{"id":183946,"date":"2022-12-12T11:52:47","date_gmt":"2022-12-12T16:52:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=183946"},"modified":"2024-11-14T22:57:31","modified_gmt":"2024-11-15T03:57:31","slug":"movies-i-loved-in-2022","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=183946","title":{"rendered":"Movies I Loved in 2022"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It is the month of Top 10 Lists. I&#8217;ve submitted a few to different sites. And &#8230; each list is slightly different. Because I&#8217;m not a list person and I don&#8217;t rank things and I really don&#8217;t like to argue about lists. I look at lists this way: they are a road-map, and a detailed one. The map doesn&#8217;t just show the freeways, but every lane and path and small county road. I use other people&#8217;s lists as a way to go, &#8220;Oh wow, I guess I should check that out.&#8221; When I saw that so many critics put <i>Paddington 2<\/i> on their Best of 2018 lists, I was like, &#8220;Jesus, I haven&#8217;t even seen it.&#8221; (Many people stop there. <i>&#8220;Why do so many critics have movies I HAVEN&#8217;T EVEN HEARD OF LET ALONE SEEN on their lists?? Fuck them! What about MY PERSONAL FAVORITE?&#8221;<\/i> But that&#8217;s no fun! They&#8217;re providing their own personal road map, showing you the little country lanes THEY have discovered when wandering around. So why not check it out?) I hadn&#8217;t seen <i>Paddington 2<\/i>, never gave it a single thought, but then there it was, showing up on so many people&#8217;s lists, so I went and saw it immediately. And I fell so in love with it I had to <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=141239\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">re-arrange my own Top 10<\/a> to include it. I love it when that happens!  And so, when I submit a Top 10 for one site, I&#8217;ll toss together a list. If I&#8217;m asked to put together a list for another site, I&#8217;ll subtract a couple titles to include some titles I couldn&#8217;t include on the OTHER list. Like I said, I&#8217;m not big on LISTS, at least not in terms of considering them etched in stone like the 10 Commandments. I like to think of it more like &#8230; Here are the movies I loved this year, and there are definitely some movies that made it to the Top of my list and never left, that&#8217;s for sure &#8211; not EVERYthing is in flux &#8211; but the rest is up for grabs. How can I choose between, say, <i>Holy Spider<\/i> and <i>All the Beauty and the Bloodshed<\/i>? How can I say one is BETTER than the other? I refuse! Also, I am still catching up. There are a couple of titles I still need to see because I missed the press screenings for this that and the other thing. <\/p>\n<p>So. Here are some of the movies I loved this year. This is un-ranked although the first five haven&#8217;t really changed since I first put them on there. <\/p>\n<p>List after the jump.<\/p>\n<p>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p><strong><\/p>\n<h1>2022 Movies, starting with a Loose Top 10<\/h1>\n<p><\/strong><\/p>\n<h2><strong><em>Elvis<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Baz Luhrmann<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/61WLMA41kUL-e1670869245218.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"534\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183947\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nSummer of 2022 was the summer of the Elvis movie. It was playing in two theatres right near my place (one theatre in walking distance) so I saw it again and again. I haven&#8217;t done that in years, and certainly never to this degree. It fed something in me, and also it was wild how long it was in the theatres. From June until September. It beat <i>Top Gun: Maverick<\/i> at the box office. (I don&#8217;t think in total, but for one week it did. Extraordinary.) I also felt like it needed to be seen on a large screen, and &#8230; once it left the big screen, when would it ever show up there again, except for special events? I wasn&#8217;t asked to review it. And I sent out pitches and no one responded. I have been writing about Elvis non-stop for over 10 years. I have written about him here, there, and everywhere. Wouldn&#8217;t it make sense to have &#8220;the Elvis girl&#8221; &#8211; as one critic called me, to my face, when he met me for the first time &#8211; lol &#8211; to weigh in? Wouldn&#8217;t that add some value to the perspective on this film? What the fuck am I even doing here? This brought on a (very small) existential crisis and made me question my participation in this racket and also to double-down on my own goals in re: Elvis. The only way to do what I want to do is to &#8230; do what I want to do. I know. Rocket science. The movie is divisive, blah blah blah, most great movies are. Baz Luhrmann poured everything he had into this one, and &#8230; he drives people crazy, yes, but &#8230; it&#8217;s like Jackson Pollock or Mondrian or pick your poison &#8230; artists with a strong personal style, a style many find alienating. That personal style comes from their own personal taste and their inclinations &#8211; mysterious, alchemical &#8211; as an artist. They try to put down what they see and how they see. They make things the way they make them because they like to do it that way. That way makes sense to them. And, in a lot of ways, what they are criticized for is that which makes them unique, and