THE SUICIDE SQUAD Review

“I got soul, but I’m not a soldier” 

    -- ALL THESE THINGS I’VE DONE, The Killers

In the odd chance you enjoy your life enough to not value the opinions of terminally online strangers, MCU fan culture remains unsatisfied with the lack of total subservience to their beloved corporate product. Specifically, the perception that these are just disposable time-wasters (which, if we’re being real here, they absolutely are).

As for my take on the whole mess? I’ll break it down like this. Yes! Conglomerates are primarily responsible for the denigration of popular fiction and it really sucks that a lot of tentpole blockbusters are becoming more interchangeable by the second.

Seriously, movies should show more imagination than jumbles of words and pictures cranked out on a monthly basis and it’s flat-out embarrassing that most of them don’t. In other words, I shouldn’t be worried that a Doctor Strange movie from Sam Raimi is going to reek of compromise from higher-ups.

High art, low art, none of those distinctions matter. We’ll all be worm food eventually. Let’s just enjoy the ride and like what we like. Not blindly so, granted. I despise that damned “let people enjoy things” meme as much as the next guy. Just a call to admit that we shouldn’t get self-conscious over the media we use to fill up our down time.

After all, a true cinephile has appropriately adjusted appetites for stimulants both primal and intellectual. After all, humans contain multitudes. Sure, I can wax lyrical about why a Wim Wenders picture speaks to the heart of every living soul’s inherent desire to travel and be loved by their fellow man. Other times, I want to dive head first into some brain-rotting trash. Or, to use music snob terminology, there are times where I can mature ruminations on a Neil Young record. On the other hand, there are times where I just want to get blitzed beyond belief with good chums and jam out to some Ramones or The Cramps.

So, what am I getting at here? If you couldn’t already put two-and-two together, James Gunn’s THE SUICIDE SQUAD belongs in the latter category and we need more movies like it.

Frankly, it’s what I would’ve expected Gunn to make with studio resources before GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY arrived onto the scene. A completely unrelenting, vicious and disgusting howl of adolescent weirdo rage. A movie so chaotic that it couldn’t have been made by anyone other than the former Troma alum. 

One-liners are thrown around from and between all these costumed maniacs as much as their own gleefully dismembered body parts. The camera swings around wild and free, perfectly combining the frenetic flow of the motion picture with the heightened static iconography of the printed page. All in service of a perpetually profane, no-frills, run-and-gun, meat-and-potatoes screenplay.

Yet, beneath it’s veneer of sniveling immaturity, there lies genuine anger at how militaries routinely view their infantry as little more than disposable cogs only worth as much as they can micromanage before all that’s left is their dog tags and uniforms. An entirely new perspective? No, but a refreshing one in a medium that tends to glorify (directly or not) these same power structures. Suffice it to say, if something like CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR is like that photo of Nancy Pelosi kneeling  with a vague, passive caption that’s meant to inspire wine moms to go “OMG so brave”, this is like Joe Strummer making his unapologetic stands in between “Train in Vain” and “Stay Free”*.

Of course, this isn’t to say it devolves into a full-on soapbox lecture against the Military Industrial Complex and its various cover-ups. It’s just wallpaper. Window dressing. Something to tide you over in between the action beats and give you the viewer a way of giving a damn about characters whose superiors couldn’t care less about.

It also helps that the whole picture looks exquisite. Hell, the whole second act looks and kinda feels like a mid-2000s Tony Scott flick. Also, yay! We finally get a superhero movie for the first time in forever that doesn’t overcomplicate things vis-a-vis the costumes. Colorful, simple yet completely tactile. It doesn’t suffer the same issues as the Marvel stuff where everything is textures within textures and nothing truly stands out from the backgrounds. Thankfully, the same can be said about the film’s characters. Everyone’s going to have their standout character; but, my pick has to be Joel Kinnaman’s Rick Flag. Gunn and Kinnaman really reworked what was just a generic military dude in the immediate predecessor into a sort-of modern Lee Marvin pastiche (think the “tough love and loyal leader” demeanor he gave off in Sam Fuller’s THE BIG RED ONE).

Even the climax has less in common with the PlayStation cutscene looking sludge of, say, AVENGERS: ENDGAME and its ilk. Rather, it owes more to Atomic Age monster picture drive-in fare which (let’s be real here) is the best way to handle a beast only known as Starro the Conqueror.

Far from incendiary, yet by no means “safe”. Love or hate the picture, this is clearly James Gunn’s movie and it’s all the better for it. It’s the product of a snarling punk weirdo with an endearing heart. It’s a rallying cry to expect our cinematic junk food to, at the very least, be well-crafted and distinct. At the end of the day, I have to respect that. 

Is it his best work? Both GOTG flicks ultimately hit an emotionally resonant core that this really can’t by design and that’s fine. Again, multitudes.

Bottom line: Best comic book movie of its kind since KICK-ASS.

*which if I may add are the best Clash tunes, don’t @ me.

2020: Recapping the Year Without Movies

2020 was an absolute dumpster fire. Sorry for being blunt; but, an unambiguously terrible year only deserves a harsh statement like that to sum it up...which means that I am forgoing the usually year-end best list.

Oh, what’s that? You still want to see my favorite films of the year even though everyone’s list is probably going to look identical (more so than usual). Fine. Here goes. My top five of 2020...that actually came out in 2020...

5) DA 5 BLOODS (dir. Spike Lee)

4) FEELS GOOD MAN (dir. Arthur Jones)

3) TENET (dir. Christopher Nolan)

2) POSSESSOR (dir. Brandon Cronenberg)

1) MANK (dir. David Fincher)

(Before you ask, I saw WONDER WOMAN 1984 and quite liked it. More than most, apparently)

I know a title that includes the phrase “the Year Without Movies” seems a tad melodramatic. But, with all the chaos outside leaving the multiplexes closed up, it felt like time just stopped and there wasn’t anything new. Admittedly, that is a shame and you better believe I’m going to monitor the incoming newsfeed about the uncertain future of theatrical exhibition like a hawk.

Anyway, not in any particular order, here are my ten favorite films out of the ones I’ve discovered during the quarantine.

CHRISTMAS ON MARS (2008, dir. Wayne Coyne/Bradley Beesley/George Salisbury)

On balance, this is probably the weakest film in this particular selection. It’s slapdash, meandering and more than a little crass in spots. That having been said, its flaws are also endearing charms. Consider this one a diamond in the rough. The main reason I included this was because, alongside retreating back to old creature comforts, 2020 made me and countless others resort to finding new ones. In this instance, it was the endlessly eclectic discography of neo-psychedelic outfit The Flaming Lips. Their unique blend of optimism, philosophy and strangeness got me through many a depressive episode in this Godforsaken year. A lot of which shows up in one form or another in this bizarre film freakout. The whole thing plays like a fragmented fever dream cocktail of half-remembered low-budget cult sci-fi flicks (probably produced between 1957-1980). With that in mind, I’d recommend pairing this on a double bill with similar oddities such as John Carpenter’s DARK STAR.

