythm of the flickering disco- Film Person of the Decade
ball lighting, and when Reeves emerges onto Jafar Panahi: It is not enough to be “in-
the nightclub floor, with undulating patterns spired” by his example. It’s much better to
projected behind him as throbbing EDM be furious on his behalf. As Rebecca West
Drug War is an exacting and pitiless fills the soundtrack, it momentarily embrac- once wrote, “a strong hatred is the best
mapping of cops, informants, and drug es its destiny as a musical. lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the
dealers, all triangulating to a deadly fate. It dark places of life, cutting away the dead
is another of Johnnie To’s rigorously com- 2015 things men tell us to revere.”
posed gangster films, but the first made MAD MAX: FURY ROAD
with Mainland money. This one feels Final Chase Back to the Citadel RICHARD PEÑA
more mechanical than the Election dyad Professor, Columbia University
or Exiled, as if the characters are playing Films of the Decade (unranked)
out predetermined fates. Timmy (Louis Cemetery of Splendor, An Elephant Sitting
Koo) is the snitch, who forces a collision Still, Ida, The Image Book, In the Last Days of
between the undercover cops who are the City, Leviathan (Paravel & Castaing-Tay-
controlling him and the drug gangs he has lor), Loveless, Marriage Story, Melancho-
been attempting to infiltrate. To orches- lia, Monrovia, Indiana, My Golden Days,
trates the final shootout in near silence, Mysteries of Lisbon, Neighboring Sounds,
punctuated by short staccato bursts of Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, An Over-
bullets as Timmy tries to orient the cops UKORNKƂECVKQPQH*GT$GCWV[, Pain and Glory,
and gangs against each other in a mutually Like The Raid, this is one long action Penance, Phantom Thread, Pina, The Rider,
assured destruction of crossfire. But the sequence, though a chase film rather Silent Souls, The Social Network, Stranger by
geometry fails Timmy as well, who ends than a fight, a rolling revue of malformed the Lake, Toni Erdmann, A Touch of Sin, We
up handcuffed to his own deadly design. steampunk freaks, pole-jumping maniacs, Are What We Are, Zama
and one demented power chord–playing Best New Filmmakers (ranked)
2014 mascot, all driving armored muscle cars Hu Bo, Chloé Zhao, Britni West, Pietro
JOHN WICK and trying to take down a one-armed Marcello, Jazmin Lopez, Jordan Peele,
Red Circle Club Charlize Theron and a mute Tom Hardy. Mikhaël Hers, Carlo Mirabella-Davis, Daouda
An overwhelming work orchestrated by Coulibaly, Alice Rohrwacher
George Miller and his longtime stunt chore- Film of the Decade
ographer Guy Norris, the film is a testament In the Last Days of the City
to the remarkable stunt performers who Film Person of the Decade
labored for five months to bring their vision 0GVƃKZCYQTFVJCVUKOWNVCPGQWUN[CTQWUGU
to the screen. It all comes together with hope, despair, love, and hatred for cinema.
overwhelming force in the final chase, a
gonzo act of action filmmaking in which DANIELA PERSICO
there are spectacular car crashes, bloom- Selection committee, Locarno Film Festival
ing explosions, obscenely risky stunts Top 10 Films (ranked)
For Hollywood, action films the 2010s (especially on those bendy poles that dip Holy Motors, The Tree of Life, Uncle Boon-
were defined by the ascendance of 87eleven into moving vehicles), and hand-to-hand mee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, The
Action Design. It was founded by ex-stunt- combat atop speeding wrecks that is pure Turin Horse, No Home Movie, Vitalina Varela,
men Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, piston-pumping poetry. ’Til Madness Do Us Part, Leviathan (Paravel
whose innovation was creating a one-stop & Castaing-Taylor), Liberté, Arabian Nights
shop, selling complete action sequences to 2016 Film Persons of the Decade
films still in preproduction, providing the THE FINAL MASTER Lav Diaz and David Lynch, because they
choreography, the stunt performers, and the Series of Duels found an antidote to cinema being “tele-
second unit direction. (They would even XKUGFqVJGƂTUVD[IKXKPICPGYOGCPKPIVQ
train your star.) Stalhelski and Leitch, of ƂNOKEPCTTCVKXGVJGUGEQPFD[KORNQFKPIVJG
course, went on to start the ongoing John idea of the TV series.
Wick franchise, which was heavily influenced Top 10 Italian Films of the Decade (ranked)
by Hong Kong choreographer Yuen Woo- The King, Le quattro volte, Happy as
ping, whom they saw at work on The Matrix Lazzaro, Spira Mirabilis, Martin Eden, El Si-
as members of the stunt team. The standout cario, Room 164, Happy Times Will Come
sequence in the first John Wick is the Red Soon, The Other Side, Fire at Sea, The
Circle nightclub shootout, an homage to Young Observant
PERSONAL VIEWS continued Penny Lane, Gabriel Abrantes, Eloy Enciso, Luke Lorentzen, Lorene Scafaria
Virgil Vernier, Ezequiel Yanco
clung to, come(s) to an end, Parasite sums it up Film of the Decade AMY TAUBIN
with a perfectly calibrated symphony of chaos. Stranger by the Lake: CƂNOYKVJOCP[ Contributing Editor, Film Comment and
Film Person of the Decade dimensions, within the simplicity of a story of Artforum
Kevin Feige (Oh come on, you know it’s true...) desire and genre. I am left speechless and Top 20 Films (ranked)
completely seduced. Spoor, The Clock, No Home Movie, Goodbye
JOSH & BENNY SAFDIE Film Persons of the Decade to Language, The Sky Socialist: Environs and
Directors, Uncut Gems Kristen Stewart and Gilberto Perez Out-Takes, Parasite, A Dangerous Method,
Top 11 Films (ranked) Zodiac, Che, The Irishman, Moonlight, I Am
Phantom Thread, The Favourite, Margaret PAUL SCHRADER Not Your Negro, A Touch of Sin, Only Lovers
(director’s cut), Under the Skin, The Wolf of Director, First Reformed Left Alive, Wild Grass, Boyhood, Honeyland,
Wall Street, Inside Llewyn Davis, The Act of Top 10 Films (ranked) The Assassin, Get Out, Toni Erdmann
Killing/The Look of Silence, Parasite, Behind First Reformed, Clouds of Sils Maria, The Stu- Best New Filmmakers (ranked)
the Candelabra, Bitter Lake/I’m Still Here, dent, Ida, The Irishman, Boyhood, Burning, Jordan Peele, Greta Gerwig, Damien
Hard to Be a God Pain and Glory, The Tree of Life, Leviathan Chazelle, Kantemir Balagov, Boots Riley,
(Andrey Zvyagintsev) Ava DuVernay, Benh Zeitlin, Nanfu Wang,
SUKHDEV SANDHU Asif Kapadia, Antonio Méndez Esparza,
Director of the Colloquium for Unpopular MICHAEL SRAGOW Alice Rohrwacher, Ezra Edelman, Tim
Culture at New York University Contributing Editor, Film Comment Sutton, Charles Ferguson, Keith Miller, Sam
Top 10 Films (ranked) Top 10 Films (unranked) Fleischner, Jonathan Olshefski, Tatiana
Nostalgia for the Light, A Story of Chil- The Social Network, Foxtrot, Vincere, Huezo, Dee Rees, Laura Bispuri
dren and Film, The Clock, Toni Erdmann, Spotlight, Ida, A Separation, Timbuktu,
Paddington 2, Melancholia, Poetry, Faces The Missing Picture, The Sisters Brothers, GINA TELAROLI
Places, Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Paddington 2 Filmmaker; critic; video archivist, Martin
Past Lives, Before Midnight Film of the Decade Scorsese’s Sikelia Productions
Best New Filmmakers (ranked) The Social Network Top 10 Films (ranked)
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EDITORS’ CHOICE
NICOLAS RAPOLD
Bacurau
First Cow
The Irishman
Little Women
Marriage Story (A)
Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood (B)
Parasite
Portrait of a Lady on Fire (C)
A B The Souvenir
Uncut Gems
New Old Pick: Hajka (1977)
CLINTON KRUTE
1. Uncut Gems (D)
2. First Cow
3. Bacurau
4. Marriage Story
5. High Life (E)
6. Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story
7. The Souvenir (F)
C D 8. Atlantics
9. Peterloo
10. The Irishman
STEVEN MEARS
1. The Irishman (G)
2. Marriage Story
3. Parasite
