Is there any organization out there right now that isn’t handing out either awards or nominations? Earlier today, The members of the Screen Actors Guild became the latest organization to join in the fun when they announced their nominations for the best film performances of 2010.
Here’s the nominees. I apologize, in advance, for the lack of sarcastic commentary but I have a headache and, as a result, my wit is sleeping on the couch for now.
Ensemble: Black Swan The Fighter The Kids Are All Right The King’s Speech The Social Network
Actress, Lead:
Annette Bening, The Kids Are All Right
Nicole Kidman, Rabbit Hole
Jennifer Lawrence, Winter’s Bone
Natalie Portman, Black Swan
Hilary Swank, Conviction
Actor, Motion Picture
Jeff Bridges, True Grit
Robert Duvall, Get Low
Jesse Eisenberg, The Social Network
Colin Firth, The King’s Speech
James Franco, 127 Hours
Supporting Actor
Christian Bale, The Fighter
John Hawkes, Winter’s Bone
Jeremy Renner, The Town
Mark Ruffalo, The Kids Are All Right
Geoffrey Rush, The King’s Speech
Actress, Supporting
Amy Adams, The Fighter
Helena Bonham Carter, The King’s Speech
Mila Kunis, Black Swan
Melissa Leo, The Fighter
Hailee Steinfeld, True Grit
Well, okay, maybe I’ll make a few comments along the lines of “Yay for the love shown to Natalie Portman, John Hawkes, James Franco, Jennifer Lawrence, and Mila Kunis!”
But seriously, SAG, where’s Animal Kingdom’s Jacki Weaver? I mean, I can understand why Noomi Rapace was snubbed. The Mainstream doesn’t want to remind people that there was a perfect Lisbeth Salander before Rooney Mara. That’s how the game is played. That’s why the people over at awardsdaily.com are already trying to claim David Fincher’s remake of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo as the film to beat for best picture next year.
But nobody’s remaking Animal Kingdom. There’s nothing wrong with admitting that, in a year of excellent female performances, few were as a note perfect and unexpected as Jacki Weaver’s.
With the Golden Globe nominations set to be announced on Tuesday, I figured now would be a good time to recap which films and performances have already been honored by the various critics groups.
One thing that I discovered as I researched this is that there are a lot of critics groups out there! I don’t know who half these people are and most of them probably won’t have any bearing at all on who is actually nominated come Oscar time. But since I’m a lover of trivia and lists, there you go.
The following films and performances were honored by either The National Board of Review, the D.C. Film Critics, the Boston Society of Film Critics, The New York Film Critics Online,The Los Angeles Film Critics, The Indiana Film Journalists, The Southeastern Film Critics, The New York Film Critics Circle, or the San Francisco Film Critics.
Best Picture:
The Social Network (All. That’s right, it’s a clean sweep for an above average film.)
Best Director:
Darren Aronofsky for Black Swan (S.F)
Olivier Assayas for Carlos (LAFC)
David Fincher for The Social Network (BSFC, DC, NBR, NYFCC, NYFCO, SEFC, S.F.)
Christopher Nolan for Inception (IFJ)
Best Actor:
Jesse Eisenberg (BSFC, NBR)
Colin Firth for The King’s Speech (DC, LAFC, NYFCC, SEFC, S.F.)
James Franco for 127 Hours (IFJ, NYFCO)
Best Actress:
Annette Bening for The Kids Are All Right (NYFCC)
Kim Hye-ja for Mother (LAFC)
Jennifer Lawrence for Winter’s Bone (DC)
Lesley Manville for Another Year (NBR)
Natalie Portman for Black Swan (BSFC, IFJ, NYFCO, SEFC)
Michelle Williams for Blue Valentine (S.F.)
Best Supporting Actor:
Niels Arestrup for A Prophet (LAFC)
Christian Bale for The Fighter (BSFC, DC, IFJ, NBR, NYFCO)
John Hawkes for Winter’s Bone (S.F.)
Mark Ruffalo for The Kids Are All Right (NYFCC)
Geoffrey Rush for The King’s Speech (SEFC)
Best Supporting Actress:
Melissa Leo for The Fighter (DC, NYFCC, NYFCO)
Juliette Lewis for Conviction (BSFC)
Hailee Steinfeld for True Grit (IFJ, SEFC)
Jacki Weaver for Animal Kingdom (LAFC, NBR, S.F.)
Best Documentary:
Exit Through The Gift Shop (DC, IFJ, NYFCO)
The Inside Job (NYFCC, SEFC)
Last Train Home (LAFC)
Marwencol (BSFC)
The Tillman Story (S.F.)
Waiting For Superman (NBR)
Best Animated Feature:
How To Train Your Dragon (IFJ)
The Illusionist (NYFCC)
Toy Story 3 (BSFC, DC, LAFC, NBR, NYFCO, SEFC, S.F.)
Best Adapted Screenplay:
The Social Network (BSFC, DC, IFJ, LAFC, NYFCO, SEFC, S.F.)
As I mentioned in my last post, the New York Film Critics Circle voted on and announced their picks for the best films of the year today. Looking over the winners, all I can say is — YAWN!
Best Film: The Social Network
Best Director: David Fincher, The Social Network
Best Screenplay: The Kids Are All Right
Best Actress: Annette Bening, The Kids Are All Right
Best Actor: Colin Firth, The King’s Speech
Best Supporting Actress: Melissa Leo, The Fighter
Best Supporting Actor: Mark Ruffalo, The Kids Are All Right
Best Cinematography: Black Swan
Best Animated Film: The Illusionist
Best Non-fiction Film: Inside Job
Best Foreign Language Film: Carlos
Best First Feature: Animal Kingdom
Over on Awardsdaily.com, the response to the New York Critics was: “NO ONE wrote a better screenplay than Aaron Sorkin this year.”