REAL LIFE (1979, dir. Albert Brooks)

Back in September, The Criterion Channel devoted a small section of it’s already impressive streaming library to the films of one Albert Brooks. By now, most of it has already fled the platform; but, that won’t stop me from talking about it here (nor should it stop you from checking out what may be some of the best comedies ever made). All of those are well worth checking out; but, his directorial debut might just be my favorite of the bunch. A skewering satirical indictment of reality television decades before we’d bear the brunt of its worst offerings.

SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS (1957, dir. Alexander MacKendrick)

As alluded to in the paragraph prior, 2020 was also the year I finally caved and got a Criterion Channel subscription (an invaluable tool in clearing up a couple cinematic blindspots). Outside of occasionally burning a hole in my wallet at inopportune times, I’d say this has been more than a worthwhile investment and films like this keep reminding me of that. Cynical, moody and everso topical, it’s a trenchant dive through an upper-class underworld where everyone’s out for No. 1 and disdain for your common man is the order of the day. Simply put, one of the best movies about journalism ever made and arguably one of the finest works in the canon of film noir.

EXPERIMENT IN TERROR (1962, dir. Blake Edwards)

A rare example of exquisite genre material from a director not widely known for such yet no less masterful for it. All shot with lavish photography from DP extraordinaire Philip H. Lathrop and undercut with a suitably suspenseful Henry Mancini score.

MISHIMA: A LIFE IN FOUR CHAPTERS (1985, dir. Paul Schrader)

Okay, I speak no hyperbole when I say this might be the finest film discovery I’ve made all year. Like a couple other titles on this list, I owe my podcast Warped Celluloid for helping me get around to it. What Paul Schrader crafted here is the story of an artist told through his art. A notion that I lament to say isn’t shared by the majority of modern biopics (and probably not a lot of older ones either). It’s a film that defies description in the best way possible. Go in knowing as little as humanly possible.

HELL IN THE PACIFIC (1968, dir. John Boorman)

A quiet meditative drama on masculinity and the conflicts that ensue over perceived cultural differences. Marvin and Mifune turn in powerhouse work as dual leads, relying on raw physical power (or, in some spots, the lack thereof). 

THE INSIDER (1999, dir. Michael Mann)

How the hell did this lose Best Picture to American Beauty? I know it feels silly to start out with this. But, really, what else do I need to say? It’s Michael Mann telling a real-life story of newsroom intrigue and corporate malfeasance. At the time of writing, you can still find it on Amazon Prime. If you haven’t seen it already, fix that.

SOMETHING WILD (1986, dir. Jonathan Demme)

Brilliant romantic comedy with a screenplay that’s sharp as a tack while also doubling as one hell of a gear-shift picture. The less you know about this going in, the better. A real gem from a decade with a lot of great rom-coms; but, with few as distinct and chock full of personality as this.

VANILLA SKY (2001, dir. Cameron Crowe)

And speaking of cinematic romance, my penultimate pick for my favorite discoveries of the year is a movie that’s grown on me with repeated viewings and hasn’t left my mind since I first saw it. I know it sounds weird saying this for a movie that’s barely twenty years old; but, they really don’t make movies like this anymore. Stories that make big swings and paint with broad strokes to create something both deeply personal yet oddly universal. That ending still might be one of the most thought-provoking things I’ve seen in a long, long time. Plus, as is to be expected of a Cameron Crowe picture, the soundtrack owns.

UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD (1991, dir. Wim Wenders, full director’s cut)

Where to begin on a film that looms so large yet remains so unheard of among even the most hardcore of film aficionados? It’s rare for a director to make a bold claim such as crafting the ultimate road picture and even more so to have the final result actually live up to it. Part sweeping globetrotting love affair, part heart-wrenching science fiction parable, all incredibly unique, cultured and intelligent. A vision of a future that’s long since past that still feels enticing and worth exploring. A lengthy journey to be sure, but one well worth taking.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Strange Days, Road to Perdition, Excalibur, The Silent Partner, Touch of Evil, Solaris (2002), The Conversation, Branded to Kill, Gimme Danger, La Jetee, Killing Them Softly, The Yakuza

Happy New Year everyone! Here’s hoping 2021 is slightly less crap than 2020 was.

KICK-ASS: the Anarchy of Adolescence and the Necessity for Variety in Genre

 “Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth” - SUBDIVISIONS, Rush

“We are young, we are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool, we are free
And we're running with blood on our knees” - KICK-ASS, MIKA & RedOne

Cards on the table, I think some of my best writing within the realms of film criticism comes from springboarding off of what I see and hear on a daily basis. Such is the case with this editorial which came from seeing Patrick Willems’ recent treatise on his disdain for the  perceived wide breadth of adult-oriented superhero material. I’ll put the link to it here because it sets a decent context and makes a couple worthwhile points near the end; but, most of it is the same tired hyperbolic crap that gets dragged out whenever the usual gadflies decide to comment on this particular subject. 

“It’s just overviolent edgelord nonsense made for teenage boys”, “These characters started out for younger audiences”, the petulant and outlandish villainization of Zack Snyder, etc. You’ve heard these beats a million times over, so I’m not going to waste your time by complaining about them. Besides, I wanted to use this bout of cynicism as a vehicle to expressing joy and offering a more productive counterargument. I’m here to talk about what I hold as not only my favorite superhero flick, but the reason I keep wanting more variety out of this genre: Matthew Vaughn’s Kick-Ass.

So, the story proper begins a decade ago. I was about ten years old, teeming with excitement and anticipation for what was more or less my first venture into a comic book store of any kind. I had yet to figure out the minute intricacies of how everything was laid out and what titles I should be on the lookout for. Of course, my first instinct was to wander around and go at my own pace.

Pick up whatever speaks to me and just figure it out from there. More to the point, one of the titles that immediately caught my eye was Mark Millar and John Romita JR.’s KICK-ASS. A slick hardcover with it’s provocative title in bold yellow lettering. Hard to lose in a crowd of other titles competing for your attention. Before I could even get past the first pages, my dad smacked the hardcover out of my hand and pushed me to pick something out already. So, we ended up  walking out with a couple back issues of Iron Man from ‘87 or so and that was that. But, I was more determined than ever to figure out what was in that graphic novel that got him so worked up. Naturally, I waited another couple years and started with the movie it spawned not long after its initial publication.

Still just as electrifying today as it was in 2010, Kick-Ass centers around high school nobody Dave Lizewski deciding to finally become a real-life superhero and the complications that arise from it. Oh yeah and it has Nicolas Cage as the most politely hyper-violent Batman ever in all but name. Think Ben Affleck’s dark knight if he spoke with the calm, dryly observant demeanor of Adam West. It’s bloody as hell, pyrotechnically profane, exhilarating and screamingly funny...so, why use a film that seemingly embodies the exact qualities Willems and his contemporaries find everso frustrating to prove my point? 

The answer is simple.

Until Into The Spider-Verse made waves a couple years ago, I’d say this was the only mainstream superhero movie that tapped into why this archetype dominates the popular imagination in the here and now. For all the nastiness that comes with its dive into R-rated waters, there’s two basic narrative ticks that imbue the film with a raw, beating heart as it continues to beat everything else utterly senseless. For starters, it completely and fundamentally gets how being a teenager sucks. Most importantly, it does so in a way that doesn’t feel facile or contemptful of its adolescent characters. 

