Top 50 Films of the 2000s

As what’s left of 2009 runs out, I’ve been inspired by Salon.com‘s “Films of the Decade” series written by guest writers. Not to mention the numerous other movie blogs that list their personal picks for the best movies of the decade.

Being one of the most indecisive people I know, this list was very difficult to finalize. I somehow narrowed it down from 83 to 50. Don’t ask me how. It’s strange to to think back to a certain movie from, say, 2003, and realize I was sixteen when I first saw it. But I feel a sense of accomplishment and enjoyed looking through and reminiscing about all of my favorite films from the 2000s.

Though it was tough, it has to be better than coming up with a “Best of 2009″ list. (Because I feared I’d come up with too few to even make a list for this year.) You may disagree with my rankings or even have suggestions for missing films. Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts and favorites on the best films of the decade!

WARNING: All Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fans, please don’t send me hate mail. I’m just a party pooper who couldn’t get into those series…I apologize in advance for being the idiot you’ve already assumed I am.

TOP 50 FILMS OF THE 2000s

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Things to Look Forward to in 2010, #4: Movie Rush before Awards Season

My list of movies to rush and see before the Golden Globes and Oscars of 2010:

  • A Serious Man
  • Up in the Air
  • Avatar
  • Precious
  • The Hurt Locker
  • Crazy Heart
  • The White Ribbon
  • An Education
  • Bright Star
  • Up
  • District 9
  • A Single Man

Am I ashamed as a recent film school grad / film blogger that I have not seen some of these films yet? Yes. Very much so. I blame the overpriced movie tickets.

Just a Thought on Amanda Knox

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I would like to make it very clear that this post is in no way my saying that I believe Amanda Knox is guilty for the murder of Meredith Kercher. I want to make that known because, basically, I don’t know whether she’s guilty or not. The more I read up on it, the more conflicted I feel.

Rather, I’d like to bring up some questions that have been concerning me:

  1. What if Amanda Knox was not white? (Meaning: Black, Hispanic, etc.)
  2. What if Amanda Knox was unattractive? (Meaning: not pretty.)

Yes, of all the questions to ask about this case, these are the ones I’m asking. Because frankly, the media is not addicted to this story only because they seek out justice. Sure, that’s part of it – Americans think she’s innocent and should not spend 25 years in Italian prison, and Italians are convinced she’s guilty based on evidence that really isn’t evidence at all and think she should rot in prison.

Americans, in the meantime, are adamant that this is a patriotic issue. “Italians hate Americans” is one of the reasons you hear constantly about why Amanda Knox has been such bait for the Perugia government.

So Americans can’t stop talking about how much they love her and want her innocence proven, and Italians can’t stop talking about how much they hate her and know she’s guilty. If Amanda Knox wasn’t a seemingly-wholesome and pretty white college student, would our media still be so hung up on her case? And likewise, would the Italian media still be so obsessed if they couldn’t say things like, for instance, she has “the face of an angel, but the eyes of a killer”?

Again, not saying she’s guilty or not guilty. I’m also not saying that I don’t feel sorry for her, because honestly it is eerie to see a girl my age (also in love with Italian culture) going through all of this, sentenced to 26 years in a foreign country, with the possibility that she may not be guilty at all. I don’t know how to feel about the crime, but I know how I feel about the media’s obsession with it.

Our media has been called out on spending too much air time on white females who are murdered or go missing. (See: “missing white woman syndrome”.) So if Amanda Knox wasn’t white, young, and beautiful, would the intrigue and passion for the case all but disappear? Or is it really an issue of patriotism and justice?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Commie (and Friend, Gay Dentist Hermey)

I’m a strong believer that there’s nothing wrong with questioning what we’ve been showing to kids. The fact of the matter is, these films can have hidden (or not so hidden) messages filled with racism or hate language. I mean, Disney’s Aladdin, anyone? I watched it many times as a kid. And while it didn’t make me grow up hating Arabs, it disgusts me now that those kinds of images were flashed in front of my eyes on a regular basis and I had no awareness of their significance. Not convinced? Just go ahead and read the lyrics to the theme song, “Arabian Nights.” (Or just Google “Aladdin racist” and see the plethora of results.)

Some may argue that you’re drawing conclusions from nothing. That those messages aren’t there and we’re just projecting them onto the subject. But I think it comes down to this: There are two types of people – those who care about the hidden messages in all forms of media (which are undeniably there), and those who don’t. I happen to fall into the category of those who do care.

Which is why I’m going to take this opportunity near Christmastime to delve into the hidden meanings and euphemisms behind a stop motion animation holiday classic, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964). Here’s my theory: Rudolph is the Red Scare, and Hermey the Dentist is quite possibly a homosexual.