(And yes, they specifically put that statement in bold print with NO ONE capitalized, just to make sure that the point came through.)
Really? NO ONE? It’s time to admit the truth — The Social Network has gone from being a movie to being a cult. Apparently, even suggesting that any other movie might deserve an honor or two this year is an act of heresy. Sorry, New York Film Critics. Prepare yourself to be eaten by lions while the Sorkinites watch and cheer.
That said, the screenplay for The Kids Are All Right had all the depth of a sitcom. And Mark Ruffalo’s supporting performance was good but nothing that couldn’t have been done by just about any other scruffy actor in Hollywood. And while Annette Bening did a good job with her role, this is the year of Natalie Portman in Black Swan, Noomi Rapace in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Katie Jarvis in Fish Tank, and Jennifer Lawrence in Winter’s Bone. This was a year in which so many actresses gave unique, unexpected performances in roles that redefined the stereotypical cinematic female lead. Annette Bening was good but so many were great.
It’s also interesting to note that The Illusionist (which I haven’t seen and know very little about) was named best animated feature as opposed to the presumed favorite, Toy Story 3. Just a few months ago, the general assumption seemed to be that Toy Story 3 would easily pick up a best picture nod but it seems like that storyline’s been forgotten in all the hype surrounding The Social Network.
A whole lot of critics’ groups announced their picks for the best films and performances of the year today and the New York Film Critics are voting as I type. I’m on lunch from work right now so a full list will have to wait until later tonight. For now, I’m just going to share the choices made by the Los Angeles Film Critics. The L.A. Critics are one of the big three as far as critics groups are concerned.
As I’ve said before, I think professional film critics are overrated but I just love awards. And, of course, all of these December awards tend to serve as a precursor for who and what will receive Oscar nominations next year. At their best, these groups can remind Academy voters of films and performances that they might otherwise overlook. Certainly, if Jacki Weaver receives a deserved nomination for Animal Kingdom, it’ll be largely due to organizations like the National Board of Review and the L.A. Film Critics.
Anyway, since my time is limited, I’m going to simply post the winners and then add a few comments on my own.
PICTURE:
“The Social Network”
Runner-up: “Carlos”
DIRECTOR:
Olivier Assayas, “Carlos,” and David Fincher, “The Social Network” (tie)
ACTOR:
Colin Firth, “The King’s Speech”
Runner-up: Edgar Ramirez, “Carlos”
ACTRESS:
Kim Hye-ja, “Mother”
Runner-up: Jennifer Lawrence, “Winter’s Bone”
SUPPORTING ACTOR:
Niels Arestrup, “A Prophet”
Runner-up: Geoffrey Rush, “The King’s Speech”
SUPPORTING ACTRESS:
Jacki Weaver, “Animal Kingdom”
Runner-up: Olivia Williams, “The Ghost Writer”
SCREENPLAY:
Aaron Sorkin, “The Social Network”
Runner-up: David Seidler, “The King’s Speech”
FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM:
“Carlos”
Runner-up: “Mother”
ANIMATION:
“Toy Story 3″
Runner-up: “The Illusionist”
DOCUMENTARY / NON-FICTION FILM:
“Last Train Home”
Runner-up: “Exit Through the Gift Shop”
CINEMATOGRAPHY:
Matthew Libatique, “Black Swan”
Runner-up: Roger Deakins, “True Grit”
MUSIC/SCORE:
Alexandre Desplat, “The Ghost Writer,” and Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, “The Social Network” (tie)
PRODUCTION DESIGN:
Guy Hendrix Dyas, “Inception”
Runner-up: Eve Stewart, “The King’s Speech”
NEW GENERATION:
Lena Dunham, “Tiny Furniture”
DOUGLAS E. EDWARDS INDEPENDENT/EXPERIMENTAL FILM/VIDEO:
“Film Socialism”
LEGACY OF CINEMA AWARDS:
Serge Bromberg, “Henri-Georges Clouzot’s Inferno,” and the F.W. Murnau Foundation and Fernando Pena for the restoration of “Metropolis”
CAREER ACHIEVEMENT:
Paul Mazursky
The main news here, I guess, is just how well foreign language films did in the voting. I haven’t seen Carlos and seeing as how I’m basically in fly-over country, I doubt I’ll get a chance to see it before the Oscar nominations are announced. I do have Mother on DVD and I’m going to watch it sometime before the start of the new year. It’s also nice to see some attention being given to A Prophet.
Obviously, I’m disappointed not to see more love for Black Swan but I guess it’s to be expected as Black Swan is one of those films that people either love madly or hate with a passion. I think that’s why The Social Network will win big at the Oscars this year. It’s well-made and offensive only if you’re 1) female or 2) Mark Zuckerberg.
The final 15 minutes or so of Black Swan are so intense and exhilarating that, after I watched them, I ended up having an asthma attack. The movie literally left me breathless.
I saw this movie last Saturday at the Plano Angelika and I’ve been trying to figure out just how exactly to put into words my feelings about this movie. Why is it so much easier to talk about movies we hate than the movies we love? Perhaps it’s because we all know what a bad movie looks like but a great movie is something unique and beautiful. I fear that any review I write it going to cheapen this experience.
However, I’m going to try. And if my words can’t convince you then just see the movie yourself. You’ll either love it or you’ll hate it. As with all great works of art, there is no middle ground. Unfortunately, I don’t see any way for me to talk about this film without talking about a few key plot points that could be considered spoilers. So, if you haven’t seen the movie yet, read on with caution.
This year, there’s been two types of filmgoers. There’s been those who have spent 2010 waiting for The Social Network and then there are people like me who have been waiting for Black Swan. There’s a lot of reasons why I had been so looking forward to seeing this movie. First off, it’s directed by Darren Aronofsky, one of my favorite directors. Requiem for a Dream is a personal favorite of mine and I thought The Wrestler was one of the best films of 2008. Secondly, the movie stars Natalie Portman, a great actress who rarely ever seems to get parts worthy of her talent.