Capturing that strange limbo before you turn 18, graduate high school and start to move on with your life. An early rock bottom where total aimlessness is the order of the day. No clue who or what you want out of your circle of friends (or hell even out of yourself), that dawning dread of a day-to-day monotony that seems like it will inevitably extend forever onward into adulthood and a gut feeling that there may be no hope of true escape from whatever corner of the universe they inhabit (urban, suburban or otherwise).

Said aimlessness carries over to why Dave dons the pathetic combo of scuba gear and electrical tape he calls a costume in the first place. He doesn’t do it as some predestined calling or to protect the public good. If anything, the only even remotely protective instinct that leads to his decision is wanting to feel just a small bit of power over the muggers that hassle him and his friends on a constant basis...who still end up knocking him on his ass and leave him for dead even when he suits up.

Reality only intrudes on his heroics further and further as the movie speeds along. Not to the degree of the original comics where those devolve into straight-up cruelty; but, enough to give the bloodshed purpose and real weight. Like a lot of misguided forays into the so-called real world, it’s lessons are quite painful and can often feel overwhelming. He’s repeatedly established to be way out of his depth, whether it’s lack of practical crime-fighting skills (i.e. simply being able to hold his own ground in a fight) compared to Big Daddy and Hit-Girl or feeling inferior next to the slicker, more professional image of his treacherous cohort Red Mist. And yet, he’s still able to look at himself in the mirror. Black eyes staring from behind a blood-stained mask as if to ask himself and the world holding him at gunpoint: “is that the best you can do?”. 

All of which leads me to the second point: it violently tears that wish-fulfillment fantasy down in order to rebuild and re-establish it not only as valid but also kind of necessary in a sense*. Could or should superheroes be real? Probably not. As over-the-top as the climax gets (two words: jetpack minigun), there’s no mistaking that our protagonist is only surviving by the skin of his teeth which makes it all the more satisfying when he returns the favor for his infinitely more confident companion. He remains hopeful though and it’s clear that the images of superheroes are still a cathartic escapism.

It’s a picture that never stops moving even when it slows down. Some of which can be attributed to the soundtrack. A healthy, eclectic mix of vintage deep cuts and passionately anthemic contemporary pop/punk. The film’s central ethos literally embodied in the title track’s chorus, as quoted at the beginning of this op-ed.**

Granted, none of this is to say Kick-Ass is some sort of deep intellectual exercise. God no. Of the two R-rated superhero movies that made me want to make movies in the first place, Watchmen is still the one that I can defend more honestly on an analytical level. If you need further convincing, just repeat the title to yourself and let it sink in from there. It’s a comic book action flick with an abrasive sense of humor and a palpable pulse when the bloodletting kicks in. Is the violence grotesque and indulgent? You bet your bottom dollar it is! But, that’s the fun of it! It’s what makes it feel all the more alive and kinetic. 

Plus, the fact that there are real characters worth giving a damn about at the center with tangible, resonant connections to recognizable personal experiences just boosts the rush all the further. None of which is possible when we limit these movies to nothing more than pseudo-optimistic PG-13 spectacle made to justify fifteen more movies and sell Funko POPs to wide-eyed children or thirtysomethings that still wished they were wide-eyed children.

* I should also note that James Mangold did this on a broader, more metatextual level with Logan back in 2017.

**Incidentally, I’d also say this (among other things) is what got me to lower my defenses as a somewhat basic classic rock snob and give stuff from my own generation a fair shake.

When Did Wanting Extended Cuts Become a Bad Thing?

If you’ve been paying any attention to the online film discourse at all within the last three years, there’s a good chance you’ve heard about the alleged original cut of Justice League that was on track for release until Zack Snyder had to depart from the production under tragic personal circumstances. Thoughts and musings often range from a sincere desire to see a single creative vision persevere in the tentpole blockbuster scene (regardless of if the end result is any good or even finished) to aggressive dismissal of perceived manchildren bullying a studio over something that might not even exist.

Now, for a little context, here’s a quick summation of what all this talk is over. Back in March 2017, Justice League was en route to finish production without a hitch. Then, Snyder had to step down due to personal pressures that I won’t elaborate on here for the sake of good taste. Afterwards, Joss Whedon stepped on to helm whatever extra scenes and reshoots wherever they were necessary. Cut to November of that year where the film got savaged by the press as well as fans and the box-office results were less than stellar, to put it nicely. Many claim that Whedon just tried to fix a film that wasn’t even broken to begin with. Honestly, when I look at side-by-side comparisons of what certain scenes looked like before he entered the picture, I have a hard time disagreeing with that assertion.

For a while, it seemed increasingly unlikely that this extended cut would even see the light of day. Rumors ranged that the film only needed some more time in the editing bay while others insisted that it would take too much money to be worth finishing. Personally, I’ve even speculated that the release of this would probably play out like the Donner Cut of Superman II if were to happen at all (where we’d have to wait a long time to even see it). But, from the looks of recent headlines, a lot of this talk is about to pay off.

Speculation based on reliable sources has led most to believe that the Snyder Cut will be used as a potential launch title for HBO Max, be it as a single film or cut up into chunks and released as a miniseries (a la what Netflix did with Quentin Tarantino’s extended version of The Hateful Eight not too long ago).

I won’t dwell on the outlandish demonizing of Zack Snyder for too long. Even acknowledging it feels like perpetuating it against a filmmaker who really doesn’t deserve it. The hypocrisy of people who lambast so-called “toxic fans” for dogpiling on a filmmaker with a radically different take on a popular IP in one breath while mimicking the exact same toxicity in another speaks for itself. All one needs to do is replace the name “Zack Snyder” with say “Rian Johnson” or any other artist that rubs online fandom the wrong way and a lot of this bashing from bloggers becomes inseparable from the same morons who demanded The Last Jedi to be what would have amounted to cinematic fan-fiction.

Imagine if Twitter (specifically this writhing seething subsect of Film Twitter that makes talking about movies so unpleasant these days) was around when the first few alternate cuts of Blade Runner came out. Or David Fincher’s “assembly cut” of Alien 3. Or Wim Winders’ preferred vision of Until the End of the World (which finally saw completion thanks to a restoration from Janus Films). Or Sergio Leone’s original cut of Once Upon A Time in America. Or Dark City. It even applies to two of Snyder’s previous films.

Both the longer versions of Batman v Superman and Watchmen  benefitted from an extended runtime, even from a few voices who weren’t fond of either film to begin with. All this talk of releasing the film rewarding the worst impulses of modern fandom or just simply being a futile and stupid gesture (to borrow the parlance of National Lampoon) struck me as disingenuous at best and needlessly mean-spirited at worst. I’ve believed this since it first entered the larger conversation back in late 2017 and I can’t say my stance has shifted all that much at the time of writing. Especially when one considers that extended cuts have always had a neutral or resoundingly positive stance in film fandom for decades.