4. Transit
5. Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood
6. The Souvenir
7. Ash Is Purest White
8. Ray & Liz
E F
9. The Image Book (H)
10. Knives Out
DEVIKA GIRISH
1. Transit
2. Atlantics
3. Bacurau
4. Uncut Gems
5. Synonyms
6. Little Women (J)
7. Martin Eden (I)
8. Ray & Liz
G H 9. High Life
10. America (Garrett Bradley)
New Old Pick: Reason, Debate, and a
Tale (1977)
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WHAT FILMS ROSE TO THE TOP AND time atop another such that the past speaks
forcefully and movingly of the present, and
WHY THEY SHOULD ENDURE vice versa.—Dan Sullivan
TRANSIT
PARASITE dirge through the same era. In Rolling Thun- Christian Petzold once again conjures
Bong Joon Ho’s film explodes any lin- der Revue, Bob Dylan creates an ever expand- history as a particular alchemy of fate and
gering notion that great art must bear ing world, moving beyond the real into the the cold logics of power. The filmmaker’s
some relation to subtlety, as well as any fabulous. That type of generative expression, fascination with the interventions of chance
presumption that unsubtle art is, by exten- or any type of expression, is in short supply finds its perfect muse in Anna Seghers’s
sion, uncomplicated. What might have in The Irishman. Mafia soldier Frank Sheeran 1944 novel about a refugee whose escape
served as subtexts of Bong’s diabolical moves through history in a dissociative from Nazi-occupied Paris to Marseille—
class critique—the tenacity of patriarchy, daze, watching reports of his own actions on where he remains stranded in wait for a
the imminence of climate cataclysm, the television like a passive observer. Words are transit visa to Mexico—is propelled by a
baseless aura conferred on all things Amer- used to obscure, avoid, insinuate, and mis- series of coincidences. Tasked with deliver-
ican—emerge very much as text. The fear- direct, Sheeran remains willfully, necessarily ing the documents of a dead writer to his
some machine that is Parasite keeps rotat- unknowable to himself and his loved ones, wife, our protagonist begins, by accident,
ing, flaunting different faces of its argument and his world steadily narrows until he’s all to impersonate the writer, and falls in love
and intricacies of its engineering, somehow alone with nothing but the view through a with the wife, who haunts the city’s cob-
coaxing us toward frequent cheers or cracked door.—Nellie Killian blestoned streets in search of her husband.
laughs despite its devastating diagnosis: it Petzold turns the spectrality of this premise
has so got all of our numbers. I’m wary ONCE UPON A TIME… IN into a critique of the repetitions of history:
of the reflex to elevate immaculate form HOLLYWOOD mixing references to WWII-era Europe with
over provocative mess, but coming off two Quentin Tarantino’s latest film is tantaliz- a modern mise en scène, he sets Transit in
prior Bong features, Snowpiercer and Okja, ingly out of step with the products of the a liminal, unsettlingly familiar present of
that uneasily balanced competing impulses late-’60s dream factory to which it pays lov- refugees in crisis. Even the film’s reckless
toward precision and chaos, momen- ing tribute: it’s long, it’s slow, very little actu- romanticism becomes a powerful evocation
tum and disarray, the shape and focus of ally happens during its luxuriant runtime, of the condition of statelessness. Petzold
Parasite feel all the more remarkable. If and it barely introduces anything resembling understands that in the sheer opacity of
there’s something slightly pitiless about dramatic conflict until its second half. And bureaucratic limbo, in its maddening antic-
the exercise—and the performances, espe- yet it seemed to dominate the cultural dis- ipation and semiotic craziness, love—with
cially by Jo Yeo-jeong and Song Kang-ho, course—for 30 seconds anyway—just the its promise of making you anew—can feel
thankfully invite our compassion—well, same as would any big-budget live-action like the ultimate sign.—Devika Girish
the emergencies Bong confronts, the emer- comic book adaptation or YA cash-grab or
gencies we all confront, don’t allow much what have you. Indeed, the film has been all ATLANTICS
time for pity.—Nick Davis but talked into the ground: its astonishing Mati Diop’s debut feature opens with an
lead performances, the characteristically exodus, but really it is a tale of home, of
THE IRISHMAN naïve act of historical revisionism that brings those left behind, and inevitably of return.
“Crazy that the real life events in [Martin its narrative to a delirious close, Robert Rich- Unlike its progenitor—Diop’s 2009 non-
Scorsese’s The Irishman & Rolling Thunder ardson’s transporting cinematography, the fiction short, Atlantiques—the feature is
Revue], happening at the same time, actually sheer scope and anal-compulsive richness of primarily a love story, as much between
occurred in the same country or even on the Tarantino’s parallel-1969, and its sometimes Diop and Senegal as between its star-
same planet.” Filmmaker and archivist Gina confounding politics. But I suspect we’ll still crossed young protagonists: the increas-
Telaroli’s tweet has rattled around in my be talking about it for some time to come; it’s ingly rebellious Ada (Mama Sané), stuck
head as I watch and rewatch The Irishman, a one of its maker’s banner achievements and, in an arranged engagement to a wealthy
film that trades Rolling Thunder’s late-20th- moreover, it seems to belong to neither 1969 businessman, and handsome construction
century utopian striving for a purgatorial nor 2019—proof positive that, while films worker Souleiman (Ibrahima Traoré). But
STOP US FROM FEELING THE LOVE siderable turmoil simmering under the
surface, the years of familiarity exploding
BY NICOLAS RAPOLD with unpredictable force. I’m thinking
of The Irishman, and the Anna Paquin
R
character’s now infamous silent reproach,
ecently, i was talking about “Are you eating it... or is it eating you?”) echoed later by another sister, both fearful
the legacy of the 2010s with some I thought about writing all that up, and and resentful of the violence behind their
colleagues. We fell into an ebb then (as if in some natural immunoreac- father’s protectiveness. Ad Astra likewise
and flow as old as time, but more tion) I decided instead to write about love. struck a chord, with a son traveling mil-
sharply felt than ever: marveling at the Sure, the class tensions in the tale-of- lions of miles to finally broach a father’s
artistic peaks reached, lamenting the rise in two-houses poll winner Parasite, or the fortress of solitude (curiously, a second
corporate conglomeration. (Full disclosure: differently stratified Atlantics, or Synonyms film in which Brad Pitt plays the good
we were recording ourselves for The Film and its thoroughgoing sense of outsider- soldier). Finally, and most perversely, Claire
Comment Podcast. Critic, monetize thyself!) ness might have seemed to have a lock on Denis’s High Life finds no solace in space as
As 2019 came to a close, I felt the urge to any year-round analysis, especially against a father and daughter, born under a dark
point out how “awards season” had steadily the backdrop of 21st-century plutocracy. star, seek the annihilating union of a black
moved from being an occasionally fun But my eyes instead are drawn to the utter hole’s singularity. There’s more hope, albeit
distraction and industry subject to a gov- folly of love portrayed in Ryûsuke Hama- amidst great suffering, to be had in the
erning framework for much public writing guchi’s Asako I & II, a film whose compar- families-as-teams of Parasite and Us, each
on film (or at least some of the loudest). atively small release did not prevent our facing different all-consuming crises.