For those who don’t know the story of this animated TV special, here’s the short version: Rudolph – though a reindeer with noticeably good flying skills – is an outcast in his Santaland community because he has a glowing red nose, which only comes out at certain times (like when he’s excited or nervous.) Then there’s Hermey, an elf who hates making toys because his lifelong dream is to become a dentist. (Don’t ask why, but that’s what he wants.) The two become friends because they’re both different than the others in their community. They escape to a land called The Island of Misfit Toys, and there’s a bumbling but contextually frightening Yeti monster called The Abominable Snowman.

In the end, Hermey gets his own dentist shop, the Misfit Toys find children to love them, and Rudolph is summoned by Santa to lead the sleigh with his bright, shiny nose.

That bright red shiny nose is what I can’t help but analyze. For starters, it’s red – the color of communism, obviously. For another, this movie was made in the early half of the 1960s, in a period of post-50s Red Scare mania in America. Rudolph is blacklisted and cast out of his community, even by Santa (the “President,” you might say). Everyone (especially Santa) makes Rudolph and his parents feel as though they should be ashamed of themselves.

It’s also interesting that the redness only comes out every once in a while. And when it does, everyone is scared. Yes, they are scared by the fact that it’s “different.” But I can’t help but wonder…were the writers trying to tell us something? Did they purposely use Rudolph’s story to create an allegory of communism during a time of retrospect on the matter? To me, there seems to be an eerie connection between Rudolph’s “shameful” red nose and the hush-hush nature of being a Communist in the 1950s, fearing that someone might out you.

Speaking of “outing,” I’m going to argue that Hermey is gay. Sure, he wants to be a “dentist,” but no one in Santaland knows what that is and he has trouble with the other elves because of it. Watch this clip and tell me you don’t feel – with your adult senses – that the word “dentist” could easily be replaced with “homosexual.” For instance…

Hermey: Hey, what do ya say we both be independent together, huh?

Rudolph: You wouldn’t mind…my…red nose?

Hermey: Not if you don’t mind me being…a…dentist.

Listen to the lyrics of the song by the Misfit Toys, Hermey:

A jack-in-the-box waits for children to shout,

‘Wake up! Don’t you know that it’s time to come out!’

But Hermey does know that it’s time to come out. And Santa and his elves don’t like it one bit. “Don’t you like making toys?” Hermey’s co-workers seem to say with heavy judgment. What kind of a person doesn’t like making toys? But Hermey just doesn’t like toys – they aren’t for him. Even though he doesn’t practice the profession or own his own shop yet, he is a dentist. (See all the euphemisms going on, here?)

Aside from the cheap crack I could make about Hermey’s voice sounding just like Harvey Milk’s (a truth, but probably an analogy that was not intentional), I’d like to end this with Rudolph’s last words to his friend:

Goodbye, Hermey…Whatever a dentist is, I hope someday you will be the greatest.

Alas, Rudolph has the innocence of a child. And because of that, he has no clue what Hermey is, socially or politically speaking. What he does know, though, is that Hermey is a good person and a good friend.

And if this story is trying to tell me that gays, Commies, and other minorities should be viewed as people above all else, then damn it, that’s the spirit of Christmas. Ultimately, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is a story of acceptance written by a bunch of bleeding heart liberals. But good for them, because they took it upon themselves to subtly incorporate these messages within the context of a movie that children and adults have been watching at Christmas for five decades.

As for the communism part, I can’t further this argument much more because everyone winds up embracing Rudolph for his red nose and actually considering him more useful than the other reindeer.

If there’s any lesson in this regard, it must be that – at the end of the day – Communists fly better than Capitalists. (Don’t quote me on that though.)

The December Issue: Women in Film

This month, the New York Times seems to be rampant with features about women in film. It’s funny that it should seem that way, because in the past month, only two notable articles have been published on the subject. Two very lengthy, in-depth, and important articles, nonetheless.

This all came to my attention when my friend Brittany shared an incredible Jezebel interview with me. The women’s interests blog interviewed Manohla Dargis, the Times co-chief film critic. She had some strong and honest words for Hollywood’s rejection, or even fear (see this Washington Post article by Ann Hornaday) of women’s presence and influence in the film industry.

The Jezebel interview followed Dargis up on her own Times article on the subject, “Women in Film 2009 – At the Box Office but Not Directing.”

Basically, Dargis voices the truth: There’s a severe lack of women in Hollywood, and – in the film business – men are allowed to fail in ways that women are not. Take this quote from Dargis in the Jezebel interview:

Do you think that a woman would have been able to get forty million dollars to make a puppet movie the way that Wes Anderson has been able to make, bringing to bear all the publicity and advertising budget of Fox? After two movies that didn’t make a lot of money? I think this is true for a lot of black filmmakers too – they’re held to a higher standard. And an unfair standard. You can be a male filmmaker and if you’re perceived as a genius – a boy genius or a fully-formed adult genius – that you are allowed to fail in a way that a woman is not allowed to fail.