However, the main reason was a personal one. Black Swan takes place in the world of ballet and, for several years, ballet was literally my life. My family used to move around a lot but whether we were living in Ardmore, Oklahoma or Carlsbad, New Mexico or Dallas, Texas, ballet always remained my constant. Every town we ended up in, my mom tracked down the closest dance studio and enrolled me. I’ve loved all types of dance (and still do) but ballet is what truly captured my heart. It provided structure for my otherwise chaotic life. Ballet was something that I knew not everyone could do and when I danced, I felt special. I felt like I was something more than just an asthmatic girl with a big nose and a country accent. I felt beautiful and strong and special. When I danced, I felt alive.
As much as I dreamed of being a prima ballerina, I always knew that I wasn’t really that good at it. I’ve always danced with more enthusiasm than technique and, if forced to choose between perfect execution and just having fun, I almost always chose to have fun. My body also conspired me against me as I’ve been a D-cup since I was 14 and while boobs don’t necessarily make ballet impossible, they don’t exactly help. Of course, my main problem was that I was (and still am) a klutz. When I was 17 years old, I tripped, fell down a flight of stairs, and broke my ankle in two places. And so ended my ballet career.
To a certain extent, falling down those stairs is the best thing that ever happened to me because it forced me to explore a life outside of the idealized fantasy of ballet. It forced me to consider ambitions that don’t necessarily have to end the minute one turns 30. It allowed me to realize how much I love to write and how much I love to watch movies. Still, I do miss ballet. While I still love to dance, it’s just doesn’t feel the same. I still have fun but it no longer makes me feel special.
I guess I was hoping that Black Swan would remind me of that feeling that I had lost. And it did.
But enough about me. Let’s talk about Black Swan.
Natalie Portman plays Nina, a veteran ballerina who, despite being young enough to still live with her mother (and, it’s hinted, to still be a virgin), is also approaching the age when she’ll be considered too old to ever be a prima ballerina. She is a member of a struggling New York dance company that is run by Thomas (Vincent Cassel, turning up the sleaze level to 11). Thomas has decided that the company’s next show will be Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake and that it’s time to replace the company’s prima ballerina, Beth (played by Winona Ryder), with a younger dancer. Nina begs for the chance to be Beth’s replacement but Thomas rejects her, claiming that her dancing is technically perfect but has no passion. He then attempts to kiss her which leads to Beth biting his lip and, apparently, convincing him that she has passion after all. Thomas soon announces that Nina will dance the lead in Swan Lake.
Unfortunately, even before winning the role, Nina is obviously unstable. Whether she’s obsessively stretching in her hideously pink bedroom, forcing herself to vomit up the contents of her stomach, or seeing shadows down every corridor, Nina’s every action and thought seems to be obsessed with finding the idealized perfection that ballet demands and life seldom affords. No matter how much she and her controlling mother (Barbara Hershey) cut her nails, she still wakes up with mysterious scratch marks across her back. Even worse, as she gets deeper and deeper into the role, she finds herself strangely drawn to and fearful of Lilly (Mila Kunis), a younger, free-spirited dancer who may, or may not, have her eye on taking Nina’s place.
Along with being an homage to such classic films as Repulsion, Suspiria, and All About Eve, Black Swan is also a modern-day reinterpretation of Swan Lake. Swan Lake tells the story of Odette, a princess who has been cursed by an evil sorcerer. As a result of the curse, Odette is only allowed her human form at night. During the day, she exists only in the form of a white swan. A prince named Siegfried meets Odette in her human form and falls in love with her so Rothbart tricks the prince by transforming his own daughter, Odile, into the Black Swan, a seductress who looks just like Odette except she wears black. One reason why the lead role in Swan Lake is so coveted is because the same ballerina plays both the innocent and fragile White Swan and the seductive and uninhibited Black Swan. As such, the two roles are presented as opposite sides of the same coin. (I’ve always thought of the White Swan as representing what men idolize and the black swan representing what men actually desire.) The challenge is to be convincing in both roles while still perfectly executing the idealized movements of ballet.
Over the course of Black Swan, Nina is continually told (by Thomas) that she is perfect for the role of the innocent and sheltered White Swan but that she doesn’t have what it takes to be the sexy and uninhibited Black Swan. At one point, Thomas gives her a homework assignment for the role, ordering her to go home and touch herself. (Nina eventually does so just to suddenly realize, right when she’s on the verge of bringing herself to climax, that her mother is sleeping in the exact same room. This sudden shot of Barbara Hershey sleeping in that chair both made me jump and laugh at the same time.)
Thomas also suggests that Nina study that way that Lilly dances. In many ways, Lilly appears to be the exact opposite of Nina. (Though wisely, Aronofsky emphasizes how much Portman and Kunis — not to mention Ryder and Hershey — all resemble each other physically, therefore creating the feeling that we’re seeing four different versions of the same basic human being.) Whereas Nina’s every dance move appears to be the product of rigorous training, Lilly dancing follows her emotions. While Nina’s expression while dancing is always one of a grimly obsessive dedication, Lilly smiles and enjoys the moment. Whereas Nina is scared of sex and can barely bring herself to look a man in the eye, Lilly is openly flirtatious with both men and women. In short, Lilly is Nina’s Black Swan.
Even as Nina studies Lilly, Lilly starts to pursue Nina, even showing up at her apartment and inviting Nina out for a night on the town. Desperate to escape her controlling mother (whose goal seems to be to keep Nina as the innocent White Swan for the rest of her life), Nina goes out with Lilly. They hit the clubs, Lilly convinces Nina to drink a spiked drink, and soon Nina is making out with random men in corners and eventually with Lilly in a taxi cab.