What once was a diverting realm of possi- contributors from remembering its great But it’s self-love that beats within the
bility now seemed to be the only game in heart, heedlessly romantic and baffling in heart of two more of this year’s chart-top-
town, or rather, the only playing field on the truest way. And managing to reinvent pers. In Pain and Glory, a supremely tender
which some films existed for many writers, the camera’s view on that most durable of Antonio Banderas gives us an aging artist
and implicitly a license to ignore other screen subjects, Céline Sciamma’s Portrait who comes to terms with himself, while
movies. Likewise, streaming has become of a Lady on Fire closes the year with a Adam Sandler in Uncut Gems (which might
as inescapable as “the weather” as a topic stunning telling of the age-old artist-and- also be called Pain and Glory) hurtles into
in movie discourse—and, in a strange bit muse story, merging its painter’s perspec- a personal tragedy of unrealized self-worth,
of linguistic drift, a consumer category of tive with the look of desire, and discover- in pursuit of the ultimate big win. Which
delivery, sorting, and viewing has somehow ing each anew. Its final scene sits at the top is all to say that the path of love is never
become a catchall term for moving-image of the year’s proudly and exhilaratingly smooth, with the year’s leading films alter-
stuff. (Which reminds me of a tagline for melodramatic highs. nately leaving us to marvel at the miracle
the late Larry Cohen’s 1985 opus The Stuff: That’s only the start of what resembles and mull over the wreckage. z
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The Square
THE SQUARE: COURTESY OF CURZON ARTIFICIAL EYE
PRECISION M
y favorite moment in citizen kane has
nothing to do with deep focus or low angles or
antique sleds. It’s the scene where Mr. Bernstein
STRIKES
(Everett Sloane), Kane’s kindhearted business
manager, recalls a day in 1896 when he spotted
a girl with a white parasol on a ferry about to
dock as his own was pulling away. “I only saw her for one sec-
ond,” he muses. “She didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month
hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl.” Bernstein
A SINGLE SCENE IS ALL THAT SOME is an incurable romantic, but he’s learned—as only one can,
ACTORS NEED TO LEAVE A MARK. the hard way—that a momentous encounter doesn’t need a lot
STEVEN MEARS ON MAKING IT COUNT of time, or a lot of talk, or even a shred of context, to become
Citizen Kane
enshrined in the memory. Sometimes one second is enough. fealty to a star system—one that periodically changes its face but
And sometimes, in the case of a movie, one scene is plenty. never loosens its grip—prevent us from fully acknowledging the
When performer and material are simpatico, screen time hardly contributions of sub-supporting actors, or thinking of them in
matters; our sojourn with them is no less resonant for its brevity, more nuanced terms than that of the cameo, with its connotation
and quite often more so. As long as we’re on Kane, consider Agnes of guest stars winking their way to a fast paycheck?
Moorehead’s fleeting appearance as the future tycoon’s near-som- Indeed, I couldn’t tell you whodunit in Hawks’s The Big Sleep,
nambulant mother, signing him over to a banker’s custody with but my mind’s eye returns to Dorothy Malone’s amorous book-
no outward emotion, but suggesting the source of her fugue state seller, assenting to share a bottle of rye—and whatever may fol-
by resolving to send the boy where his father “can’t get at him.” low—with Bogart, by closing the door, turning to face him, and
Many critics including Roger Ebert have suggested that Moore- lowering the shade behind her back. Or to Madeleine Lebeau, the
head gives the film’s greatest performance, despite putting less French actress who fled to Lisbon with her Jewish husband, and,
than four minutes on the clock, as it were. Why, then, must our via forged letters of transit, found herself on the Warner Brothers
M
Fincher’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, an antisocial nature.
ara, meanwhile, had her own here-and-gone But within these spheres of toxic collegiate and corporate mas-
moment of revelation in David Fincher’s The culinity, the fresh-faced Erica is the most well-adjusted person by
Social Network (2010): apart from a brief second far. Is it any wonder that she’s banished straightaway?
scene and the odd momentary cutaway, her role While Mara’s then-unknown-quantity status helped her
concludes before her name appears in the opening make an impression in her limited screen time, occasionally the
credits. But as Erica, the soon-to-be ex-girlfriend opposite is true: our cumulative memories and past associations
whom Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg) insults, contrives Facebook of the performer give their single scene added heft or authen-
to spite, and then pines for dejectedly, Mara is the film’s structuring ticity. Nowhere is this more evident than in Harry Belafonte’s
absence—and not a forfeited prize, but a self-realized individual. brief but galvanizing appearance in last year’s Spike Lee–directed
In the film’s loquacious prologue, which plants Eisenberg and BlacKkKlansman. Our awareness that the 91-year-old singer and
Mara dead-center in a crowded frame facing one another, Mark actor was a towering figure in the American civil rights move-
prattles on about Harvard final clubs and other yardsticks of ment, helping to finance
THE SOCIAL NETWORK: COLUMBIA/KOBAL/SHUTTERSTOCK
success. Typical of screenwriter Aaron Sorkin, the couple thrust Even with the requisite the 1961 Freedom Rides
and parry with words, their tangents ricocheting off other tangents metronomic delivery, and organize the March
(“I didn’t know they take SATs in China”; “I wasn’t talking about on Washington in 1963,
China anymore, I was talking about me”). While more than able to
Rooney Mara makes contributes moral weight
hold her own in Sorkin’s verbal gymnastics, Erica seems to stand her baroque dialogue and gravitas to his portrait
in for his critics when she snaps at Mark, “Sometimes you say two in The Social Network of aged activist Jerome
things at once and I’m not sure which one I’m supposed to be sound natural and Turner. Invited to address a
aiming at!” Later she angrily asserts that she’s not speaking in code, Colorado university’s Black
which could be read as a veiled reference to how all the writer’s
spontaneous; cru- Student Union, Turner
creations (now including the children in his Broadway adaptation cially, she maneuvers offers a sickening firsthand
of To Kill a Mockingbird) express themselves through complex the opening scene account of the kangaroo
semantics and circumlocution. through its many tonal trial and public lynching
Even with the requisite metronomic delivery, Mara makes her of Jesse Washington, a
baroque dialogue sound natural and spontaneous; crucially, she shifts, from playful to mentally handicapped black
maneuvers the scene through its many tonal shifts, from playful aggrieved to indignant. teenager accused of raping a
to aggrieved to indignant. Eisenberg is effectively prickly and white woman in 1916.
S
Wizard David Duke (a fittingly feckless Topher Grace). The bril-
liance of the sequence’s design becomes clear when Turner notes ometimes a scene can articulate the movie’s key
that the resurgence of Klan activity followed on the heels of D.W. ideas through a character with no relevance to its
Griffith’s 1915 release The Birth of a Nation—and Lee shows the plot. That’s the case with the disquieting setpiece
film being simultaneously screened by the new inductees of the in Ruben Östlund’s 2017 The Square that involves
KKK, who hoot and cheer as though it were a raucous comedy. performance artist Oleg Rozojin (Terry Notary).