If an extended cut made a movie better, it was a cause for celebration. In some instances, the changes were significant enough to rehabilitate a film’s reputation. Look at how opinions have shifted in favor of notorious flops like Michael Cimino’s Heaven’s Gate or Francis Ford Coppola’s The Cotton Club. And, if didn’t, it wasn’t a big deal. Extended cuts that either didn’t impact the film to any noticeable degree or outright dragged it down quality-wise have been treated like minor footnotes at most. If you don’t believe me, just look into how much noise is made about the extended cut of Stripes or the special edition of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I’ve even heard MCU fans express interest in longer versions of The Incredible Hulk or Thor: The Dark World.

Worst of all, I think a lot of this bile sends a message that might damage the film industry going forward (i.e. not even critics give a damn if the biggest titles on the market are increasingly assembly-line white noise). Speaking purely from the perspective of an up-and-coming filmmaker, this snide dismissive attitude is insanely dispiriting and yet it is something that’s becoming more common these days (which is all the more troublesome). Do I even need to recall Edgar Wright’s infamously acrimonious departure from the first Ant-Man or the lightning rod of controversy that was Phil Lord & Chris Miller getting the boot from Solo when they already finished shooting most of the movie?

Regardless, I can’t say I’m entirely on board with the Snyder Cut movement either. Even if such a massive support for creative vision is comforting (if only within the realm of comic book blockbusters) and raising money for suicide prevention charities, there’s still enough deranged malcontents in the lot that warrant serious debate.

So, in the end, all I really have to say is let go of this. If the Snyder Cut comes out, good. Let people be excited for it. Don’t rain on their parade even if it is held together with duct tape and prayer. What’s the worst that can happen? There’s certainly more pressing matters in the current climate.

So...I Started A Podcast About Weird Movies

Over the past few months, I've been developing a podcast. I've wanted to do one for years and I've tried to launch two in the past. Yet, neither got off the ground.

But, that's all changed. I've settled on an idea and gathered my materials together. Words will be said and things will happen...I guess. Introducing Warped Celluloid, the best new podcast for far-out films.

Here's the cover art...

...pretty vibrant, isn't it?

Anyway, the structure of each episode goes as follows. Every two weeks, my co-host Chandler and I will talk about a weird film usually chosen by me (what makes it unique, interesting filmmaking techniques, fun bits of trivia or behind-the-scenes stories, context within film history, etc.). Each discussion will last for about 30-90 minutes. At the beginning of each month, we'll talk about two movies specially chosen as a double feature by yours truly. Maybe, we get a whole hour and a half out of talking about Midsommar and Sleepaway Camp in one episode. Who knows?

We'll be launching the show in some time within the next three weeks. For our inaugural episode, we'll be covering the punk rock sci-fi cult comedy Repo Man (1984, dir. Alex Cox) and a darkly comedic indie gem called The Art of Self-Defense (2019, dir. Riley Stearns). The theme binding these two? New Year's Resolutions! How? Just hold on a little while longer. All will be explained in good time.

Stay tuned! You can find the show in the following platforms:
iTunes
Spotify
YouTube

Looking Back and Forward

At the time of writing, I've been running Matinee Everyday on and off for the better part of three years. I've found that I don't really have the time or passion for cranking out blog posts as much as I usually do.

It's been a productive year for me on every front except for this humble little blog. I've only published three posts in total. Why such a low number? Partly because I've been busy with other matters; but, mostly because I'm lacking the same drive towards traditional criticism that I used to (and even then, it was still just a hobby).

So, I'm changing things up a bit here. Even with new priorities, I still think there's a place for critique alongside the craft itself. From this point forward, Matinee Everyday will host a wider variety of my content. Reviews, opinion pieces, my own short films, insights towards my own filmmaking journey and a few other things. I have a big announcement coming tomorrow. So, keep an eye out for that.

So, happy new year! It's an exciting time to be alive, folks. Here's to keeping this running for as long as I can.

Jack's Favorite Movies of 2019

When we look back at the 2010s in terms of movies, 2019 will probably not be the defining year of this particular decade. Frankly, I’d say that honor goes to either 2014 or 2017 just because of the wealth of future classics they offered. This wasn’t exactly the best year for cinema in the opinion of this humble writer (with a lot of movies that just slid off my brain like Teflon and some outright duds that are best left unmentioned).

Regardless, the first half of 2019 may have been a dry spell; but, the second half proved to be one impressive hot streak. Any year that can produce a list of this many quality titles shouldn’t be so callously dismissed. You got to find those silver linings when you can and such. Without further ado, this is my top twenty of 2019...with the usual caveats these year-end lists always come with. This isn’t my final word on this topic, the list is always subject to change, you may have discrepancies with my choices and that’s totally fine, etc. You get the idea. On with the show!

#20) HIGH LIFE

A24 has really been knocking it out of the park since they sprouted up back in 2013 and the first of many entries from their catalog on this list is this abstract space oddity courtesy of Claire Denis. One of the most bizarre and experimental visions from an indie powerhouse that made its bones gifting modern audiences with peculiar visions.

#19) JOJO RABBIT

Taika Watiti took a big swing with a premise this out there and potentially abrasive; but, it paid off as he really hit home with Jojo Rabbit. A film that’s deceptively thoughtful, sharply cutting, flagrantly quirky, surprisingly emotional, and deeply human. In an age where edgy comedy is either rarer than gold dust or misunderstands the point of such venomous humor, it's nice to see a film succeed without feeling like it's trying too hard to piss people off or pulling it's hardest punches out of fears that they may be crossing a line. The best "offensive: comedy always has a deeper meaning than simply catching an audience off-guard for a moment or two. In this case, it's mocking the monsters themselves and not the atrocities they committed. And, most potently of all, recognizing the childishness behind one of history's most unfathomable evils with shocking clarity.

#18) DOLEMITE IS MY NAME

All that talk you’ve been hearing about this being Eddie Murphy’s best performance in years wasn’t hyperbolic in the slightest. A wonderful parable about the power of on-screen representation and a nice window into one of blaxploitation cinema’s most quixotic figures. You can find it on Netflix right now. It’s good comfy viewing. No more, no less.

#17/16) TIE: JOKER/SHAZAM!

Look, I know I’m cheating by including two movies in one slot and breaking my goal of going to go a year or two without any superhero movies on the list. Nevertheless, I have more than a few good reasons to include both of these films.
We'll start with Joker because it's the most contentious of the two. For starters, the discourse surrounding it has been as captivating as it has been maddening. Joker is by no means a masterpiece; but, it’s stuck with me in ways few other comic book flicks (hell, few other movies period) have in recent memory with it's grimy visuals, bold if not a little simplistic script, and a rightfully celebrated performance from Joaquin Phoenix.

As for Shazam, that’s a matter of finding new ways forward by going back to the roots of a genre. It’s nice to know you can still get a crowd pleasing hit out of something made by filmmakers with clear enthusiasm and passion for what they're making. Like if Joe Dante made a superhero flick in the mid-90s, it would almost definitely look and feel like Shazam. From the looks of things, DC may rule the 2020s much like how the Marvel Cinematic Universe dominated the 2010s. And, considering how their next film looks like someone turned True Romance into a comic book flick, I’d say this is a rather exciting development for the genre.