themselves. To require them to do something else in order to &#8220;fit in&#8221; with what you think is &#8220;appropriate&#8221; storytelling is &#8230; an opinion coming from dummy-dumb land. From the land of bossy mediocrity. You may not LIKE their style and expression but that doesn&#8217;t mean it&#8217;s BAD. This attitude &#8211; common in critical circles &#8211; is a trap, one I have fallen into myself. Try to see what a movie is doing, how it&#8217;s doing it, and then weigh in on how successfully it does what IT wants to do, not how it fails to do what YOU think it should do. Because who the hell are YOU. Clearly I feel strongly about this. I think my feelings might come from my years at the Actors Studio where, at acting sessions, after an actor works in class &#8211; the first question asked by the moderator is: &#8220;What were you working on?&#8221; The actor answers. It could be something small like &#8220;I was working on being in a heat wave.&#8221; Or something big like &#8220;I was working on the moment before.&#8221; Actor talk. If you know, you know. Ideally, the comments and critiques should all be focused on what the actor was working on and whether or not they achieved it. Not: &#8220;It would have been better if you had played it like THIS&#8221; or &#8220;WHY were you working on THAT? Wouldn&#8217;t it be more interesting if you worked on THIS TOTALLY OTHER THING?&#8221; Comments like that are shut down at the Actors Studio and it&#8217;s just been drilled into me, through repetition, that it&#8217;s best to figure out what someone is working on, focus on that, and then say whether or not they achieved it. I&#8217;ve carried this habit into my writing work. It helps me to be open to films not made &#8220;for&#8221; me. I get that not everyone feels like I do on this score &#8211; and that&#8217;s FINE &#8211; but it&#8217;s equally FINE that I approach things this way. The Elvis movie succeeded in doing what Baz Luhrmann set out to do, in every single important way. I guess it&#8217;s valid to mention that despite my appreciation of Baz &#8211; and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.brightwalldarkroom.com\/2016\/08\/08\/riotous-excursions-baz-luhrmanns-the-great-gatsby\/\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">my &#8220;defense&#8221; of him<\/a> &#8211; I went into <i>Elvis<\/i> with my arms crossed, annoyed and resistant. I don&#8217;t like biopics, and I am very suspicious of Elvis biopics. I was annoyed from the moment I heard who he cast as Elvis. THAT guy? That scrawny guy from <i>Once Upon a Time in Hollywood<\/i>? Yes, he was very good (how on earth did he make Tex freakin&#8217; Watson funny, ridiculous, pathetic?), but I thought: Oh HELL no. I was being close-minded, judging before the fact, something I dislike in others. lol. But Baz wove a spell. And Austin Butler blew me away, even though he doesn&#8217;t look anything like Elvis. But he grokked the lonely inchoate SOMETHING inside of Elvis that drove him. And that&#8217;s the most important thing to &#8220;get&#8221; about Elvis. The rest is just prosthetics. It&#8217;s a profound performance. So I give credit where credit is due. People might think the Elvis movie would be a &#8220;soft sell&#8221; for someone like me. Or that I am inherently biased in its direction. Wrong. It&#8217;s the opposite. I like ELVIS, I don&#8217;t like interpretations OF Elvis, and watching actors play the role who don&#8217;t come close to the magic of the Real Thing is legitimately painful for me. It&#8217;s unpleasant. Frankly, I&#8217;d rather just NOT. Baz&#8217;s movie, of course, is only an approximation of the Real Thing &#8211; but it&#8217;s infused with passion and it&#8217;s focused on what I consider to be the right things. It is an act of redress, and a serious work of contextualization &#8211; placing him in a larger context, where he needs to be &#8211; you don&#8217;t GET Elvis if you don&#8217;t get the context. Context is missing from the majority of biopics. Most focus on personal foibles, flaws, addictions, etc. Those things are deemed more &#8220;dramatic&#8221; but they aren&#8217;t. They&#8217;re banal. Everyone has personal foibles, flaws, addictions, but why we are WATCHING the movie is because of what this person did with their ART. And what is THAT about? This is very very hard to do, particularly with someone like Elvis, whose posthumous fame is not really about his art. I watch the kids on YouTube discover Elvis after seeing Baz&#8217;s movie, and many of them are shocked at how well Elvis sings. They can&#8217;t believe it. They never knew. This is a disgrace (not the kids&#8217; fault! It&#8217;s the culture&#8217;s fault for not passing down information about its treasures). So that&#8217;s an exciting development. Critics might not care but I care deeply about the kids, and their teary-eyed awe at watching the Real Thing in action. They suddenly understand that Austin Butler &#8211; as good as he was &#8211; was just a shadow, an echo, of the Real Thing. And their minds are forever blown. That&#8217;s what matters and that&#8217;s what <i>Elvis<\/i> has done. It&#8217;s huge. And it&#8217;s about fucking time. Why do you think I&#8217;ve been writing about him for a decade-plus?