Griffith’s notorious milestone is credited with pioneering the At a black-tie dinner for patrons of the X-Royal art
grammar of film as a narrative medium, including cross-cutting museum in Stockholm, Oleg’s impression of a rampant ape first
between synchronous events. By adopting that same technique titillates, then alarms and infuriates the guests.
to demonstrate the harm caused by irresponsible art, Lee wrests Motion-capture performer and former Cirque du Soleil star
BLACKKKLANSMAN: DAVID LEE/FOCUS FEATURES
it away from Griffith and reclaims it. And in ending the episode Notary was discovered by Östlund when the director Googled
with Turner’s words “In the name of black power,” inciting the “actor imitating monkey” and then viewed his audition for Rise of
students to unify for the sake of progress, Lee is showing us not the Planet of the Apes. Notary’s lurching movements are startling-
just the ideological legacy of Jerome Turner but also its continua- ly simian, responding to the actors in the scene (many of whom
tion in the form of his heir, Harry Belafonte, strong and commit- are extras and look earnestly terrified) the way an animal reacts
ted and unbearably poignant, his fortitude undiminished by age. to stimuli: devouring approval but lashing out against taunts
You also feel the accrued mileage in the bearing of 88-year-old or displays of fear. Oleg continues his act even when ordered
character actress Margaret Bowman in David Mackenzie’s 2016 to stand down by the museum curator, grabbing a woman by
neo-western Hell or High Water. Unnamed and visible for a mere the hair and mounting her, while for a long time (in a nod to
minute and a half, Bowman’s steakhouse waitress, aptly described Östlund’s prior Force Majeure) the well-heeled guests are too
as a rattlesnake, affords the most memorable eatery standoff since frozen in fright to defend her. As critic Michael Koresky observed
Jack Nicholson told his server where she could hold the chicken in these pages, the sequence is utterly detached from the rest of
in Five Easy Pieces. She enters the frame with the priceless open- the narrative: “Like those in the dining room, we’re left to wonder
ing salvo “What don’t you want?”, allowing diners Jeff Bridges what we just watched, who in the room was in on it, and what
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scribing to class-based essential- other than a domestic.
ilm history is very young—as old as two lifetimes, ism. Susan Tyrrell (RIP 2012)
and not even particularly long ones at that. And year after was of San Francisco socialite 2013
year, living linkages to certain discrete eras in film history stock, but who could surpass her The American avant-garde
are snipped. What follows are brief eulogies to individuals, boozy Stockton slattern in John took heavy losses through the
organized by year of death, but also eulogies to the film-historical Huston’s Fat City (1972)? decade, with the expiry of its
moments or the particular qualities that they exemplified. It does loudest proselytizers—Amos
not pretend to be a comprehensive roll call of the departed, nor Vogel (2012), late of New
could such a thing be possible, but should be taken instead as an York’s Cinema 16, and the
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idiosyncratic history of the 2010s as seen through the people lost, brothers with whom he’d
and what went with them. fueded bitterly, Adolfas (2011)
and Jonas Mekas (2019), both
sible for a passel of brilliant also mighty practitioners. But
films, these figures helped in don’t forget the avant-garde
no small way to decentralize performers, particularly the
U.S. cinema, wresting power man that J. Hoberman called
from its coastal capitals with “the first underground movie
disreputable daring. star”: Taylor Mead (4), the
capering, mugging, polymor-
2011 3 phous-pervert lead in Ron
Born to a Catholic family in Rice’s The Flower Thief (1960)
Warrington, Lancashire, Peter 2012
William Postlethwaite (2) died An African-American film-
two days into the year, having maker affiliated with the con-
1 recently been the most authen- federation of black UCLA Film
tic aspect by a considerable School graduates known as the
2010 margin in Ben Affleck’s The L.A. Rebellion, Jamaa Fanaka
The deaths this decade of Town (2010). The embodiment (3), unlike his compatriots, was
George A. Romero, Tobe of the tyrannical working-class drawn to popular idioms and
Hooper, and even Herschell patriarch in Terence Davies’s pulp filmmaking—as such, he
Gordon Lewis and his car- Distant Voices, Still Lives was an outsider twice over. His
ny-barker producer David F. (1988), Postlethwaite came Penitentiary trilogy (1979, 1982,
Friedman were widely noted, from the social background de- 1987) is a riot, a burlesque
but the culling of American picted, granting him a terrible of ultracompetitive capitalist 4
genre regionalists began early society in miniature, played out
with the passing of Charles 2 on the cellblock, distinguished and Andy Warhol’s incompa-
B. Pierce (1), the longtime by gonzo humor and more rably titled Taylor Mead’s Ass
Texarkana resident who drew than a touch of the Buñuelian (1964). In the year of his death
on the lore of his native land— absurd. Firsts in representation he had been bought out of his
his The Legend of Boggy Creek are today routinely claimed old Ludlow St. apartment, and
(1972) was based on reports by an industrial filmmaking he took a piece of New York
of the Fouke Monster haunt- system that likes to attach all City with him. I never knew
ing Miller County, while The credit for progress to itself, the old NYC before Giuliani,
Town That Dreaded Sundown but in point of fact they were but seeing Mead monologue
(1976) is a semidocumen- earned by black talents at work and recite verse in his regular
tary slasher dramatizing the against impossible odds in the slots at the Bowery Poetry
unsolved Moonlight Murders 1960s and ’70s—talents disap- Club, you could breathe some-
of 30 years earlier. Respon- pearing fast today, like Maya thing of its air.
Lizabeth Scott (6) died in 2015 where his Witold Gombrowicz unjustly forgotten figures from
at age 92, predeceased by her adaptation Cosmos premiered, the dustbin of history; quite
screen career, stalled after a vi- as he lamented to me about “this touchingly, he called me to
cious tabloid campaign circulat- terrible boredom which assails compliment something I’d
ing rumors about her sexuality, European cinemas now, and written about Don Weis. Sur-
but she left behind a handful these terrible festivals...” vivors from cinephilia’s heroic
of top-flight noir denizens: an era are going in short order:
5 unusual, vulnerable ingénue in 2017 Hans Hurch, legendary Viennale
André de Toth’s Pitfall (1948); The moving-image event of director, succumbed the year
2014 and a goddess of death in Byron 2017, the 18 episodes collectively prior, while the French film
Patrick Lung Kong (5) is far Haskin’s Too Late for Tears referred to as Twin Peaks: The buffs to whom we owe so much
from a known quantity in the (1949), which has her damn Return had a funerary air. Stars of our understanding of the me-
West, despite having spent his near get away with the crime in Miguel Ferrer and Warren dium’s history thinned in 2019
later years on Staten Island, but style. Gone too are Lauren Bacall Frost died only months before with the death of Jean Douchet,
he was quietly one of the most (2014) and Dorothy Malone the series’ airing. “Log Lady” a repository of lived knowledge
influential figures in Hong Kong (2018), two of the moody Catherine E. Coulson—ap- no database can equal.