The first thoughts that went through my mind were something like – Hell yeah! and Wow, I’ve never actually heard someone in the industry say those things before. I think it’s simultaneously crucial and disheartening for a female film expert to come out and say these things. Because now that they’ve been said by someone who knows, it’s suddenly a harsh reality and not just something for us feminists to rant about amongst ourselves.

The day after the Jezebel-Dargis interview, another female Times writer wrote about women in film. Daphne Merkin’s “Can Anybody Make a Movie for Women?” is a seven-page cover article revolving around director Nancy Meyers (Something’s Gotta Give). With Meyers’ newest film It’s Complicated (starring Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin), critics seem to be noticing an “aimed towards middle-aged women” trend. They’re either annoyed by it and dismiss it, or they try to delve into it and give Meyers some credit, like Merkin.

Similar to Dargis, one of Merkin’s points is that women are condemned for certain techniques and choices that perhaps a male director would not be. For instance, on the flack Meyers gets for doing numerous takes during filming:

John Burnham, the I.C.M. agent, has a simpler, X-versus-Y-chromosome view of the whole thing. “If Mike Nichols said to do another take,” he crisply notes, “there would never be any issue.”

There’s another point that caught my attention concerning women directors’ aesthetic choices:

Meyers herself is unapologetic about creating sets that look as if they might be photographed in a shelter magazine, most notably the mouthwatering Hamptons house in Something’s Gotta Give, which did actually make an appearance in Architectural Digest. “The fact that there is nice fabric on the chairs is fun,” she says. [and later]…”I like that stuff.”

This reminds me of the general public’s rejection of Sofia Coppola’s extreme ornamental aesthetic in Marie Antoinette. (See my post defending the film from a few months back.) Men make pretty movies all the time. But when a woman does it, it’s suddenly “too feminine,” which automatically reads as: “not real film.” There are some films that we normally “wouldn’t know” were directed by women (see: “didn’t think a woman directed it because there are so few and this one didn’t look that ‘girly’”) – such as American Psycho, for instance. But can the “for women, by women” concept in film ever be taken seriously, without the eye-rolling and the “told ya so’s” of Hollywood and audiences?

Yes, some films directed towards women are awful in terms of “good film.” These, of course, would be the “chick flicks,” though I hate the term. And though I know plenty of men who love Meyers’ Something’s Gotta Give and her other films, she is being dubbed as the director of “postmenopausal chick flicks” (as Merkin says), or middle-aged women’s fairy tale love stories. Dargis says she enjoys Meyers’ films, but doesn’t think they’re necessarily “good as films”, while Merkin applauds the director for at least making middle-aged women be sexy and fall in love in movies. (And really, what other movies really care to set that kind of standard other than Meyers’?)

But until there are more options for women to see themselves reflected on the big screen, most of them will continue to flock to the “chick flicks.” As Dargis profoundly assesses:

There’s a reason that women go to movies like Mamma Mia. It’s a terrible movie… but women are starved for representation of themselves. I go back to Spike Lee and She’s Gotta Have It. I remember going to see it at the Quad in New York, surrounded by a black audience. People are starved for representations of themselves.

Minorities are starved for images they can relate to on the big screen. Images of themselves, which are largely absent in Hollywood. Damn. I had never really looked at it that way before, but it’s so hideously true.

As for women in film, I’m reminded of something my female film history teacher once said (and I apologize for the language): “They call them ‘chick flicks,’ but do you realize that all the other movies are ‘dick flicks’?”

Yes, the rest of them are. But let’s hold out and hope that one day we will be able to count female directors on more than just the fingers of one hand.

Things to Look Forward to in 2010, #3: Golden Globes

 

 

Photo by: Peter Dutton, 2009 // CC BY-SA 2.0 (Wikipedia Commons)

Yesterday the Hollywood Foreign Press Association announced their nominees for the 2010 Golden Globe awards.

Jason Reitman’s Up in the Air (starring George Clooney) led the award nods with six nominations. Precious followed close behind, earning three nominations, including Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress. Both of the films are up for Best Motion Picture, along with Avatar, The Hurt Locker, and Inglourious Basterds.

You can see the nominees for all of the categories on the HFPA Golden Globe website.

I’m looking forward to the Golden Globes in 2010 for the same reason I look forward to them every year; and that is, they’re much more fun than the Oscars. The celebrities drink, mingle, and have a good time. And of course, you get to root for your favorite television series in addition to your favorite films during the ceremony.