<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wBDLRvjHVOY\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Now that we&#8217;ve gotten THAT out of the way: <\/p>\n<h2><em><strong>No Bears<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Jafar Panahi<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BMWNjYmRmN2EtMmNiZi00N2U5LWJlZWMtNTAwNWY1YmY2ODA0XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTM5NTczMjkz._V1_-e1670869275573.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"561\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183950\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nWhat is happening to Jafar Panahi (and the other filmmakers, artists, rappers, actors) is the most important thing going on in the film world right now. Artists everywhere should be rising up in support. Panahi is one of my favorite living directors, and my heart is broken. I don&#8217;t even want to say this out loud but we are in very perilous times: <i>No Bears<\/i> may very well be his last film. It ends with Panahi, rolled to a stop in his car. He pulls up on the emergency brake. The screen cuts to black. The movie is over. As much as I wish Panahi had been allowed to make the art he wanted to make in the way he wanted to make it, as opposed to being hounded and imprisoned and oppressed for two decades now &#8230; the films he has made post-ban (he was banned from making films in 2010. He has made five since that ban) are a priceless body of work, a clarion call for artistic freedom and self-expression. Every time he works he faces danger, life-and-death danger. <i>No Bears<\/i> is a film rich in symbolism and metaphor: every single moment (pulling up on the emergency brake) contains wider implications. It&#8217;s one of his best. It is a devastating piece of work. He is now in prison. He manages to smuggle out messages. We at the NYFCC have given him a special award, to be presented at our upcoming awards show dinner in January. I will be writing the essay included in the booklet\/program. It&#8217;s shattering what has happened. I am glad we are paying tribute but at the same time I hate that we have to. I hate that we can&#8217;t just give <i>No Bears<\/i> an award, and Panahi could attend our ceremony, like every other artist. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mWx8teulomE\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Dinner in America<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Adam Rehmeier<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/dinner-1-1-e1670869296730.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"449\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183951\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nI <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/dinner-in-america-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">reviewed this one<\/a>, and then kept re-visiting it and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=175579\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">writing about it again<\/a>. This doesn&#8217;t happen a lot, to put it mildly. I see lots of movies, and many are great, and many are on this list. Many I probably won&#8217;t watch again though. Too much else to see. But sometimes you see a movie and you know it&#8217;s going in your Lexicon of what I call Beloved Movies, not just Good Movies. Movies to re-visit again and again. Forever movies. Here are some of mine. <i>Blue Crush. What&#8217;s Up, Doc? Manhattan Murder Mystery. The More the Merrier. Zodiac. Spotlight. Something New. Offside. Pierrot le Fou. Klute. Used Cars.<\/i> Eclectic doesn&#8217;t even cover it. But watching these movies, 20, 30 times, becomes a kind of comfort. You never know what&#8217;s going to &#8220;hit&#8221;. And <i>Dinner in America<\/i> hit. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/k1BcmdWqc1M\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Aftersun<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Charlotte Wells<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BMTM3OTU0ZGUtNzYwYy00ODU3LWI3YjgtOWZlODliMmRiMWEzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTAyMjQ3NzQ1._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869320789.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"555\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183955\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nI <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/aftersun-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">reviewed for Ebert<\/a>. This one had been on my radar for almost a year before I actually saw it, due to the awards it was receiving at festivals. Sometimes those festival faves show up and I think, &#8220;I guess the raves were due to the Festival Glow because &#8230; I don&#8217;t see what&#8217;s going on with this at ALL.&#8221; But this one deserves the accolades. It&#8217;s uniquely itself. I can&#8217;t ask for more from a work of art than that. The expectations you might have are &#8230; incorrect. Let go. This is a beautiful movie and made me think so much of my father my heart exploded. I wrote about it in the review. I also mention a photo of me and my father. Here it is: <\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/13330970_10153789093742632_4091642853601450788_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"604\" height=\"603\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183959\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/13330970_10153789093742632_4091642853601450788_n.jpg 604w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/13330970_10153789093742632_4091642853601450788_n-200x200.