cinema. A champion of dramas beauties of Howard Hawks’s The pearing frail with cancer, hair
in the local Cantonese tongue Big Sleep (1946), and a personal sparse, using an oxygen tank to 9
during a period when Mandarin favorite, Audrey Totter (2013), breathe, enormously moving
ruled, Lung Kong turned out whose baleful hoyden dominates in her handful of scenes—had
stylistically adventurous, pas- wimpy Richard Basehart in John already preceded them. They
sionate social dramas like Teddy Berry’s Tension (1949). were joined in not so long a
Girls (1969) and The Story of a time by Harry Dean Stanton
Discharged Prisoner (1967), to 7 and Robert Forster, while the
which early acolyte John Woo— stock-footage specters of David
who as a youth had observed the Bowie and Don S. Davis haunt
master on set—and Tsui Hark the show. The contemplation 2019
turned for source material when of mortality, of course, was ad- The critic Louis Skorecki called
making A Better Tomorrow dressed as profoundly here as in Jean-Claude Brisseau (9) one
(1986). A mentor and facilitator any American entry in a decade of two filmmakers of the last 30
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to generations of filmmakers, of Late Style statement films. years “worthy of [the] designa-
including Tang Shu-shuen and tion of ‘director,’” but Brisseau
Patrick Tam, Lung Kong was 2016 2018 was always something of a cult
not only a powerful cineaste but The leading lights of the Czecho- Intimate of Clint Eastwood, foil item, further marginalized
also a type that cinema cannot slovak New Wave have all but to Jean-Pierre Melville, O.G. when a 2002 sexual harassment
do without: the great organizer been dimmed with the passing of MacMahoniste shit-stirrer, case tied to the casting of his
and well-wisher. 8øTC|%J[VKNQX½ in 2014 followed Secret Things, for which he’d
by the deaths in 2018 of Miloš 8 been tried and punished by a
2015 Forman and Juraj Herz. Easily French court, was revived in
Let us say a word for the their equal was ,CP0øOGE(7), 2017 on the eve of a scheduled
femmes—fatale and oth- author of some of the most free, Cinémathèque Française ret-
erwise—who occupied the fierce works of the Prague Spring: rospective. A titanic, idiosyn-
shadowy zones of the thrillers Diamonds of the Night (1964) cratic post–New Wave talent,
eventually dubbed film noir. and A Report on the Party and the Brisseau’s obsessive cinema, for
Guests (1966). At odds with his good or ill, belongs to an art
6 country’s government and too Pierre Rissient (8) was a form still serious about sex. The
volatile for Hollywood, he spent programmer, tastemaker, and Continental sensualists whose
years as a wedding videographer, tireless cinephile excavator until work has sometimes been cate-
only to return home in 1989 to his remarkable run came to a gorized as “Eurosleaze” have no
make fresh provocations. We close in 2018, but not before he inheritors. A moment of silence,
can’t hope to see again the dissi- proclaimed Long Day’s Journey then, for Jesús Franco, deceased
dent energy of these Eastern Bloc Into Night a “flaming torch in in 2013, preceded to the grave
auteurs, but I’ll long cherish the the heart of the night . . . a poetry by his partner, collaborator, and
memory of drinking a 10 a.m. of blood.” Rissient introduced frequent star, Lina Romay; and
beer with interviewee Andrzej the West to Lino Brocka and for Jean Rollin, author of The
ŎWĜCYUMK—another 2016 casual- took King Hu’s A Touch of Zen Nude Vampire (1970) and other
ty—the previous year at Locarno, to Cannes in 1975, retrieving works of fantastique erotica. O
the trial of the century: lasting from 1986 To escape threats on his life, Buscetta
The Traitor to 1992, the Maxi Trial, held the country
spellbound in a media-ready melodrama
flees to Rio, setting himself up in style in
another stunning villa overlooking the sea.
BY M O LLY H A S KE L L that no playwright could invent. The scenes In doing so, he abandons his sons to their
portrayed are mind-boggling. In a specially fate—an act that will haunt him more than
Director: Marco Bellocchio constructed courtroom within a Sicilian any murders he may have directly commit-
Country/Distributor: Italy/France/Germany/ prison, inmates shout from behind a glass ted. Arrested by the Brazilian police he is
Brazil, Sony Pictures Classics window. One demands to be heard as an subjected to information-extracting tactics
Opening: January 31 interrogator—the judge accedes. Another the mafia could only admire. At one point
displays a bloody mouth: he has sewn his lips he is flown in a helicopter over the sea and
A
nother elegiac gangster film shut. Wives join the chorus, bedlam ensues. forced to watch while his wife is dangled
by a septuagenarian director, Marco Before then, the movie opens with a long, from a neighboring helicopter. Senora Bus-
Bellocchio’s Sicilian saga clocks in noisy blast of a party, a last-ditch attempt chetta is then transferred to America, and
at a relatively brisk two-and-a-half hours, to reunite the two warring factions that if he ever wants to see her again, he must
but, as with its American counterpart, The only reveals fraying seams in both the mob cough up names and deeds—the ostensible
Irishman, it spans continents and decades families and the marital ones. The music reason for his decision to turn snitch.
while casting a retrospective eye over the plays, couples dance; this spectacle of a tribal Because of the complexity of the
THE TRAITOR: COURTESY OF AD VITAM
iniquities of the Cosa Nostra during one of culture on the verge of collapse might be the film’s story, its different time frames, and
its temporary if spectacular decimations. opera buffa version of the great ballroom DeMille-size cast, Bellocchio furnishes
Dense and brooding, but, like Scorsese’s scene in Visconti’s The Leopard, that valedic- explanatory titles and bulletins for the
film, vigorously told, The Traitor also tory moment when the gentry foresees its non-Italian viewer. In the contrapuntal
unfolds under the looming shadow of own demise. Buscetta momentarily leaves rhythm now favored by gangster films, we
mortality, of time running out for aging the party, scanning the horizon for his son. cut back and forth between movement and
kingpins, and of debts coming due. When he finds the drug-addled Benedetto stasis, from violent hits—cars explode, a
At the center, a superb Pierfrancesco Fa- staggering from the sea, Father drags him warehouse reverberates with bullet fire—to
vino plays Tommaso Buscetta, the informer toward the villa, beating his son as he does— scenes of menacing quiet. Rendered back
who fingered members of the rival Corleone the first sign of the devastation of heroin and to Palermo, Buscetta finds himself in a
family and precipitated what was for Italy a foreshadowing of the calamities to come. series of confrontations with Giovanni
Falcone (Fausto Russo Alesi), the heroic Fists in the Pocket (1965), his debut feature,
prosecutor who would secure some 360 he has a deep feeling for the psychological
convictions and pay for it with his life in a chamber music, both harsh and sweet, of the
car explosion. ties that bind, and even his dramatizations
Their duet begins in wary antagonism: of political figures and social issues are an-
Buscetta claiming the new mafia is not like chored in micro family or familial relation-
the old one as he tries to portray himself as a ships. Good Morning, Night (2003), about
man of honor with shopworn and patently the abduction and killing of Aldo Moro by
false claims (never kill children; help the the Red Brigade, finds its nerve center in
poor; no trafficking in heroin), while Falcone the intensely ambivalent interplay between SHORT TAKE ened the much edg-
replies, “The older noble mafia is a myth.” Moro and the pretty daughter-like figure AND THEN WE iÀÓä£{}i`iÀyÕ`
Buscetta’s charm offensive wilts before the of his captor though the two never actually DANCED romance Something
quiet integrity of his interrogator. The pariah come face to face. Vincere (2009) relates the Must Break, endows
and the prosecutor, once on opposite sides, story of Mussolini through the eyes of the Director: Levan Akin Ƃ½ÃwÜÌ
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have both become mafia targets, and as they mistress he once loved and later scorned. Country/Distributor: lush, ruddy color
ruefully discuss their pending deaths, not if Fists in the Pocket, the story of a provin- Sweden/Georgia/ palette. The script,
but when and how, they develop a camarade- cial bourgeois family coming murderously France, Music Box unfortunately, is
rie that turns into affection, even love. apart, and made when he was only 25, was Films more perfunctory.