Ultimately, I hope 30 Rock wins Best Comedy/Musical Television series (again), that a woman wins Best Director (Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker), and that Precious gets some major recognition. Other than that, I’ll just enjoy watching the celebrities relax and enjoy themselves in a way that they would not if it were the uptight Oscars.

Commercials Upset Me This Week

Admittedly, I watch too much cable television. However, I may have to cut back just because of the increasing amount of ridiculous material used for commercials lately. Is it just me, or is it getting worse?

For instance, look at these Reebok commercials for their new Easy Tone sneakers (which are supposed to give your butt a workout…) This first one I see all too often on TV:

Oh, but look, here’s another one that’s even better. Essentially, two breasts on a faceless woman gossip about the fact that a butt is getting more attention than them now. How? Because of Reebok’s new Easy Tone sneakers, of course! Feminist blogger Kate Harding brought this one to my attention in an article on Salon.com. (Her commentary is worth reading, as always.)

These brands are marketing their products by objectifying their objects. Oh, and women too. As Harding says: “And what’s edgier or more original than objectifying women?”

Those Reebok commercials have been getting to me for a few months, so it may seem like a delayed reaction to post about it now. But then I saw another pointlessly sexual commercial tonight, which inspired me to bring it all up again:

And no, it doesn’t make it okay that a dominatrix is perceived as “in control.” I ask you, America – Is it really necessary to use a dominatrix in your commercials to get people to eat pistachios? Before you answer, repeat the question to yourself. Hopefully, you’ll realize how ridiculous it is that a question like that need be asked.

My Netflix Recommendations: ‘The Room’

This is too good not to post:

Because I enjoyed Punch-Drunk Love and The Wrestler? Seriously, Netflix?

And yes, I did enjoy it very much, thank you…But not in the way that I enjoyed the other two “related” films.

I would share this on my Cult Classics Examiner page if it weren’t for the utter lack of informative material that would accompany it. Also, I think I’ve exhausted my Tommy Wiseau / The Room references on that page already…

The ‘Twilight’ Movies: Cult Classic Status?

AP Photo/Lefteris Pitarakis

EDITOR’S NOTE: The following article was written on my Chicago Cult Classics Examiner page a few days before the release of Twilight: New Moon. This is not meant to belittle the Twilight series, but rather, it’s an observation based on the fact that the saga has often been referred to as a “cult classic” in the media.

Originally published at Examiner.com on November 18, 2009.

With the sequel New Moon on its way this Friday, there’s been a lot of talk once again about the Twilight series. Several blogs and online news sources have been using the following phrase to describe the movies: “offically a cult classic.”

But can you really call a multi-million dollar franchise like Twilight a cult film? For one, it was successful before it was even released in theaters. Normally, but not always, cult classics become such a thing because of their post-release success – such as in DVD and video rentals. According to IMDb, the first Twilight film made an estimated $70 million in its U.S. opening weekend alone. Compare that to, say, Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs (considered a cult classic), which made $147,839 its opening weekend. By the end of its theater run, it had made less than $3 million overall.

Yes, the films are adapted from the already-popular novel series. However, it’s difficult to see how something this successful and wide-ranging could be considered a cult classic with a cult following.

Cult films get their name from their limited success and their audience – usually, a very specific and dedicated kind of audience. It is not measured strictly by devotion, but rather, what kind of audience shows that devotion. This is a big factor that sets Twilight apart from cult classics. While the series is very successful and anyone and everyone seems to be a fan, that’s just it – everyone and anyone make up its fanbase. Everyone from teenage girls to university professors to grandmothers have read the novels and seen the film adaptation.

For true cult classics, like David Lynch’s Eraserhead or The Coen Brothers’ The Big Lebowski, their appeal often stems from their off-kilter nature and general rejection of the mainstream. Thus, the mainstream is not drawn towards these kinds of films. And that’s where the cult fanbase comes in.

This is not meant to undermine Twilight‘s success or legitimacy. Though for every blogger or reviewer who refers to the series as a “cult classic,” there just might be a whole band of cult fans who would disagree.

Things to Look Forward to in 2010, #2: ‘Shutter Island’

Promo poster for the October release

Because we’ve waited long enough.

Shutter Island will be the fourth collaborative reunion of Martin Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio (also known as Scorsese’s “New DeNiro”). Set to be released in October of this year, fans saw the trailer and became ecstatic and curious. For one, this seems like a different departure for both DiCaprio and Scorsese given its supernatural thriller genre.

The release was then pushed back to February 2010, a few months too late for the Oscar race. Paramount’s reasons were reported to be “[not having] the financing in 2009 to spend the $50 to $60 million necessary to market a big awards pic like this,” as well as other reasons like DiCaprio not being able to promote the film worldwide during that time.

Hopefully, the wait will be well worth it. And it’s yet another piece of visual media for me to look forward to in the new decade.