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Sure, there have been some fun blockbusters this year, since Us, Joker and Avengers: Endgame was all a blast, and all made sufficient cash to turn into a third world country into a first-world nation. Nevertheless, they were not what I would consider the”best” films of this year.
Out of the 175 names to pick from (yes, I saw 175 movies published in 2019), choosing 15 was not simple. There were numerous choices: magnificent epics, classic comedies, teen comedies, documentaries, space odysseys, Disney remakes, art-house classics, more remakes, romances, even more remakes and whatever the hell Midsommar was. All these varying entities came together to create for a year. But the very best of the best made it all worth it.
The next list, along with a few truly honorable mentions, is the movies that specify at which the medium is moving, in addition, to prove that 2019 was really a great year for theater.
It is uncommon for a concert documentary to be useful, and it’s even rarer for a concert documentary to make you feel as if you were in the audience. In this resurrection of Aretha Franklin’s two-day concert in a Missionary Baptist church in 1972, the footage has been restored and it’s a glorious thing to behold. See it for the Queen of Soul performing in her prime. See it for the weeping faces from the choir. See it to get a coked-out Mick Jagger dance in the steeples.
2019 has been an amazing year for class conscious films. By Joker to Us, Hustlers to Atlantics, supervisors have attacked the wage gap as though it owed them lunch money. No one, however, was able to do like Bong Joon Ho. His upstairs-downstairs comedy portrays both the upper and lower courses as victims. Could it be the rich family that are the parasites, or the inadequate family? Or can it be the class system that’s feeding off everyone? Everyone is a have-not in this have-to-see-it-to-believe-it masterwork.
Uncut Gems is the cinematic equivalent to mixing cocaine with acidity, a burst of energy that plays like a dream. Adam Sandler — yes, that Adam Sandler — digs deep to the role of a guy at rock bottom. He is a diamond district gardener that can’t seem to do anything in a movie that can do no wrong. As the Safdie Brothers crank up the adrenaline, your mind will spin as Sandler twirls around New York trying to market his gem. It is a gem he obsesses over the exact same way most of us obsess over Ryan Reynolds, and it’s in the heart of the revolutionary work of art.
Diane, as played by Mary Kay Place, is extraordinarily ordinary. She’s a 70-year-old caretaker who pushes around a snowy town caring for her drug addict son and kicking it with her older friends. No explosions. No sex. Just a woman trying to find her way at the end of the street. If Avengers was the favorite film of the year, do not bother. But if you’re open to an existential, frequently heart-wrenching look at a real-life superhero, Kent Jones’ debut feature will knock off your socks.
This is the buddy comedy of this year. Anthony Hopkins is Pope Benedict XVI, although Jonathan Pryce is your future Pope Francis. They walk through gardens, drink Fanta and talk theology. It’s a testament to their monumental performances, as well as Fernando Meirelles’ unique leadership, that this works. He reforms the historic drama in a means which makes moving to church entertaining. Blending documentary-like camerawork with New Wave power, his movie is a boon to us all.
What did I just see? That is how most people felt leaving Robert Eggers’ The Lighthouse. A seriously bewitching expedition of two guys losing their heads at (what else?) A lighthouse, Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe shower us with the strength of their performances, while Eggers drenches us with memorable images. The 2 men belly bumping at a drunken rage; waves beating against the coast; black and white tracking shots through rocky landscapes. The crazier stuff should not be spoiled here. Just know that it’s insanity seen in a whole new light.
There has been a great deal of discussion over the past couple of months about if Marvel movies are actually movies. I say they are. However, when you compare these to Martin Scorsese’s magnum opus, they definitely don’t seem like good movies.
This is an elegy to the gangster genre that he created, one of regret and remorse. Nevertheless, it seems remarkably alive. Robert De Niro, Joe Pesci and Al Pacino light up the screen. According to Scorsese, individuals get whacked, cars burst and dialogue about stupid things like hot dogs is riveting. It is a pity most people will see it at home or even in their telephones, as it is the greatest, greatest, most movie-like picture of 2019.
Julius Onah earns the description though in his high school mystery drama. Luce, played by Kelvin Harrison Jr. at the breakout performance of the year, is his loved ones and school want him to be: A fantastic athlete, a straight-A pupil, and a role model. His teacher gives him an F. But I give the movie an A because of its unparalleled suspense, unrivaled intensity and the way it reveals the reality. Can there be anything greater than a puzzle that keeps you guessing?
We don’t deserve Greta Gerwig. Her movies are so pure, so innocent and so full of life that you leave them eager for whatever comes next on your own. This one brings its young energy from the throw. Every embrace is felt. Every autumn setting feels lived in the exact same way they did in Louisa Ma Alcott’s original book. Everybody should see it.
I can not remember the last time that I had this much fun in the theater. As witty as both”nerds” in its center, Olivia Wilde’s Booksmart is everything you desire high school humor to be. No bullies. No stereotypes. Two girls partying it up in their last night of the senior year. Wilde takes us out of uber into uber, party to party, and also the best part about it is no hangover. Just the top that includes leaving hilarious humor.
Every critic gets asked,”What is it that makes you like movies so much?” This year the answer was simple: I advised them to go see Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. A joyride through 60’s Los Angeles seen through the eyes of a has-been actor (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his stuntman (Brad Pitt looking really( really cool), Tarantino transports us to a time when the leaves were brown and the heavens were anything but gray — when hippies asked for rides, neon signs lit up the roads and psychedelic excursions were the rage. Oh, also Margot Robbie plays with Sharon Tate. Kicking her feet up while viewing a movie in the theater, she moans with no care in the world. Tarantino invites us to do the same.
There has never been a picture this barbarous in the 122 years of motion images. Jennifer Kent’s follow up to The Babadook shows us what our history books won’t: Unbearable images of rape, misogyny and a scene between a baby that’s so cruel that, for the first time in all my years of watching films, I needed to shut my eyes. Should you stay with it, though, this macabre nightmare has a cathartic ending that cuts straight to the heart. To observe this heroine break from her shell would be to not only know the ability of girls but to know, as never before, the energy of artwork.
Divorce is never quite. But the divorce in Noah Baumbach’s Marriage Story is piercingly beautiful, miraculously moving and richly detailed. Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson turn in decade-defining performances as parents dueling to their child’s custody. Well, it is actually the attorneys who are those dueling. Both of these are just hoping to get by the only way they know-how. That means singing, trick or treating, or yelling at each other in scenes that are so honest that they remind one of your divorce or the divorce of somebody you know. If that sounds too depressing to be entertaining, it isn’t.
Another candidate for most re-watchable tearjerker is the latest from Celine Sciamma. Working together with light and feel the exact same way a painter would, her subjects remember the silkiness of a portrait by Raphael, while the empty countryside has an airy tenderness that reminded me of Pierre Renoir. Still, this is a movie, and it does things just a movie can do. A queer love story that assembles like a swell, the longer the sexual tension increases, the grander the images, performances and historic metaphors become. Once Sciamma provides us an opportunity to step back and see the bigger picture, in the last shot that will go down in history, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. I just decided to do both.
Selecting a number one movie is generally a tricky thing to do. Not this year, however. This 3-hour parable about a guy being ostracized for his Catholic religion during World War II might not sound like everyone’s idea of a fantastic time out. Have faith in Terrance Malick, however: His images have the ability to move mountains and the narrative has a spiritual grandiosity that illuminates you like a waterfall. It’s the director’s best work since The Thin Red Line, and it is a work of art that will be discussed — among movie circles — for decades to come.