Aspiring to virtue according to the orig- taken as a portent of ’60s rebellion, but over Opening: February 7 The audiences likeli-
inal Latin definition of vir (manliness), they time it has emerged as something greater est to see And Then
are like two Roman soldiers on the battle- and more idiosyncratic: an up-close portrait Levan Akin’s Swed- We Danced are the
field: “I who am about to die salute you.” If of sexual perversity and homicidal mania ish-Georgian co-pro- surest to know where
this is a somewhat more heroic portrait than made more disturbing by the appalling cha- duction is a hand- it’s headed, and in
Buscetta’s self-serving career and hedonistic risma of its actors—an echo perhaps found some, engaging, but what order. Nearly
lifestyle (three wives on three continents) in Favino’s performance in The Traitor. Like predictable graft of everyone obeys the
might justify, let the record show he did go many a spectacular debut, Fists in the Pocket familiar genres: the usual choreogra-
on to furnish information to both the Italian set a standard of expectation that was hard passion play of a phies: Merab’s fond
and U.S. governments. Thanks to his help to meet, and unlike his contemporary Ber- young dancer, crav- but under-explored
in the famous “Pizza Connection” case of tolucci, Bellocchio remained in Italy. But if ing a spot in the com- female partner; his
1985, he was given American citizenship and we have been exposed to less of the director’s pany, and the queer new rival in the com-
a place in the witness protection program. work than it warrants, it is our provincialism coming-of-age para- pany, a strapping
Unlike Falcone, he would live out his natural rather than his that bears the blame. ble, amidst repressive peer from unknown
life, dying of cancer in 2000 at age of 71, in forces of family and parts; his pessimistic
an “unidentified location.” Molly Haskell has written for many publi- tradition. Akin’s script parents, themselves
Bellocchio, a maestro of family—here in cations, including The Village Voice, The vÕÃiÃÌ
iÃiVyVÌÃ ex-dancers; his iron-
both upper and lower case—portrays this New York Times, Ms., Saturday Review, and by devoting his hero willed artistic direc-
AND THEN WE DANCED: ANKA GUJABIDZE/COURTESY OF MUSIC BOX FILMS
pair’s unlikely brotherhood as the central Vogue. She is the author of Steven Spielberg: Merab (Levan Gel- tors. At least Merab’s
bond of The Traitor. As director of the har- A Life in Films and From Reverence to Rape: bakhiani) to the art older brother David
rowingly beautiful and perhaps unsurpassed The Treatment of Women in the Movies. of Georgian dance, (Giorgi Tsereteli),
where projections of set up as a nemesis,
virility and “mascu- squandering his
line” comportment talents on booze,
bors die of deprivation and bombardment have grown only more belatedly reveals
Beanpole in the city that starved for two and a half
years during the blockade. Just a few
sacrosanct with time.
The best thing
some unexpected
tenderness.
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evacuees return, the film begins. its athletic camera, reaped audience
Director: Kantemir Balagov Eponymously lanky Iya (Viktoria weaving around and awards at multiple
Country/Distributor: Russia, Kino Lorber Miroshnichenko, in an astonishing debut) between characters’ festivals and proven
Opening: January 29 stands in a hospital basement, white- bodies, observant of a progressive cause
blonde lashes and eyebrows disappearing their dynamism while célèbre in Georgia.
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et in leningrad in the autumn into sallow skin under yellow lights. Ksenia evoking, too, their There is much to
of 1945, Kantemir Balagov’s Beanpole Sereda’s cinematography is all saturated roiling ambitions and enjoy and celebrate—
is about what happens when the greens and reds that make the actors look unvoiced yearnings. just less to call novel,
fighting stops but civilians are still at war. like underground creatures blinded by their Gifted cinematog- and only modest lev-
Those who survived to see the German sudden emergence into blown-out color. rapher Lisabi Fridell, els of insight.
surrender in May had seen a million neigh- Before we see Iya, we hear her otherworldly, who similarly enliv- —Nick Davis
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am mendes’s 1917, which takes its own itinerary, whether to take in a Weinstein story ton supporter who
place amidst the carnage of World piece of atmosphere—clouds of flies over broke. Gretchen befriends Kayla.
War I, is dedicated to the memory of putrefied horseflesh or the eerie lights of
>ÀÃwi`> Deep at points
the director/co-writer’s paternal grand- a city ablaze by night—or to generate a complaint against but paper-thin at
father, Alfred Mendes, a veteran of the bit of suspense through selective conceal- Ailes in July 2016; Ì
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Great War and later a writer of distinc- ment, as when it turns away at the crucial Megyn Kelly even- skips over questions
tually admitted that of complicity, and
1917: COURTESY OF UNIVERSAL PICTURES; BOMBSHELL: HILARY B GAYLE/LIONSGATE
tion. His film follows two enlisted English moment that a downed German aviator
soldiers, played by George MacKay and draws a deadly knife. she, too, had been pulls some of its
Dean-Charles Chapman, on a mission to Practically speaking, the technical harassed. Featuring punches, especially
deliver a message concerning a German accomplishment of 1917 would have Charlize Theron politically. But it’s
maneuver to a neighboring battalion that, been impossible 15 years ago. The rise as Kelly, Nicole still an engaging
if delivered on time, could potentially of digital cinematography has meant the Kidman as Carl- look at life behind
save hundreds of lives. It’s an homage to elimination of the time limits imposed son, and Margot the scenes of one of
the heroism shown by the elder Mendes, by the traditional film magazine, so Robbie as “Kayla” the weirdest work-
and who could possibly protest such a whereas Alfred Hitchcock had to find (a composite), places in existence,
filial gesture? ways to cover the magazine changes in his Bombshell, directed and what really
However faultless these ostensible one-take experiment, Rope (1948), Alex- by Jay Roach with comes across is the
motives for making 1917 may be, the ander Sokurov could shoot his Russian a screenplay by diseased “group-
experience of viewing the movie suggests Ark (2002) in one 96-minute Steadicam Charles Randolph think” of the culture
a very different story: Mendes watching meander through the Winter Palace (The Big Short), has at Fox. Crackling
the endurance-test ordeal of The Revenant in Russia’s Hermitage Museum. In an a nervous ripped- with potshots at
(2015) or the bravura single-take opening undertaking like 1917, with its multiple from-the-headlines Fox’s clown car of
of Gravity (2013) and thinking “I could do locations, intricate action sequences, and energy. on-air talent (Greta
something like that.” And with the aid of effects shots, engineering a true one-take Theron is excel- Van Susteren, Neil
cinematographer Roger Deakins, a squad- would be practically impossible, but here lent, but the choice Cavuto, Sean Han-
ron of craftsmen and technicians, and a postproduction innovations have come to use prosthetics, nity, Jeanine Pirro),
hundred million dollars, he has done it. to the rescue, allowing the filmmakers to rendering her Bombshell is most
The most noteworthy aesthetic gambit of suture together various long takes into a unrecognizable, is interesting when it
1917—evident from the opening, which seemingly seamless whole (as did Bi Gan L>vy}°`> is most ambiguous.
follows a long walk-and-talk traveling in his Long Day’s Journey Into Night). is simultaneously —Sheila O’Malley
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years, Karim Aïnouz’s inherently profound. ast october, a former assistant Assistant, Australian filmmaker Kitty Green
Invisible Life exam- As such, Eurídice to Harvey Weinstein named Rowena (Casting JonBenet) takes on the task of
ines how Brazil’s and Guida come to Chiu wrote an op-ed in The New York detailing the lives of these workers and the
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iÀ Times detailing her abuse and attempted webs of power and silence they’re often
desire and individual- longing. Piled-up rape at her boss’s hands two decades ago. caught in. Composited from hundreds of
ity. Eurídice falls into misfortunes and the One detail from her early career caught interviews that the director—whose prior
dreary domesticity epic passage of time my attention. During her first day on the filmography consists exclusively of doc-
after entering into become shallow job in 1998, she was asked to sit in front umentaries—conducted with women in
an arranged mar- substitutes for their of Weinstein at a screening. When she the industry, it’s a film of labored banality,
riage, and Guida, self-realization. moved slightly, he roared at her in rage. constructed to be as unspecific as its title
disowned by their —Beatrice Loayza Chiu wrote of the incident, “I should have and the name of its protagonist, Jane (Julia
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In taking us meticulously through the motions of a single day in the protagonist’s life, Kitty Green de-emphasizes
individual characters to foreground a workplace culture where monotony seems to have numbed moral instinct.