Now, I know this is something that a lot of people are wondering about so I’ll just confirm it. Yes, Mila Kunis does go down on Natalie Portman in this film. And yes, it’s hot. But even more importantly, it works as something more than just a juvenile male fantasy of what we girls do when you guys aren’t around. When Nina touches Lilly, she is reaching out for and accepting the side of her personality that she’s previously tried to deny. She’s accepting what she knows could destroy her.
(SPOILERS BELOW READ CAREFULLY)
And sure enough, after her encounter with Lilly (which Lilly subsequently claims never happened), Nina’s world grows more and more distorted. She looks at the paintings that line her mother’s room and she sees a hundred faces laughing at her. On the subway, men leer at her. And suddenly, Thomas seems to be paying more attention to Lilly (who is named as her alternate) than to her. Lilly visits Beth in the hospital where Beth is recovering from a car accident. Beth responds to Lilly’s presence by mutilating herself with a fingernail file. And so things go until the film reaches its climax in a dizzying mix of dance and blood.
Much like ballet itself, Black Swan presents a very stylized view of existence and, in order for the film to work, the performances have to be perfect. I’m happy to say that everything you’ve heard about Natalie Portman in this film is correct. She gives a brilliant performance. The film doesn’t provide a definite explanation as to what lies at the root of Nina’s mental instability but the clues are all there in Portman’s subtle but effective performance. Perhaps even more importantly, Portman is convincing in the ballet sequences. She captures perfectly the rigorous and often times painful dedication that ballet demands. In the movie’s finale, as she dances on stage while her fragile world collapse around her, she was suddenly creating my own fantasy of what it would be like to be a true prima ballerina. Watching her, I felt her every move as if I was on the stage dancing the role. It left me exhausted and breathless and I have to admit that after the movie, I foundd myself crying for a solid hour as I realized that would truly be as close as I would ever get to living my old teenage fantasy.
Portman pretty much dominates the entire film but still leaves room for Hershey, Cassell, and especially Mila Kunis to give impressive performances. Alternatively loving and spiteful, Hershey is the stage mother from Hell. Cassell’s character is almost too sleazy for his own good but Cassell still has fun with the role and even adds a few notes of ambiguity. However, Mila Kunis is the true standout among the supporting players. Playing a role that requires her to be both likable and vaguely threatening, Kunis holds her own with Portman and proves here that she actually can act. Her character also provides the film with a few much-needed moments of humor. Lilly gets all the best one-liners and Kunis delivers them flawlessly.
So, I’m sure many people might be saying at this point, “That’s great that you loved it, Lisa Marie. But you’re like all convinced that this film is actually about you. What about us normal people who don’t really care about ballet? Is there anything here for us?”
That’s not an easy question for me to answer precisely because I do love ballet and I did relate a lot of this film to experiences — both good and bad — from my own life. It’s also an issue that Aronofsky acknowledges in a rather clever scene where Nina and Lilly flirt with two frat boy types who react to Nina’s talk of ballet with boredom. However, I do think that this film can be seen and appreciated by those who aren’t into ballet for the exact same reason why I loved The Wrestler despite being interested in professional wrestling like not at all.
I’ve always felt that ballet — and by that, I mean the whole experience of both the dancing and all the stuff that goes on before and after the actual dance — was in many ways the perfect metaphor for life.
For instance, in my experience, there were always two separate cliques in any dance school or company.
There was the group of dancers who had spent their entire lives preparing for the one moment they would become a prima ballerina. These were the girls who spent hours obsessing over their technique and who minutely examined every performance for the least little flaw. These were the girls who risked their health to maintain perfect dancer bodies. They obsessed over everything they ate, which struck me as strange since they usually just threw it all back up a few minutes later anyway. They had parents who not only spent the money to make them the best but who, unlike the rest of us, actually had the money to spend in the first place. These were the girls who knew every move they were supposed to make but they never knew why.
And then, there was the group that I was always a part of. We were the girls who never worried about perfect technique. We would laugh when we missed a step and we joked about our mistakes. When we danced, we followed our emotions and if that meant breaking a rule, so be it. The perfect girls hated us because, for the most part, we were more popular than they were because we allowed ourselves to be real as opposed to perfect. And we hated the perfect girls because we knew that they would eventually have the life that we fantasized about.
I used to think that was unique to ballet and certainly, in Black Swan, it’s clear that Portman would be one of the perfect girls and Kunis would be one of us. However, once my life was no longer solely about ballet, I realized that everyone was either a part of the perfect group or a part of the real group. It wasn’t just ballet. It was life, the conflict between those who try to create an idealized fantasy and those who simply take advantage of the randomness of everyday life. And, when I watched Black Swan, it was obvious that Aronofsky recognizes this as well.
Ballet is all about creating perfection, of telling a story through exactly choreographed movements. As the film progresses, it become obvious that the root of Nina’s psychosis is that the reality has not lived up to her idealized worldview. Nina hides from the real world because the real world, unlike ballet, is not messy. Movement in ballet is controlled but movement in reality is random and often frightening. However, by submerging her identity into ballet, Nina has fallen into another trap because, as a prima ballerina, her every movement has to be perfect. There’s no room for error. There’s no room for her to break free of Thomas’s choreography. Her every move has been dictated for her and not a single mistake can be tolerated.