#15) THE FAREWELL

What a beautifully empathetic, quietly powerful little film. Along with Dolemite is my Name and a few other titles that unfortunately didn't make my list, it’s the greatest argument for representation and diversity in the modern filmmaking scene. Because without it, we don’t get stories as honest, passionate, eloquent, and personal as this. I liked it when I first saw it and it’s grown on me ever since. Don't miss this one.

#14) THE LIGHTHOUSE

A monochromatic fever dream that mixes psychological character drama, absurdist dark comedy and supernatural horror into a mesmerizing cocktail. The best way I can describe it is that it feels like a richly textured classic novel. One where the atmosphere is so palpable and the characters are equally enigmatic. You can practically smell the salty sea air after you leave the theater.

#13) DOCTOR SLEEP

The late-2010s have been a mini-renaissance for Stephen King adaptations and this is no exception. In fact, it may be the best of this recent run. As a sequel to one of the most beloved horror films of all time, Doctor Sleep does an admirable job of blazing its own trail while respecting what came before it. Rose the Hat is one of the most memorable horror villains in recent memory and the whole story is tinged with a gentle melancholy that I found deeply arresting.

#12) JOHN WICK CHAPTER 3: PARABELLUM

A decade of truly excellent action cinema ends with a bang with the penultimate entry in the genre's current creme de la creme franchise. I have no clue how they’ll top this with Chapter 4; but, I couldn’t be more excited to see how they try.

#11) THE MAN WHO KILLED DON QUIXOTE

Terry Gilliam’s notoriously long-gestating dream project is finally here and, by God, it was well worth the wait. Adam Driver and Jonathan Pryce make for a winning duo and it features some of the most striking dreamlike imagery you’ll see in a movie this year or any other. Try it if your taste is a little adventurous.

#10) FORD V. FERRARI

Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t always limit my moviegoing habits to the super artsy or the super bizarre. Sometimes, a good crowd-pleaser is all it takes to keep me happy. Such is the case with James Mangold’s riveting recollection of the 1966 race at Le Mans. A film whose subtext of creative freedom equating to long-term benefits spoke to me and feels all the more necessary in a post-Disney/Fox world. Sure, the whole cast is aces; but, the standout is Christian Bale. He’s an absolute fire-cracker here, giving his usual brand of intensity a much lighter spin that’s compulsively watchable and consistently entertaining.

#9) APOLLO 11

Among the many trends to pop up in movies over the last decade, it’s really nice to see documentaries having a healthy life in the spotlight. Last year offered us bountiful riches like They Shall Not Grow Old and Won’t You Be My Neighbor?. This year, amid some other notable titles, we got Apollo 11. The footage the filmmakers had access to is absolutely breathtaking and the way it’s assembled is consistently compelling.

#8) PARASITE

Bong Joon-Ho’s latest masterwork is a one-of-a-kind celluloid entity that deftly balances dark comedy, chilling suspense and poignant class-conscious social commentary while also making excellent use of its stunningly designed central location. I’d say more; but, that would be giving the game away now, wouldn’t it? See this knowing as little as possible. Believe me, it lives up to the hype.

#7) DRAGGED ACROSS CONCRETE

S. Craig Zahler strikes again with his best picture to date. Vince Vaughn continues to reaffirm himself as a far more compelling dramatic actor than anyone could have predicted while Mel Gibson turns in one of his best performances in years. It deals with themes of modern society’s complicated view of law enforcement in a unique and nuanced way. The kind of thoughtfulness that makes you wish other similar films could do the same. At this point, if he keeps this hot streak going, I’m more than willing to credit Zahler as a new master of cinematic pulp among greats like Samuel Fuller and John Milius.

#6) KNIVES OUT

Boy, oh boy, does it feel good to unreservedley love a Rian Johnson picture again! Built on the foundation of an immensely well-crafted screenplay, it’s performed by a game cast and executed behind the camera with clock-work precision. A good old-fashioned murder mystery with modern touches that never feel pandering, out-of-place or desperate. Really, to say any more would be needlessly redundant. Suffice it to say, I haven’t felt this satisfied by a film’s final frame in a very long time...well, with the one exception being the film in my number four slot. But, I'll get to that in due time. Moving on...

#5) UNCUT GEMS

The Safdie Brothers have returned with their most nerve-wracking game of cinematic pinball yet. That wording may be more than a little intense; but, so is this movie. I have yet to see another film that captures what stress feels like this viscerally or this acutely. Adam Sandler is positively electric as a livewire human freakshow who's so enthralled to his need for push himself to the edge, that he's blinded himself to what real danger actually lurks behind his every move. His much-discussed Oscar nomination has a 50/50 shot of actually coming to pass. Regardless, he deserves it for delivering a performance this layered and committed. That kind of craft and attention to detail is worth something in my book. It’s just dropped in theaters this past Christmas. Definitely give it a shot. You’re never going to see a crime flick quite like this for a long time. Bonus points for what may be the best on-screen use of Billy Joel ever.

#4) THE IRISHMAN

Returning to the subject of perfect final shots, no other film this year has ended on such a deceptively simple yet ultimately devastating note. Martin Scorsese came back to the gangster pictures that many say he perfected in the ‘90s to give the storied genre it’s day of reckoning. It’s well-paced, well-textured, and somber while not devolving self-pitying. Absolutely essential viewing.

#3) AD ASTRA

A sort of Solaris by way of Apocalypse Now, Ad Astra is easily James Gray’s best work to date. Max Richter’s score is off the charts, Hoyte van Hoytema’s cinematography is next-level beautiful and I’ll be damned if that climax didn’t hit me where it hurts. A stunningly great science fiction film to cap off a decade that’s given us more than its fair share of superb cinematic sci-fi… oh, and did I mention this also has space pirates in it? Because there’s space pirates in this and they chase Brad Pitt around on the moon. That’s just awesome, plain and simple.

#2) ONCE UPON A TIME IN...HOLLYWOOD

Going from one film that presses all my buttons in all the right ways starring Brad Pitt to another film that presses all my buttons in all the right ways starring Brad Pitt...well, you get the idea. It’s a slight film upon first viewing. One whose riches grow more rewarding with each successive viewing. To borrow a phrase from Tarantino himself, Once Upon A Time In ... Hollywood is a terrific hangout film. In an age where we’re growing more and more skeptical of why we hold the City of Angels in such high regard, this is a splendid reminder of why we fell in love with it’s decadent fantasies in the first place. It's a lovely cruise through a Technicolor dreamland, inspired by reality yet undeniably cinematic.