MOVIES
CLOCKWISE FROM TOP LEFT: COURTESY OF DISNEY+; COURTESY OF APPLE TV; COURTESY OF APPLE TV; DISNEY/KOBAL/SHUTTERSTOCK
Clockwise from top left: The Mandalorian, The Morning Show, Dickinson, The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes
XX Disney+, Apple TV+, and the streaming hustle least as cute as Baby Yoda—and 1985’s One Magic Christmas, in which
Harry Dean Stanton plays a Christmas angel who teaches harried
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he proliferation of original streaming content working mom Mary Steenburgen the true meaning of Christmas...
creates the illusion of choice, but what we have instead is—for by killing off her entire family (it’s true). Of course, hand-drawn mas-
the most part—a new era of risk-free, market-tested products. terpieces like Fantasia and Pinocchio are also part of the deal, which
This won’t abate, especially with recent twin launches of Netflix’s makes somewhat palatable the prospect of the new live-action Lady
highest-profile challengers yet. Both services are so unbelievably extra and the Tramp remake, an unnecessary reminder that the image of
that they have pluses in their names: November 1 heralded the start “real” dogs eating spaghetti is actually kind of disgusting.
of Apple TV+, followed by Disney+ 11 days later. Disney reported 10 Apple+ has tried to get in on the conversation with a buffet
million sign-ups for their streaming service on the first day (accord- of new series, but all of the pilots I’ve seen seem as though they
ing to The Economist it hopes to break even by 2024, once it reaches were conceived during lunch break on Slack. In See, an attempt
60 to 90 million subscribers); Apple TV+’s numbers are harder to at post-apocalyptic woodland mythmaking, slab-of-meat du jour
parse, since all customers with new Apple devices get the service Jason Momoa wields heavy weapons and says things like, “This
free for the first year—though it’s predicted to rack up 100 million is our home. We fight as one.” In Dickinson, an unimaginatively
subscribers by the end of that year. Both companies hope that their irreverent, camped-up “you go, girl” version of the life of the New
new shows and movies will become conversation-starters in the same England poet, featuring assistance from David Gordon Green,
way that Netflix once managed with series such as House of Cards, or, Hailee Steinfeld smirks while receiving dialogue like “You are such
more recently, prestige cinema like ROMA and The Irishman. a weirdo!” In the prefab, exhaustingly ripped-from-the-headlines
Unfortunately, with this much content, the content itself starts The Morning Show, Jennifer Aniston, Reese Witherspoon, and Steve
to feel beside the point. Most of the excitement around the launch Carell hand-wring over #MeToo mania in the most polished, dull,
of Disney+ has pivoted on its release of the first streaming proper- evenly lit manner possible.
ty in the Star Wars franchise, The Mandalorian, which features an With HBO Max—which has Warner Bros., New Line Cinema, and
appearance by something called Baby Yoda. But social media was also Studio Ghibli titles in its back pocket—breathing down their necks,
transfixed by older Disney titles of variable quality being pulled out it’s doubtful that Disney and Apple will stop the content steamroll
of the vault, meaning that you can also, at long last, watch 1969’s The anytime soon. But they’ll have to figure out a quality-over-quantity
Computer Wore Tennis Shoes—starring a young Kurt Russell, who’s at solution to retain the viewers they need to make a profit.
X 3 Faces Jafar Panahi, Iran, this cult 1973 riff on the postapocalyptic book by Michael
2018; Criterion Moorcock (who despised the movie) evokes the series The Aveng-
XX Atlantics Mati Diop, ers, which the director had worked on, with its flair for costuming,
France/Senegal/Belgium, cavalier dialogue, and sub-Bond follow-the-microfilm plotting. Jon
0GVƃKZ Finch, in Savile Row suits, plays a scientist whose also-scientist father
XX Burning Cane Phillip died and left a missing-piece secret wanted by another group of
;QWOCPU75#0GVƃKZ scientists—led by a lifeforce-vampiric mastermind played by Jenny
X Dawson City: Frozen Time Runacre—who are building an immortal messiah. If I tell you Ster-
Bill Morrison, USA, 2016; ling Hayden and Patrick Magee also appear, it’ll sound better than it
Ovid/Kanopy is—but there’s a comfort-food appeal to middling sci-fi, whereby we
XX Dolemite Is My Name pick through the imagined wreckage of its scenario more like kids in
Craig Brewer, USA, 2019; a playground than survivors of cataclysm. In fact there’s something
0GVƃKZ infantile about its impulsive staging, and the 2001-tweaking ending
X An Elephant Sitting Still (just before a psychedelic sex romp) resembles nothing so much as a
Hu Bo, China, 2018; various Mad magazine movie parody.—nicolas rapold
X Experimenter Michael
Almereyda, USA, 2015; Hulu X Knives and Skin
X Her Smell Alex Ross Perry, Jennifer Reeder, 2019, USA; Amazon
USA, 2018; HBO GO
X Honeyland Tamara over the past 10 years, Jennifer Reeder has established her
Kotevska & Ljubomir Stefanov, singular voice in short form, working and reworking her vision
Macedonia, 2019; various of teen turmoil and self-actualization in the suburbs, honing
XX In Fabric (Unrated) Peter new generic and aesthetic approaches for representing com-
Strickland, U.K., 2018; Amazon ing-of-age tropes. Knives and Skin deploys these magical and
XX The Irishman Martin macabre strategies to tell the story of a small town wracked by
5EQTUGUG75#0GVƃKZ the disappearance of a high school majorette named Carolyn.
X Journeys Through French In Reeder’s world, adolescents do not have a monopoly on
Cinema Bertrand Tavernier, crises of identity; in fact, adults flail as their teenage counter-
France, 2020; Cohen parts—awash in Reeder’s bright palette as they perform choral
X The Juniper Tree renditions of new wave hits—handle uncertainty with flair,
Nietzchka Keene, Iceland, owning their fear and their sadness and transforming it into
1990; Criterion something new.—nellie killian
X Knives Out Rian Johnson,
USA, 2019; Amazon
X The Limey Steven Soder- + Christmas in July
bergh, USA, 1999; Lionsgate Preston Sturges, 1940, USA; Kino Lorber
XX Marriage Story Noah
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Teorema packs multiple theses’ worth of themes and allusions into its 98-minute running time, but it’s also
a slyly seductive piece of entertainment: its dirty little secret is that it’s terrific fun.
Teorema (x 2)
WISH LIST
FOREIGN SKIES:
A Mighty Good Man WHAM! IN CHINA
When George Michael died in
BY MAI T LAN D MCDO NA GH 2016, I was gripped by a need
to revisit him at his absolute
++Teorema Pier Paolo Pasolini, Italy, 1968; there is no escaping Catholicism in Italy, as thick acme: as a golden-haired pop
The Criterion Collection with churches and shrines as a bramble bush is ambassador in Lindsay Ander-
with blood-drawing thorns. It’s embedded in the son’s Foreign Skies: Wham!