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/13330970_10153789093742632_4091642853601450788_n-400x400.jpg 400w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/13330970_10153789093742632_4091642853601450788_n-100x100.jpg 100w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 604px) 100vw, 604px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/G9jOaggGPKQ\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>EO<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Jerzy Skolimowski<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BNWMwNzE4MDktMjY5Ny00Njg1LTkzMDUtNzgzYTY5OTIyZWNhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjQyMTI3MTM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869343651.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"554\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183956\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nAn un-categorizable movie, almost unbearably moving, terrifying, tender, about a donkey named (?) EO, who drifts through the human world, being placed in situation after situation, some kind, some cruel. Told as closely as possible from EO&#8217;s often-uncomprehending POV, or as close as we can get to getting into the mind of an animal. One &#8220;reads things&#8221; into his soft furry gentle face, his dark eyes. How does he make sense of things? What is he thinking? What fools these mortals be. What monsters, too. So pleased we awarded this Best International Feature. I am looking forward to meeting Skolimowski, one of the &#8220;perks&#8221; of NYFCC membership. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rrBeSQbdXmw\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong> Corsage <\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Marie Kreutzer<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BYTBhZDIzYzMtYTg0Ni00NjJlLTk0NDItMTIxOTI1YTMyNzZkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTE1MzI2NzIz._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869364438.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"522\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183957\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nA &#8220;biopic&#8221; (with quirks) of Empress Elisabeth of the Austria-Hungarian Empire, a controversial figure, as most empresses are, trapped in a situation beyond her control, in an empire quickly fracturing, even back in the 1880s: all the signs were on the wall. With Vicki Krieps as Elisabeth, an accomplished equestrienne, maybe anorexic? at least obsessed with her weight and with staying young, trapped in a stifling world of empty ritual, surrounded by large forces she could have no impact on, she could only be a victim OF. The ending is fascinating. The real Elisabeth was assassinated on a boardwalk, stabbed to death. !! Here, it plays out a little differently, and I am still thinking about it. Playing hard and fast with the facts? I don&#8217;t think so. I think it&#8217;s a meditation on her state of mind. Besides, the contemporary music &#8211; like the Rolling Stones &#8211; except tricked out into what sound like folk songs and\/or court music &#8211; should give you a clue that Kreutzer is after something other than strict adherence to reality. Gorgeously shot, all those creaking heavy doors, and chilly dawns. It&#8217;s riveting. Not stately or solemn. It jangles around, all nerves, all action and impulse. This one opens in the US on December 23, so don&#8217;t feel bad that you haven&#8217;t seen it yet. Just keep it on your radar. I&#8217;m in love with it.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/P7LpMtLRe2E\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Jackass Forever<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Jeff Tremaine<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/JackassForever-poster-e1670869379538.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"563\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183961\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nI&#8217;ve <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=160698\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">said it before<\/a>, and I&#8217;ve <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=161187\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">said it again<\/a>, the <i>Jackass<\/i> trilogy (although now quartet) helped me get through the wretched year of 2020. I watched and roared with laughter, alone in my apartment, laughing so hard tears streamed down my face, and I legit almost pissed my pants once. Not exaggerating. Johnny Knoxville trying out his &#8220;rocket skates&#8221;. I lost it and my GOD I needed to lose it. Catharsis doesn&#8217;t come along every day. There are deep things to say about <i>Jackass<\/i>, and many have said it better than I ever could. Deep things about mortality, physicality, ritual, but most of all, friendship. It&#8217;s the friendship that elevates this thing, the SUPPORT they all give each other as they do these ridiculously dangerous and gross things. These movies provide something nothing else does, and honestly to get into it requires an essay of no less than 3,000 words. Consent is a big one. A hot topic of the day, yes? Well, watch <i>Jackass<\/i>, because consent is BAKED INTO this thing. There&#8217;s even an explicit moment about consent in <i>Jackass Forever<\/i>, between Chris Pontius and newbie Rachel Woflson &#8211; the first woman Jackass &#8211; and &#8230; despite the hilarity, or maybe beCAUSE of the hilarity, I can&#8217;t stop thinking about it. It&#8217;s what consent looks like. And it comes so naturally to Pontius. There&#8217;s no resentment. It&#8217;s authentic. <i>Jackass<\/i> to me is a Utopia. But it&#8217;s real. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/FNq-QT2Jpng\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Benediction<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Terrence Davies<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BOGM4Njk0MWQtODk2NS00NDU2LTg5YzctOGYyZDM0MzUxMzRmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTM1MTE1NDMx._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869398708.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"555\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183962\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nA devastating fascinating film about poet Siegfried Sassoon, and his experiences through World War I, and on into the 20s, when he circulated in the Bright Young Thing milieu of post-war London, where he intersected with everyone, Robbie Ross (of Oscar Wilde fame), and Stephen Tennant, and Edith Sitwell, not to mention his brief friendship with Wilfred Owen, when they were both sent to a &#8220;sanitarium&#8221; in the middle of WWI, Wilfred Owen because of shell-shock, and Sassoon because of the pacifist manifesto he had written and circulated, protesting the conduct of the war. Sassoon was the older man but he encouraged Wilfred Owen in his own literary pursuits, and of course Owen had a brief spurt of creativity before he was killed in battle a week before the war ended. Anyway, I already love all these people, and have read all their work, so to watch the story unfold &#8211; directed by a master like Terrence Davies &#8211; the master of quiet repression &#8211; all that passion and sexuality underneath a cultural glacier &#8211; was a deep pleasure. It&#8217;s devastating, and the devastation sneaks up on you. That generation &#8211; the generation of men who fought in WWI &#8211; the horrors they carried around, the horrors of what they had seen &#8230; the breaking apart of certainties of stability &#8230; and if they were lucky enough to make it to old age, like Sassoon was, to find themselves wanderers in a world that almost forgot them. Not to mention the whole sexuality aspect: to have lived in a time of such repression, but also such self-expression &#8211; the London world of gay boys and gay men &#8211; frankly acknowledged, and yet still haunted by the specter of Oscar Wilde&#8217;s fate &#8230; it&#8217;s fucking tragic. Jack Lowden is amazing as Sassoon, but everyone&#8217;s great.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ppbSqeQ7Fn8\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>RRR<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. S. S. Rajamouli<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BOGEzYzcxYjAtZmZiNi00YzI0LWIyY2YtOTM0MDFjODU2YTZiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTQ3Mzk2MDg4._V1_-e1670869415873.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"563\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183964\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nI can&#8217;t tell you how exciting it is that we (NYFCC) gave Rajamouli Best Director. There were other contenders, and strong ones &#8211; just look at the films this year &#8211; but &#8230; honestly, once you&#8217;ve seen <i>RRR<\/i> there&#8217;s no way you could be unhappy with the choice. The film is bonkers, a 3-hour-long epic adventure extravaganza, complete with dance numbers, all powered by real emotion. It doesn&#8217;t feel three hours long. Not for one second are you allowed to wander off. Nothing drags. There are so many action sequences and chase sequences, incredible feats of physical courage &#8211; being chased by tigers, by the entire British army, whatever &#8211; exploding trains, exploding fortresses and armories, wailing children, brave starry-eyed women &#8211; a bromance to end all bromances &#8211; this may be the Platonic Ideal of a &#8220;bromance&#8221; &#8211; not to mention blazing patriotism (which Rajamouli has gotten some shit for, understandable) &#8211; it has a lot in common with <i>Top Gun<\/i> in that respect. Jingoistic doesn&#8217;t even cover it. Saving a child in peril while waving a gigantic flag. I mean, this literally happens. HOWEVER, it is difficult to complain when an entire menagerie of roaring Big Cats are loosed upon a fancy-schmancy British barracks party &#8211; Exhibit A:<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/rrr-e1670772902265.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"366\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183967\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n&#8230; and\/or a man armed only with a bow and arrow takes down British soldier after British soldier or or or &#8230; there are so many incredible sequences. Plus that DANCE NUMBER. All brought about because a snooty English man says &#8220;What do you savages know about DANCE? Can you dance the FLAMENCO?&#8221; Well, let the BROMANCE-BROS show you why you&#8217;re wrong, and watch all the WHITE WOMEN swoon in lust for their virility, and who&#8217;s got the last laugh now?<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SbT3fKt80k8\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\nOne of the things I kept thinking as I reveled in <i>RRR<\/i> was its 100% total lack of irony. It&#8217;s wild to watch something totally without irony. It requires an attitude adjustment.