Before we get to my number one film of the year, I’d be remiss if I didn’t shine a spotlight on some honorable mentions:

• READY OR NOT (for being a solid horror-comedy with a solid script with clever surprises abound and plentiful amounts of carnage)
• GLASS (for being the other intellectually stimulating and divisive comic book flick of 2019)
• THE ART OF SELF-DEFENSE (for being one of the smartest, most unique dark comedies I’ve seen in a while. It's also just the hardest I've laughed at any movie this year.)
• ROCKETMAN (for proving that music biopics can have a pulse and actually resonate with audiences besides the ephemeral appeal of watching movie stars lip-sync iconic pop ballads)
• THE BEACH BUM (for simultaneously gifting us with the quintessential Matthew McConaughey performance and the most beautifully photographed movie to ever be set in Florida)
• IN FABRIC (for being the most entertainingly bizarre movie-going experience I’ve had all year, possibly in my whole life)
• CRAWL (just for being a lean, mean, well-done creature feature)

And now, my favorite film of 2019 is....(insert a drumroll here if that's your bag)....

#1) UNDER THE SILVER LAKE

Now, from a film that can’t stop singing Hollywood’s praises, we transition to a film so frustrated and disgusted with it all that it’s determined to burn the whole thing down. After staking his claim with the superb It Follows, David Robert Mitchell’s latest film is quite the curious case study. A film of numerous walking contradictions. Where the mysteries are labyrinthine, overwhelming and always in the foreground; yet, by the end, they’re all cast aside simply and end up meaning little to nothing. Andrew Garfield gives one of the best performances of his entire career as a scruffy wannabe gumshoe navigating his way through the dizzying hipster detritus that is contemporary Los Angeles. Ditto for the mesmerizing score courtesy of Disasterpeace. If his previous work on It Follows was him exploring his inner John Carpenter, this is him experimenting with his inner Bernard Herrmann.
It’s an utter thing to behold…which makes the fact that it’s distributor buried it so unceremoniously all the more heartbreaking. Thankfully, it’s easy to find on streaming and it’s starting to grow a cult fanbase (of which I am most certainly a part of). I can’t say it’s for all tastes. But, if you’re looking for something new and bizarre, I couldn’t recommend highly enough. It’s a film that I could talk about ad nauseum (to the point where I’ve been trying to figure out the best long-form approach to it for at least six months). Needless to say, this is the best movie of its kind since Inherent Vice. I’ve seen it two or three times already and I’ll probably end up watching it even more throughout the coming years. It’s a mesmerizing fever dream of a film that’s dense to pick apart for hours and bold enough to mock the viewer for doing so. A true original. Please give it a look.

Thanks for reading and have an amazing new year! Onward to 2020!

JOKER Review

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Good or bad, I knew from its inception that Joker would be a movie worth paying attention to. Superhero movies as a genre have desperately needed to evolve for a long time now. As fun as the Marvel frenzy has been for the past decade or so, it’s worst impulses have led to a state of creative stagnation and (if they don’t break free) I reckon they won’t be staying around for much longer. Yes, even a pitch as gonzo as a supervillain origin story that owes more to names like Scorsese, Lumet and Friedkin than anything on the four-color page is the kind of out there experimentalism I’ve been craving. You better believe I was excited for this.

So much so that I was able to wade through the exhausting pre-release discourse that’s been raging for months on end (a lot of which seems disingenuous or outright misinformed). I don’t want it to take up the whole review. So, I’ll be frank. A good chunk of those who engage in the bafflingly idiotic controversy surrounding the film mainly seem to forget is that there’s a very hard line between empathy and sympathy. Pardon me for repeating myself if I’ve said this before; but, until the moral panic brigades cease to exist, I’m going to keep beating this drum with the force of a thousand suns. Take this to heart, dear reader: DEPICTION DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY EQUAL ENDORSEMENT!

You’d have to be thick as a brick to not tell that our villain protagonist is warped from the start and that the society that fostered him has already failed him. Even before he crosses several lines, it’s completely understandable both why he’s driven to such hideous criminal activities and why the world didn’t particularly care for him in the first place. Does it all feel a bit thin in spots narratively and subtextually? Sure. But, what’s there is absolutely worthy of discussion. The specters of abuse, societal collapse, mental healthcare, and mass violence palpably haunt every frame. That last one in particular seem to be what riles the film’s detractors up the most. Said masses repeatedly cry out “Now’s not the right time for this movie”. Respectfully, I must disagree. I think 2019 couldn’t be a better time for a movie this big to confront these specific issues.

Joker might be stuck in the strange transitional period that was the early 1980s; but, a lot of what it has to say speaks to our current cultural discontent and despair. A billionaire public figure promising salvation yet only delivering more unrest and degradation. Social isolation driving wedges between the common people further and further, day by day. Media talking heads simultaneously demonizing and fetishizing cowardly acts of cruelty against normal people perpetrated by other so-called “normal people”. Anyone else think that sounds even remotely topical or worthy of debate? The best speculative fiction always transports us while still keeping what we’re escaping in the subconscious (although I’d argue this provides purely an indictment on our world rather than a brighter path forward).

Anyway, let’s get back to the brass tacks. The actual nuts and bolts behind this picture’s construction. As everyone else has written ad nauseum elsewhere, Joaquin Phoenix is phenomenal here. I never thought I’d cringe that hard seeing someone laugh; but, here we are. The subtle touches he brings to the role create a frightening portrait of mental illness that rarely dips into outright caricature.

Likewise, the direction courtesy of mainstream comedy veteran Todd Phillips is surprisingly stellar. It all looks like the New York only '70s cinema could capture filtered through a phantasmagorical carnival funhouse mirror. The jarring contrast between the contrasted against harsh yellows, greens, and blues creates a trance-like effect distinguishing it from every other superhero movie out on the market. It’s grimy and raw while maintaining a sense of vibrant color and slick style. Like a lot of my peers, I never would’ve guessed he had this kind of flick in him; but, I’m ecstatic he made it. My only real gripes are a certain third-act plot reveal needing to be handled with more subtlety and grace than it actually receives. Well, that and for all the talk of how this is the “dangerous comic book flick you’re not supposed”, it’s awfully tame (relatively speaking) for the majority of its running time. It always walks the line, never skewing too far one way or the other.



Like I said, I don’t think Joker reaches all of its goals to perfection; but, I respect the hell out of it for trying at the very least. On the whole, it’s solid stuff with a few cracks in the armor; yet, individual moments pack massive punches. Furthermore, I hope it’s success inspires a more interesting step forward. It’s a diamond in the rough to be sure and if there’s one thing I can definitely say in its favor is that it stuck with me (which is more than I can say for the likes of this year’s MCU offerings).

RATING: 8/10

GLASS Review

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: There may or may not be a couple minor spoilers in the following text. With that in mind, I'd recommend seeing the film and bookmark my critique for after you've seen it. It's my belief that criticism that should be supplemental material to aide one's appreciation of art, not a deciding factor on whether or not said art is worth your time. Also, if you're not familiar with Unbreakable or Split, fix that before seeing this.



There's nothing new to say about this guy, is there? Every praise about his few good films has been sung and everything afterwards has become fodder for that depressing corner of online film culture that only likes talking smack about movies generally. So, is M. Night Shyamalan really back on track after a string of high-profile failures or was Split just an entertaining fluke? Now, I recognize that I'm probably in the minority opinion here; but, my answer is a resounding yes. What we're given is a tough film to love (albeit one that's endlessly intriguing nevertheless). In fact, I feel like I might have jumped the gun when I called Widows the least audience-friendly mainstream release of recent years. What it lacks in thrills it more than makes up for in ideas. Big ideas. Ideas that not everyone in the audience is going to be on board with. But, they're big, bold, and worthy of kudos for even diving into them.