And I guess that’s truly why this film got to me because who hasn’t felt like that? Who hasn’t felt as if the world is watching and waiting to pounce on you for failing to live up to their ideal? While I’m not suggesting that men don’t face unique pressures of their own, this theme especially hit home for me as a woman. Everyday, I wake up knowing that I’m being expected to live up to some sort of societal concept of perfection that was set up long before I was born by people I’ll never actually meet. Every day, I wake up knowing that I’m always look my best without flaunting it in a way that would suggest that I know I look my best, to find a husband and devote my life to the agonizing pain of childbirth, to suffer my period in respectful silence, to always be weak when I want to be strong, and certainly to never, ever view sex as anything other than a duty. It’s the type of expectation that leads every woman to consider embracing her own black swan. Some of us are brave enough to do it. And others, scared of being rejected as imperfect, simply try to pretend that they never saw it in the first place.
For me, that’s what Black Swan is truly about. It’s not about ballet and it’s not about Mila Kunis bringing Natalie Portman to orgasm. It’s about finding the courage to live life regardless of how scary it might be. Much as Aronofsky used pro wrestling to tell the story of everyone who ever refused to be anonymous and forgotten, Black Swan is the story of every one who ever struggled to reconcile the demands of society with the realities of existence.
Since this is an Aronofsky film, viewers will either love it or hate it. As exhilarating as I found that film’s finale to be, I can already hear other viewers saying, “What!?” As a director, Aronofsky has always been willing to walk that thin line between art and excess and you’re reaction to him will probably depend a lot on where you personally draw that line. Throughout the film, Aronofsky comes close to going over the top. However, he also directs the film in such a way as to make it clear that we’re not meant to be watching an exact recreation of reality. Instead, we view most of the film’s events through the prism of Nina’s own unstable mind and both the film’s grainy cinematography and the deliberately odd camera angles perfectly capture the feel of a mind losing its grip on reality.
Again, I should admit that I’m bipolar and, as such, I reacted very sympathetically to Nina’s struggle to distinguish the real world from the world created by her own paranoid fears because I recognized much of it from my last major manic episode. Now, would I have had a different reaction if not for my own personal experiences? The honest answer is that I don’t know. All I know is that Darren Aronofsky gets it right.
The film’s ending will surely be the root of not a little controversy. (Again: MAJOR SPOILER WARNING) Much like the end of the The Wrestler we’re left to wonder whether our main character has truly triumphed or if she’s been defeated. Is Aronofsky celebrating self-destruction or is he celebrating the individualistic impulse that leads people to pursue their passions no matter what the end result? Has Nina found true perfection and freedom or has she been destroyed by her own demons?
Aronofsky leaves it up to the viewer to decide and a lot of people won’t like that.
However, for me, Black Swan is the best film of 2010.
The rather enigmatic National Board of Review announced their selections for the best films of 2010 today. The NBR is traditionally considered to be the first precursor to how the actual Oscar race will shape up. Typically, those honored by the NBR are, at the very least, nominated by the Academy. Strangely, nobody seems to be sure just who exactly makes up the membership of the NBR. As far as I can tell, it appears to be a collection of film professors and cable tv executives. It wouldn’t surprise me to discover that the NBR is actually some sort of Illuminati conspiracy or MK-Ultra experiment designed to keep American filmgoers from thinking for themselves.
Anyway, as I look over this year’s award winners, all I can say is that I give up. If my reaction to Avatar indicated to me that I’m totally out-of-step with mainstream opinion, then the current Pavlovian acclaim of the Social Network proves it. I will never be a part of the mainstream and it’s not by choice. It’s just I am apparently thoroughly incapable of understanding how the mainstream brain works.
So, that’s what the National Board of Review taught me today. I am destined to always be alone, railing against the dying of the light. Thank you for the insight, assholes.
Anyway, here’s this year’s award winners:
Best Picture: The Social Network (Don’t get me wrong, the Social Network is a good movie. It’s just not that good.)
Best Director: David Fincher, The Social Network
Best Actor: Jesse Eisenberg, The Social Network (I am so sick of hearing that this is Jesse’s “breakthrough” role. Jesse’s breakthrough was in Adventureland, long before the mainstream ever decided to embrace him.)
Best Actress: Lesley Manville, Another Year (Haven’t seen it yet)
Best Supporting Actor: Christian Bale, The Fighter (Another movie that I will see when it opens later this month. Still, Bale should have been nominated for American Psycho back in the day.)
Best Supporting Actress: Jacki Weaver for Animal Kingdom (Yay! This award gives me hope.)
Best Animated Feature: Toy Story 3 (yay!)
Best Documentary: Waiting For Superman (Yes, my favorite movie of the year —Exit Through The Gift Shop — was totally ignored.)
Best Ensemble Cast: The Town (Bleh. So I guess that would include Jon Hamm, who gave such an amazingly bad performance in this film?)
Breakthrough Performance: Jennifer Lawrence, Winter’s Bone (Another yay but you know all the mainstream is going to offer her is a role in a Twilight rip-off and maybe a Maxim cover shoot.)
Best Adapted Screenplay: Aaron Sorkin for The Social Network (Fuck Aaron Sorkin and his elitist, sexist, technophobic script.)
Best Original Screenplay: Chris Sparling for Buried (which I didn’t see, mostly because I’m claustrophobic and the movie is called Buried.)
Ten Best Films Of The Year (in alphabetical order):
Another Year
The Fighter
Hereafter (which sucked!)
Inception (yay!)
The King’s Speech (I’m actually really looking forward to seeing this)
Shutter Island (kinda bleh but enjoyable)
The Town
Toy Story 3
True Grit (another one I can’t wait to see)
Winter’s Bone (yay!)
Yep, you read that right. No awards for such presumed favorites as James Franco and 127 Hours, Black Swan, or The Kids Are All Right. But you better believe they found room to honor a shallow, pandering film like Hereafter.
Finally, here are the Top Ten Independent Films of 2010, according to the toadsuckers at the National Board of Review:
Animal Kingdom (yay!)
Buried (Now I guess I have to see it)
Fish Tank (yay!)
The Ghost Writer (yay — kinda)
Greenberg (bleh)
Let Me In (another kinda yay)
Monsters (shrug)
Please Give (yay!)