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arxist poet/playwright/filmmaker culture, and of course Pasolini had made The in China. Peppy, intimate, but
Pier Paolo Pasolini—who went through Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964). His quarrel never intrusive, Anderson’s 1986
life with épater le bourgeois all but tat- was with the Church’s wealth amidst widespread documentary follows Michael
tooed on his forehead—was a born provocateur poverty, rather than the teachings of Christ. and bandmate Andrew Ridge-
whose loathing of conventional social values Teorema packs multiple theses’ worth of ley on an especially auspicious
culminated in the brutally scathing Salò (1975). themes and allusions into its 98-minute running tour, when Wham! beat out
His audacious Teorema (1968) is a mesmerizing time, but it’s also a slyly seductive piece of Queen for the privilege of
chronicle of transfiguration through sins of the entertainment: its dirty little secret is that it’s DGEQOKPIVJGƂTUV9GUVGTP
flesh, as members of a wealthy Milanese house- WHUUL¿FIun. English actor Stamp is the film’s secret group to perform in communist
hold—mother, father, son, daughter, and live-in weapon: a baby-faced beauty famously photo- China. Foreign Skies could
maid—are sequentially seduced by a nubile graphed by swinging-London chronicler David have been little more than a
stranger (the slim, vaguely androgynous Terence Bailey, he appeared simultaneously innocent and casually orientalist trip behind
Stamp) whose sensual attentions rip them loose guilelessly depraved. He conformed to Pasolini’s “enemy lines,” but Anderson
from their comfortable, conventional moorings. evident fondness for slim, fair, lightly-muscled focuses on the border-dissolv-
Patriarch Paolo (Massimo Girotti) gives his youths, but Stamp could act rings around the ma- ing power of megahits like
prosperous factory to his workers and eventually jority of pretty boys of his era; his career outlasted “Young Guns (Go for It)” and
strips himself bare and wanders into the dusty his looks by decades. the now-iconic, proto-Cantopop
wasteland. Sexually dissatisfied mother Lucia (the Fifty years later, in addition to its vast influ- sax-fest “Careless Whisper.”
brittlely beautiful Silvana Mangano) starts picking ence on generations of art cinema, Teorema is Between montages of Michael
up handsome young trade on street corners. Their a sly warning about false prophets and popular and Ridgeley ambling through
artistic—read: gay—son Pietro begins creating sensations. Pasolini was a doubting Thomas to the Tiananmen Square, or rubbing
elbows at a lawn party for for-
TEORAMA: AETOS /K OBAL /S HUTTER STOC K
abstract drip paintings, and painfully shy daughter core: he distrusted the media (of which he was, of
Odetta withdraws into a cocoon of catatonia. The course, a part), loathed consumer culture, and had eign dignitaries, Anderson turns
family’s suicidal and largely ignored maid, Emilia, little faith in the man on the street. He was gay but the camera on Wham!’s grow-
returns to her home village and becomes an ascetic rarely addressed homosexuality at any length in ing Chinese fan base. “Now
who eats nettles and levitates above a rooftop, his films; he was murdered by a hustler who ran [that] we have an open policy,
which leads to her veneration as a holy woman. him over with his own car. But his ruthless dissec- we have the chance to see this
Is Stamp’s nameless interloper, the agent of tion of the consequences of living a privileged and type of program,” remarks one
their perverse liberation, a holy man—perhaps unexamined life remains as pointedly ferocious as concertgoer, sporting a jaunty
even Jesus himself, as many have suggested—in it was half a century ago. QNKXGFTCDƂUJGTOCPoUECRp9G
fetchingly tight trousers? Or is he an imp of the are so lucky.” Let the powers
perverse, all skim-milk skin and devilishly pale Maitland McDonagh is the author of four that be return Foreign Skies to
blue eyes? Pasolini once declared himself an books, including Broken Mirrors/Broken Minds: its adoring public!
atheist, but he was also Italian—and then as now, The Dark Dreams of Dario Argento. —Caroline Golum
TONY CONRAD (TOP): PHOTO BY SETH TISUE; LEILA TAYLOR (BOTTOM): PHOTO BY GREGG RICHARDS
then vice president of the Rockefeller Foundation (and resident
of the office from which Andy Warhol and Jonas Mekas shot the
eight-hour Empire), Conrad writes: “The Flicker, conceived as a
hallucinatory trip through unplumbed grottoes of pure sensory
Goodbye to Language disruption, naturally has turned into a (superficially) very static
flick, both aurally and visually . . . It seems that The Flicker may
A polymorphous genius explodes the codes be interesting primarily as a basic study in the effectiveness of a
whole range of operable visual harmonic relationships.” The letter
BY CLINTON KRUTE helps to locate Conrad’s work somewhere between the “static”
(and to Conrad, ultimately uninteresting) and the phantasmago-
Tony Conrad: Writings ria of Jack Smith, whose work he finds “intense and rich no matter
Edited by Constance DeJong and Andrew Lampert, how static some moonpool shot or other may become.”
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an endlessly imaginative interrogation of the forms of Writings consistently under-
communication by which we describe experience. From lines both the spiritual and the
the series of “Yellow Movies” (long-form “moving images” political motivations behind
comprised of taped-off rectangles of paint that yellowed over his work. As he makes clear
years) to the infamous structuralist film The Flicker (1966), to in the liner notes to his 1995
the epochal minimalist ”dream music” he created with La Monte album Slapping Pythagoras, by
Young, Marian Zazeela, and John Cale in the mid-1960s, Conrad questioning traditional notions
sought to strip languages of culture down to their basics and ma- of aural and visual harmony,
nipulate the irreducible complexity that was revealed. His work is Conrad sought to undermine
startling, playful, and almost always ahead of the curve. the antidemocratic regime that
That energy, sharply analytic mind, and dry wit are very much has governed aesthetics since
on display in Tony Conrad: Writings, a new selection of the artist’s the beginning of Western civ-
published and unpublished work from 1961 to 2012. (He died in ilization. Or at the very least,
2016.) Comprised of artist’s statements, reviews, articles, liner notes, slap it around a little. O
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ranging from Playhouse 90
nown in his time as “an actor’s director”—and to Cronkite’s You Are There
responsible for career-best performances from Katharine (a reverence for preparedness
Hepburn, Al Pacino, Paul Newman, Sean Connery, and and rehearsal). She laces her
William Holden—Sidney Lumet is now a patron saint prose with humor, opening her
of movie buffs. But just as terms like “buff ” point endearingly chapter on Lumet’s TV stint
backward, so is Lumet’s unfussy approach out of fashion with in the jargon and typeface of a
tastemakers obsessed with the artist’s signature. His exposure TV script. My favorite anecdote
of municipal corruption and misuse of the fourth estate unfair- reprints a sort of locker-room
ly groups him with the preachy coterie of “liberal conscience” pep talk that he gave his actors
directors—and as Maura Spiegel notes in her new reappraisal on the set of 12 Angry Men:
volume Sidney Lumet: A Life, he bore this stigma in “the 1980s “You are going to be the whole
and 1990s, when the L word was reviled by both the left and the picture . . . Just you and the
right.” Lumet’s a quintessential New York director, whose works fullness of your behavior. It’s
include Serpico and Dog Day Afternoon, but he was so prolific, right in your laps.” Lumet wise-
so protean—in the two years between those classics, he adapted ly understood that artists can’t
Larry McMurtry (Lovin’ Molly) and Agatha Christie (Murder on fly with clipped wings. O
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T HE BE ST REP ERTORY P OSTERS OF THE DECA DE Arbelos and Kino Lorber, while Glasgow-based Jen Davies has
produced a decade’s worth of stylish quad posters—including
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ookended by two very different posters for janus the above stunner for Playtime—for U.K. revival house Park
releases of 1970s television series by R.W. Fassbinder— Circus (for which Brandon Schaefer also contributed the mar-
World on a Wire and Eight Hours Don’t Make a Day—the velous minimalist Kes artwork). Rounding out my favorites
past decade has seen an explosion of revival key art fueled by are Scott Meola’s elegant monochrome for Straub-Huillet
art prints and fan-created designs, as well as the popularity of (filmmakers you would otherwise rarely see represented by fan
the 4K restoration and the milestone anniversary re-release. art), and Midnight Marauder’s colorful resetting of the David
The Fassbinder posters were designed and illustrated by two Hockney doc A Bigger Splash. O
different Sams: Smith and Hadley. Some of the most memora-
bly quirky and delightful rep work of the 2010s has come from Adrian Curry writes about movie posters for mubi.com and is
New Zealand–based Dylan Haley (Mutual Appreciation) for the design director for Zeitgeist Films and Kino Lorber.