Anyone reading this is most likely aware that the "realistic superhero movie" isn't much of a novelty these days. We've seen the Zack Snyder/Christopher Nolan cycle of the DC movies, Kick-Ass, Logan and even Shyamalan's own Unbreakable (which has been around for the better part of two decades); but, as much as I love all of those, I'd say Night has gotten the closest towards fully realizing this realist conceit. What few action scenes there are go for a more intimate, awkward and cluttered approach than the crowd-pleasing epic scale brawls common to the likes of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Plus, this take on what superheroes and their stories mean in the broader cultural context is one I find fascinating due to its balanced levels of contempt and respect for the genre. It's taking material seriously as art rather than strictly as adaptation. Glass has the slick appearance of subtlety and grace even if its creative head honcho's artistic flourishes are anything but. Aside from all that pontifical weight, it's got some real directorial strength to brag about. It's methodically paced, imaginatively shot and the various narrative yarns are fairly well-balanced. There's a shot during the second act of Sam Jackson's eye that feels like nothing less than a clever tribute to John Frankenheimer's Seconds that I greatly appreciated among other wonderful references and homages.

Despite working at the top of his game for the first time in eons, some of M. Night's worst habits also crop up every now and then. Although, they're not prevalent enough to bring the whole show down. There's the spectre of schizophrenic tonal shifts and narratives that don't entirely add up have always loomed large over his body of work and this is no exception. If there's a weak link in the cast, I'm disappointed to say that it's Sarah Paulson. To be fair, her character is the worst written in the entire film; so, she's given almost nothing to work with; but, her flat affectations don't add anything to the proceedings and (intentionally or not) manages to make the stilted dialogue feel even more unnatural. Everyone else is thankfully operating in top gear. Once again, James McAvoy is the standout whenever's he's effortlessly switching back and forth between The Horde's various eccentric personalities and he's even given some effective comedic moments*. Samuel L. Jackson isn't afforded the level of screentime one would expect from the title; however, when he gets time in the sun during the climax, he really comes to play and his presence is magnetic. Of course, it's also nice to see a recent movie with Bruce Willis where he seems act like he actually wanted to be on set besides the paycheck.



When I think of Glass, I recall an idea once posited by the great Francois Truffaut: that a film being interesting is far more important than any perceived measure of quality. As much as I've dunked on Blumhouse over the years, I highly respect Jason Blum for being a sharp-witted businessman and the fact that he gave Shyamalan carte blanche to make a film only he could've made. Despite being all over the place in others respects, it stirkes a stable mix of the meditative moodiness of Unbreakable and the schlock sensibilities of Split (ditto for West Dylan Thordson's phantasmagorical score). It's built from the ground up to be a polarizing experience. When the absolutely bugnuts third act rolls around, you're either going to go along for the ride or you're going to instantly tune out and it'll bounce off you. It's the kind of thing that can spark hours upon hours of conversation about whether or not it even really works. Structuring the climatic entry in a trilogy to be deliberately unsatisfying or even downright puzzling is a bold choice that's not going to click with everyone. For now, I'm happy to say this is the most fascinating and out there work in the superhero genre since Logan (or hell maybe even Batman v Superman).

GLASS gets a...
KINO PAR EXCELLENCE out of TEN

Jack's Favorite Movies of 2018

2018 has been a tough year for many people and even I've had my lesser moments. Thankfully, we've had plenty of awesome flicks to pass the time in between all the chaos. A lot of good stuff flew under the radar and I'm going to try to give all of it some time in the sun (be it in this article or some other down the line). Likewise, I won't do a "Worst of the Year" list because they're tacky, boring and ultimately unproductive. Besides, why would waste my precious time pissing and moaning about films I either didn't care for or outright despised? Never have, never will. End of discussion.

Art is subjective and people are free to like or dislike whatever they wish to. I'd also like to note that nothing about this is set in stone or sacrosanct. Chances are these rankings will fluctuate and change over time. My thoughts on each entry may increase or sour as the years pass. That also feeds into why I call these lists my "favorite" movies of the year and not the "best". So, take this with a tiny grain of salt. Now, with all of that expository garbage out of the way, on with the list. The following fifteen films are what I'd consider to be the standout works of cinema from 2018. Enjoy!

#15) SEARCHING

Contemporary techsploitation has finally yielded its first out-and-out success with Searching. Doing a more subtle riff on the likes of Taken (only leaning more towards slow-build tension rather than cheap white knuckle thrills). John Cho and company give great performances in spite of the constraints inherent to this kind of movie. Really, everyone involved gave this project 110%.To say it's refreshing would be an understatement.

#14) YOU WERE NEVER REALLY HERE

Consider this a sort of arthouse Taxi Driver. Joaquin Phoenix gives a gut-wrenching yet understated as a hitman grappling PTSD. Plus, it's all undercut with what I'd say is some of Radiohead alum Jonny Greenwood's best work as a composer and that's really saying something. Words can't properly sum up what it's like to watch this. It's a personal experience that means different things to the different people who've seen and/or loved it.

#13) THE BALLAD OF BUSTER SCRUGGS

A lot has been said about Netflix lacking quality releases when it comes to their film output. Thankfully, it appears that won't be the case for much longer. They've really stepped their game up this year and we're all the better for it. Joel & Ethan Coen gifted the streaming titan with a Western anthology. Veering wildly from the comical to the darkly tragic to the poignant, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs is a nice Western-flavored slice of everything that makes the Coen brothers so endearing.

#12) GAME NIGHT

Frequently hilarious and thrilling, Game Night is a wonderful example of what you get when focus on comedies as movies first and not ninety-minute sitcoms (albeit with leeway to push the envelope a tad further regarding content). Here's hoping this and Tag serve as shots in the arm for a genre that needs to evolve now more than ever.

#11) THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

Whenever the release schedules start feeling predictable, I find that it's always important to remember that pleasant surprises still lurk around the corners. Case in point: The Other Side Of The Wind. Distributed by Netflix, the posthumous final film of the legendary Orson Welles turned out to be a Fellini-esque tone poem that poses the interesting thesis that Welles himself might have far from the genius that film snobs praise him as. Or, for a more recent comparison, a more abstract work in the vein of Birdman. What does it all mean? I'm not entirely certain. Nevertheless, I can't wait to return for several more viewings in the vain hope of figuring out this inscrutable cinematic puzzle.

#10) UPGRADE

Speaking of pleasant surprises, Upgrade seemingly came out of nowhere to the delight of hardcore movie nerds including myself. Every action beat is next-level brilliant, with uniquely mechanical camerawork and a gleefully cavalier approach to gore. All of which is anchored by an appropriately maleable yet grounded performance from Logan Marshall-Green. Combining the best elements of revenge thrillers, body horror and cyberpunk into one unique, it's a fantastic B-movie from Leigh Whannell as well as a showcase the best of what Blumhouse is capable of.