Somewhere (going to see it when it opens down here, Sofia Coppola is my role model)
Youth in Revolt (shrug, it’s neither bleh nor yay)
You can read the full list of winners at The Wrap.
Anyway, in order to show just how exactly I feel when confronted with mainstream thought and opinion, here’s an old picture of me with a tampon stuck up my nose.
It’s the Thanksgiving season, that time when bloggers everywhere come up with lists of things that they are thankful for. Here’s just 10 of the many things that I’ve been thankful for in 2010.
1) The fifth season of Dexter
I have to be honest. I’ve been a fan of Dexter since the show’s 1st season but I wasn’t sure if the show would be able to survive after the fourth season ended with Rita (Julie Benz) dead in a bloody bathtub. However, season 5 has been a triumph. Yes, a little too much time has been devoted to the domestic troubles of LaGuerta and Batista (Lauren Velez and the always intriguing David Zayas) but Michael C. Hall (as Dexter) and Jennifer Carpenter (as Deb) have done some of their best work this season. Even better, this season has featured two brilliant performances from guest stars Peter Weller and, especially, Julia Stiles (who really deserves her own spin-off). Still, you have to wonder if any murder has ever actually been solved in Miami…
2) Noomi Rapace as Lisbeth Salander.
In three films — The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played With Fire, and The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest, Rapace created one of the first truly iconic film characters of the 21st century and that’s an accomplishment that will stand regardless of any attempts by the Hollywood mainstream to steal her accomplishment through any unnecessary remakes.
3) Lost
As more time has passed, the more I’ve come to admit just how dissatisfied I was with how the creators of Lost decided to end their show. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that, for several years, I scheduled my life around when the next episode of Lost was going to air. I may not be thankful for a series finale that left way too many questions unanswered (why couldn’t children be born on the island? What was the sickness?) but even the final season featured some of the show’s best moments.
4) The Walking Dead
I’m not a huge fan of Frank Darabont (sorry, but The Shawshank Redemption sucks) but I’m happy to say that he didn’t fuck up The Walking Dead.
5) Kathryn Bigelow broke the glass ceiling.
I’m still not a huge fan of The Hurt Locker but I am definitely a fan of Kathryn Bigelow. As bad as this year’s Oscar ceremony was, it was worth watching just to see Bigelow become the first woman to ever win an Oscar for best director. In many ways, it almost felt like a fantasy come to life — not only did Bigelow win a historic victory but she did it by beating her ex, James Cameron (who, to judge from his films, has never met a woman to whom he wouldn’t condescend). The fact that she then gave one of the only genuine acceptance speeches of the entire ceremony was a wonderful bonus.
6) Blue Valentine was rated NC-17.
The upcoming film Blue Valentine (which I have yet to see) was reportedly given an NC-17 rating on account of scenes featuring Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams having sex. That the film would feature characters played Gosling and Williams having sex makes sense when you consider that the movie is specifically about their marriage. However, despite this, Blue Valentine was rated NC-17 while films like The Expendables, A Nightmare on Elm Street, the Saw films — in which thousands of people are graphically killed and tortured on-screen — are given an R rating as a matter of routine. If Blue Valentine had been about Ryan Gosling murdering Michelle Williams (as opposed to fucking her), the film probably would have an R rating and would be considered appropriate viewing in malls across America. I’m thankful for this rating because it serves as a reminder that it’s okay to show a woman being humiliated, tortured, or killed just as long as you don’t show her actually enjoying an orgasm.
7) Exit Through The Gift Shop
The rest of you mainstreamers can talk about how much you love the Social Network for the rest of eternity, if you want. Exit Through The Gift Shop is still the best movie of 2010.
8 ) Lisa Marie finally figured out how to work her DVR.
Yes, yes, I know. DVR has been around like forever and it’s all old news and I’m sure there’s something even better than DVR that everyone but me is raving about and using right now but — look, shut up, okay? Yes, I’ve had DVR forever but I just figured out how to actually make it work a few months ago. And I love it! Now, if I want to sit down in the living room at 3 in the morning and watch old episodes of Project Runway, there’s no way anyone can stop me.
9) Joseph Gordon-Levitt floating through a dream hallway in Inception
Inception was a film full of excellent set pieces and memorable images but whenever I think about the movie, I will always see Joseph Gordon-Levitt floating through that hallway in a suit and looking rather adorable as he does it.
10) Cthulhu on South Park
Well, of course.
That’s just ten things I’m thankful for and I didn’t even start to talk about Scott Caan on Hawaii 5-0, James Franco in 127 Hours, or movies like Fish Tank, Winter’s Bone, and Never Let Me Go. What are you thankful for? Leave a comment, let the world know. The best comment wins a renewed sense of peace and a happy new year. (Please note that this is not a legally binding document.)
Last Friday night, my friend Jeff and I went down to the Plano Angelika and saw Danny Boyle’s new film, 127 Hours.
I have to admit that I was a little bit uneasy about seeing this film. First off, it’s a movie based on the true story about a mountain climber who spent 5 days trapped in a narrow canyon. I am intensely claustrophobic, to the extent that I’ve had panic attacks just from finding myself trapped in a crowded grocery store aisle. (Seriously, why does everyone in the world have to go shopping for La Choy Sweet and Sour sauce at the same time I do?) Secondly, the trapped climber eventually escaped by using a dull knife to saw off his right arm. I mean, ewwwwww!
But I knew I had to see the film for three reasons. Number one, it stars James Franco who I’m kinda in love with. Number two, Danny Boyle is one of my favorite directors. And, finally, 127 Hours is probably going to be nominated for best picture. So, I worked up my courage and I tried not to think about the various news reports about audience members passing out while watching the film, and I went to the movie. And I’m glad I did because 127 Hours is one of the best films that I’ve seen in quite some time.