#9) ISLE OF DOGS

Wes Anderson popping up on anyone and everyone's year-end best list stopped being surprising eons ago. What is surprising is how that never became tiresome. 2018 was a mostly solid year for animation and Isle of Dogs reigned supreme among the genre's myriad of offerings. Some misconstrued as an act of cultural appropriation when it turned out to be a sincere work of cultural appreciation. Soulful, quiet, and visually sumptuous, it's a solid family adventure with more artistic flair and high-minded ambition than this sort of fare usually gets.

#8) WIDOWS

If Drive owed more than a little debt to Thief, then this has a lot of Heat in its DNA. Timely, slick and morally uncompromising, it's decidedly an slow burning anti-crowdpleaser which makes it all the more engrossing. The less I say about this picture, the better. If it's still playing in your area, check it out.

#7) MANDY

Nostalgia has become so ubiquitous in the culture that by now that not only have people started to grow tired of its omnipresence; but, complaints and thinkpieces about have grown more tiresome. Then, there comes a movie like Mandy that shows how it can be used to push the medium forward rather than being strictly reflexive. It accomplished the impressive feat of combining Nicolas Cage's cult appeal while also reminding everyone how we continue to underestimate him as an actor. The sophomore film of Panos Cosmatos is a fascinating intersection of art and exploitation, creating a meditative moodpiece out of visuals ripped straight from a Megadeth album cover. Plus, who can't groove with a film that opens with a King Crimson track and climaxes with Nicolas Cage engaging one of the villains in a chainsaw duel?

#6) THEY SHALL NOT GROW OLD

A war documentary that takes the questionable practice of colorizing black-and-white footage and uses it as an indispensable storytelling technique (opting to use it to rather make something old more suitable for modern audiences). Without a doubt, it's the best thing Peter Jackson has made since he remade King Kong almost fifteen years ago. It's a remarkable work of craftsmanship and film preservation all the same. Do not miss this when it opens wide next February. I rarely this phrase because it's as cliched a saying as "instant classic"; but, They Shall Not Grow Old is essential viewing.

#5) SOLO: A STAR WARS STORY

There are times where I wonder if I'll ever go a year without having a Star Wars movie in my year-end best list. If I could redo my Best of 2016 and 2017 lists, Rogue One and The Last Jedi wouldn't have made the cut (or, at the very least, wouldn't rank as high as they did). A lot of discussions have popped up around the latter regarding how it radically subverts expectations and attempts to push the franchise forward. On the other side of the storytelling spectrum, you have Solo. A film that was plagued with production issues, had the least necessity for its own existence out of all the various sequels/prequels/spinoffs/whatever else is being pumped out of the LucasFilm system and was casually ignored by general audiences; yet, I'd be lying if I said this wasn't my favorite of the new movies. It stayed true to the spirit of it's title character while expanding his and adding to the overall mythos in satisfying ways. Sometimes, you don't need to reinvent the wheel. Rather, you can do wonders by just polishing and fine-tuning it.

#4) WON'T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?

Now, I can't say this is the best documentary of the year; but, it's an engaging reminder of how important Fred Rogers and his messages still are in increasingly cynical times. It effectively brings him down to Earth without being a feature-length hitpiece. It's gentle and sincere while . An emotional yet experience. If you missed it while it was in theaters, rent it when you can. You won't regret it.

#3) READY PLAYER ONE

It's hard to think of any praises for Steven Spielberg that haven't been sung time and time again. Let's face it, he's not going to be around forever. When he's gone, there's going to be a lot of difficult discussions and debates we're going to have over his extensive catalog of work. One of which I've already accepted is that his more serious movies aren't going to be the first things that come to mind. To put it more bluntly, we're going to remember him for stuff like this, Jurassic Park and Close Encounters moreso than the likes of Lincoln or Schindler's List. Matinee friendly popcorn fare like this is going to be the reason we continue to for decades to come. Taking a charming yet clunky novel and deciding to reinvent it from the ground up to make it fit better on screen and sneak in undercurrents of career introspection. it has enough on it's mind to make it more than simple entertainment. Even if you're not digging for subtext, Ready Player One is just an awesome ride from one of the all-time masters of silver screen spectacle. The only way I could've fallen for this even harder is if I'd seen this when I was still a kid.

#2) ANNIHILATION

Speculative science fiction cinema with top-notch production design and gorgeous cinematography while managing to strike a balance of being open to interpretation without coming off as unbearably pretentious. Did I mention it's also perfect nightmare fuel? (that Bear scene still gets under my skin just thinking about it). It's scary for what it shows and even more terrifying for what it suggests. How something this out there and challenging could come out of the studio system is as ambiguous as the note writer-director Alex Garland chose to end his latest masterwork on. I have a good feeling we're going to be  talking about this one for a long time.

As per tradition, I'd like to shift some focus towards some honorable mentions. After all, tons of good movies come out every year and you can't stick everything on a year-end list without losing all the weight that's important to these lists. Anyway, here's a few films I liked even if they didn't find a place on the final list.

MANIAC
Yeah, yeah, I know this doesn't really count because it's a miniseries. You know what? I don't particularly care. If the third season of Twin Peaks can make lists from professional critics in 2017, I don't see why I can't gush about this at the tail-end of 2018. It's so well-executed, intellectually stimulating and skillfully put together it might as well be cinematic.

AQUAMAN
Out of the all the comic book flicks that came out this year, this was far and away my favorite out of the bunch. Did it have the best screenplay? Nope. Was the story the most original? Of course not. But, did it look spectacular and lean into everything that made the comics such goofy fun? You better believe it did! Aquaman is big-budget camp of the highest order and I wouldn't have it any other way.

PADDINGTON 2
File this with Won't You Be My Neighbor under "Cinematic Bastions of Wholesomeness and Positivity" (although you'll probably feel a lot happier after finishing this one).

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - FALLOUT
Techinally superb and relentlessly entertaining, Fallout finds welcome company among high watermarks of action cinema.

And, now, my favorite film of 2018 is....

#1) BAD TIMES AT THE EL ROYALE

The downside of having years where there are plentiful cinematic riches is that there's going to be a lot of stuff that gets lost in the shuffle. Such is the case with Drew Goddard's latest picture, Bad Times at the El Royale. A coastal neo-noir set in the late-60s with as much polish and sleaze as such a description would entail. It starts out quiet and unassuming (steadily increasing the mystery of what exactly might be going on)...and then Chris Hemsworth shows up, giving what is arguably the best performance of his entire career, and things go completely off the rails. A crime thriller with a unique setting, inventive story twists and occasionally thoughtful ruminations on redemption. Like a few other pictures on this list, you can trace its cinematic reference points; but, it's like nothing seen before. Once again, looking to the past to see how we can bring art into the future. Top that off with an expertly utilized soundtrack and a remarkably satisfying ending, what you get is one of the most well-crafted slices of cinematic pulp ever made and my favorite film of 2018.

Well, there you have it. If you didn't see a certain title pop up here, never stress. I haven't been able to see absolutely everything this year and I might write about a few in future. Happy New Year!