James Franco plays Aron Ralston, a cocky but likable guy who decides to spend the weekend hiking across some place called Blue John Canyon. (Sorry, I’m not really an outdoorsey type of girl.) He tells no one of his plans and the only people who know he’s even at the canyon are two girls that he meets while there. The girls have gotten lost in the canyon and they accept Aron’s help in finding whatever grand archeological thing it is that they’re looking for. (See previous apology.)
I have to be honest here. As I watched these two girls go off with a perfect stranger, a part of me wanted to be all like, “Oh, I would never do something as stupid as go off with some stranger I met out in the middle of nowhere.” But, then again, this isn’t just some stranger. This is James Franco. So, I’ll refrain from passing judgment. I just hope that the girls had their pepper spray with them.
(The two girls, by the way, are played by Kata Mara and Amber Tamblyn. I loved Joan of Arcadia. Can you believe they cancelled it for Ghost Whisperer? Not cool, CBS.)
Anyway, after frolicking in an underground pool, Aron and the girls part company. They invite him to come to a party the next night. They tell him to just look for a big, inflatable Scooby Doo. Aron agrees, walks off, and promptly finds himself trapped in a canyon when a boulder falls on top of him and pins his right arm against the canyon wall. As quickly as that, Aron goes from being a carefree adventurer to literally being a prisoner, isolated and alone. As Franco screams for help, Boyle pulls the camera upward from Aron until eventually he’s a barely noticeable speck surrounded by a barren (and otherwise unpopulated) desert. It’s a moment that you know is coming but it’s still shocking and devastating because it stands in such stark contrast to the film’s first 20 minutes when both Boyle and Franco filled each scene with a sense of constant motion. Suddenly, everything has stopped and we’re as trapped as Aron.
The rest of the film is pretty much a one-man show. We watch as Aron spends the next five days fighting to just survive. He tries to chip away at the rock with a knife (yes, that knife). He talks to his camera, keeping a diary and leaving messages for his family. He fights off hungry ants and tries to conserve his water. He even manages to invent a pretty neat little pulley system to try to move the rock. Finally, he starts to hallucinate, seeing everything from his family disdainfully watching his predicament to a gigantic inflatable Scooby Doo stalking him in the canyon. And finally, of course, he starts to cut off his arm.
He also finds some time to think about the life he led up to the moment he found himself trapped underneath the rock. This is where Boyle really shines because, in the hands of most directors, these scenes probably would have been very maudlin and heavy-handed. However, Boyle presents these scenes in an almost impressionistic style. We see hints of the life that Aron has led but Boyle never comes out and blatantly says that, up until this point, Aron never been willing to truly connect with others. We sees scenes of Aron’s ex-girlfriend breaking up with him but we’re never specifically told what led to her leaving him. And we don’t need to be. Boyle presents us with the evidence and trusts us to draw the correct conclusion.
I am very proud to say that I watched the entire film without once having a panic attack though I did start to feel a little bit light-headed when Aron really started to get into sawing off his arm. At this point, I did end up burying my head in Jeff’s shoulder and watching the scene out of the corner of my eye. At the same time, it’s an oddly exhilarating sequence because we know that the only way Aron will survive is by cutting off his arm and, as a result of Franco’s performance, we really do want Aron to survive.
In retrospect, 127 Hours really is the ultimate guy film in that the film basically celebrates a guy who gets stranded in the desert for five days yet manages to survive without ever once having to ask for directions. However, as a result of the whole experience, he comes to realize he should have been nicer to his ex-girlfriend which means that chicks like me can enjoy the movie as well. My main concern is that the film is such a total guy flick that we might see a sudden epidemic of men amputating their limbs in order to show that they can handle it as well as James Franco did. As we left the theater, I assured Jeff that he didn’t have to chop off his hand just to impress me. Hopefully, he listened.
James Franco is generating a lot of Oscar buzz for his performance here and he should be. Franco is one of those performers who is so pretty that it’s easy to forget that he’s actually a pretty good actor. I thought he deserved a nomination for his performance in Milk. He deserves the Oscar for his performance here.
Along with a best actor nod for Franco, it seems likely that 127 Hours will also pick up nominations for best picture and best director. Interestingly enough, Boyle will probably find himself competing with the man he beat two years ago, David Fincher (previously nominated for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and a probable nominee this year for The Social Network.) This is somehow appropriate as Danny Boyle has consistently proved himself to be the director that David Fincher is supposed to be and, by being a massively hyped film that lives up to all the praise, 127 Hours is the anti-Social Network. While The Social Network uses a “true” story as an excuse to judge and ridicule, 127 Hours uses its true story to celebrate humanity, flaws and all. Whereas Fincher seems to only celebrate film, Boyle celebrates life.
At the same time, it’s not, as so many are rabidly insisting, a great film either.
It’s a good film that takes a lot of liberty with the truth and, in the process of telling the “story” about the founding of Facebook, reveals that screenwriter Aaron Sorkin doesn’t really get the whole Internet thing.
David Fincher directs like a man who still can’t believe he didn’t get an Oscar for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. In other words, he doesn’t do anything that might be too far out of the mainstream. Face it, folks. The man who directed Fight Club has grown up. And, as they say, when you grow up, your heart dies.
The main problem with The Social Network is that it is essentially a very mainstream movie being made about a grindhouse topic. Hackers, like the best grindhouse directors, do what they do because 1) they can and 2) it’s a way of telling the rest of the mainstream world to fuck off. Unfortunately, both Sorkin and Fincher are members of that mainstream world so instead of celebrating Facebook and the Internet as a revolution, they instead try to convince us that the only reason Facebook exists is because the founder’s heart was broken by his ex-girlfriend.
That ex-girlfriend is portrayed by Rooney Mara, who will be playing Fincher’s version of the girl with the dragon tattoo. The film presents her as being a shallow bitch but then again, the film presents every woman in the world as being a shallow bitch. Then again, this is a mainstream movie and the mainstream hates women who actually think for themselves. Certainly, that’s been the case with everything else that Aaron Sorkin has ever written.
Still, Mara is presented as just being insensitive and not evil or crazy. If the movie has a villain, it’s Sean Parker (played by Justin Timberlake) who is presented as being the evil Iago-like figure who ruined Facebook. If anything, the film mostly seems to hate him because Parker co-founded Napster and therefore cost the mainstream media a good deal of money.
Admittedly, it’s a well-acted movie. Both Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield are excellent as the soon to be estranged founders of Facebook. Armie Hammer actually plays two characters — twin brothers — and he creates two unforgettable and unique characters. Justin Timberlake is a bit less convincing as Sean Parker but then again, by the film’s logic, Parker is less a human being and more a demon sent from Hell to keep David Geffen from getting another few thousand. Finally, Rooney Mara does what she can with a demeaning and insulting role. I didn’t see any signs of Lisbeth Salander in her performance but then again, this isn’t a film about strong women. It’s a movie about weak little boys.
Anyway, to return to my original point, the Social Network is a good film. It’s well-acted, it looks pretty, the story moves quickly, and Trent Reznor’s score is excellent. Unfortunately, the movie’s being presented to us as a great film and anyone who disagrees is running the risk of being lynched by the same obnoxious fascists who, last year, demanded that everyone bathe in their own cum while watching Avatar. The main reason these people are so over-the-moon about this movie is that it’s the epitome of the type of film that pats the viewer on the back for being so smart without actually requiring that viewer to prove it.
So, if you watch this movie, realize that you keep your mind open at your own risk.
Hi there. Lisa Marie here. I know that usually when I show up on this site, it’s too either toss up 6 more exploitation trailers or to present a review of a film that’s been unfairly dismissed (or foolishly overpraised) by the mainstream media. It’s what I love doing and I hope everyone gets at least a little occasional pleasure out of it. (If you don’t — well, please don’t tell me. I’m surprisingly sensitive.)
Last week, I expected that, at this time, I would have posted a review (probably negative) of the mainstream’s latest attempt to make an art film — David Fincher’s The Social Network.
Unfortunately, life in general — and my body in specific — had other plans. I’ve been sick since Wednesday and, for the first time in over a year, I did not spend my weekend at the movies. It’s enough to make a girl cry.
(That said, I did spend most of the weekend lounging about in various states of undress so maybe concentrating on that image will help to lessen the sting of no Social Network review…)
However, while I may not be able to give you my Social Network review, I do feel that I can give you my Social Network pre-viewing review.
Just based on the evidence presented to me so far, the Social Network sucks.
Consider the evidence:
1) Peter Travers of Rolling Stone says that the Social Network will make me “believe in film again.” Excuse me? Francios Truffaut coming back from the dead — or at least Jean-Luc Godard making one more vaguely entertaining movie before dying– will make me believe in film again. I refuse to join a religion based on a movie about fucking Facebook. Sorry, Mr. Travers.
2) Andrew O’Heir at Salon.com has compared The Social Network to — wait for it — Citizen Kane. Hopefully, when the zombie apocalypse comes, Zombie Orson Welles will eat Andrew O’Heir first.
3) According to Rotten Tomatoes — the web’s greatest resource of Mainstream Opinion — The Social Network is the best-reviewed film of 2010 so far. For a film to be that loved, it must be really needy. And what do needy things do? They manipulate, they lie, and they go out of their way to beg you to like them. A great film doesn’t give a fuck what you think.
4) The movie stars Jesse Eisenberg who has already been in 3 great movies — The Squid and the Whale, Adventureland, and Zombieland. Sorry, Jesse but only Giovanni Lombardo Radice is allowed to appear in four great films in just four years.
5) The movie is written by Aaron Sorkin. This movie is being advertised as the “defining” movie as my generation. Sorry, but the defining movie of my generation isn’t going to be written by some smug, 50 year-old, male, sexist, crackhead.
6) The movie is directed by David Fincher which normally would be a good sign except all the reviews are concentrating on Aaron Sorkin. So, is our Mr. Fincher so needy for an Oscar that he’s basically abandoned his own vision in the service of some smug, 50 year-old, male, sexist, crackhead?
7) Apparently, this movie celebrates rich kids getting richer. Just what America needs right now. Yes, let’s celebrate the dumbfug toadsuckers of the world while the guy flipping your burger over at McDonald’s loses his health insurance.
8 ) The Social Network is apparently number one at the box office after this weekend and apparently has gotten great word of mouth. You know who else got great word of mouth at one time? Adolf Hitler, that’s who. Up until it was no longer socially acceptable, the mainstream loved him too.
9) The Social Network has a really crappy, first draft title. Seriously, that’s the name of the movie?
10) Sasha Stone, over at Awardsdaily.com, loves this fucking movie and to me, that’s reason enough to assume it’s going to be an overrated piece of foolishness. Seriously, Awardsdaily.com is a great site if you want to keep up with all the Oscar buzz but — when it comes to reviews — Sasha Stone, Ryan Adams, and the rest of the site are all so middle class and predictable. (Of course, what do you expect from a site that regularly quotes William Goldman?)
So, that’s my pre-viewing review of The Social Network. Hopefully, I’ll see it next weekend and be able to post an actual review. Then we’ll be able to see if the film simply conformed to my own biases or if it truly is worthy of all the hype.
Until then, I’d love to hear your thoughts on The Social Network and the growing chorus of mainstreamers who insist that this is the greatest film of all time. Am I being too hard on it or is this yet another example of the mainstream emperor wearing no clothes?