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AVVO3Yat_Bw\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Moonage Daydream<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Brett Morgen<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/ikVMezPrLFLYbrspvBPFEwSzffj-scaled-e1670869443482.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"563\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183970\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nA film I was anticipating for months. Similar to Todd Haynes&#8217; wonderful <i>Vevet Underground<\/i>, a documentary that &#8220;mimicked&#8221; the style of the time, the music, the feel, the atmosphere (now out on Criterion, by the way) &#8230; <i>Moonage Daydream<\/i> is a COLLAGE, phantasmagorical, weaving together live footage of Bowie onstage through the years, or in interviews, through every stage of his career, with other images, cartoons, graphics, solar systems moving, dots on the screen, newsreel footage &#8230; all accompanied by Bowie&#8217;s songs, his voice, spoken or singing, his fascinating slippery answers to questions about his sexuality (at the beginning) and his artistry, the DANGER of him, the &#8220;What on earth is he DOING and is it HARMFUL??&#8221; response he got, as he slowly sashayed his way into the mainstream, an undeniable force of art and thought and creativity. Boundless creativity. Born on January 8. Like someone else we know. In one of the clips, he says something I haven&#8217;t been able to stop thinking about: &#8220;I&#8217;ve had an incredible life. It&#8217;s been amazing. I&#8217;d love to do it again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/QUvjaPIEIBs\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Saint Omer<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Alice Diop<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BZmRlM2ZlNjktZWZlMC00OGJjLWE2ZGQtNTU3YTdhM2VmMjNiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNTM3MDc5NDU@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869472464.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"509\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183996\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nA riveting film, and the first narrative feature from Alice Diop. Diop comes from documentary and she uses her rigorous documentary background to craft this based-on-a-true-story tale, about a Senegalese immigrant woman (played by Kayije Kagame) who killed her child, for reasons the woman doesn&#8217;t really understand. Her reasoning has to do with curses, and shame, and isolation. There was a trial, and in real life Alice Diop attended the trial, which &#8211; clearly &#8211; brought up all kinds of personal things for her. The experience of being an immigrant, the language barrier, the feeling of exile and separation &#8230; The woman on trial lived a life of lies. In the film, she says she&#8217;s a student, even though she wasn&#8217;t enrolled, didn&#8217;t get a degree. Did she actually go to school? Did she actually focus on the work of Heidegger (an interesting choice, if true, considering Heidegger&#8217;s focus on language and silence, something that seems to have relevance in this story of failed communication, of cultural barriers and incomprehension). I do not know if <i>Saint Omer<\/i> used the actual trial transcripts. It wouldn&#8217;t surprise me if Diop crafted her script from extant documents. The majority of the film, 95% of it, takes place in the courtroom, as the defendant is questioned by the judge, the defense team, the prosecutor. The acting is stunning: almost bare bones, nothing &#8220;added&#8221;, nothing &#8220;performance&#8221;-y. Again, the commitment to documentary realism. There is an expansion at the end (although the seeds of it are present from the start). The Diop-stand-in (played by Guslagie Malanga) is unsettled by the trial. She&#8217;s married, pregnant, and an academic, with a successful lecturing career. She has &#8220;integrated&#8221; into French society. She is The Goal. Her life is what &#8211; seemingly &#8211; the woman in the dock wants, and yet can&#8217;t have. Maybe. There&#8217;s a dissolution of boundaries that occurs, and the ending packs an enormous punch. I was shaken by <i>Saint Omer<\/i>, and it really should be a Top 10-er. This is why I don&#8217;t like lists. One of the films of the year. Unlike anything else. Personal. An experimental intuitive style, and yet cold and clear as ice. This is actually opening in the US in January 2023, so I don&#8217;t know if it counts. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iWw-EyrG5Sw\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Both Sides of the Blade<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Claire Denis<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/onesheet-e1670869489480.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"554\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183998\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThe pleasures of watching great actors &#8211; Juliette Binoche and Vincent Lindon &#8211; work together, creating first a sense of contentment and love, before deteriorating into conflict, chaos, and loss. It&#8217;s intense. You watch these two people fall apart, after the inciting event of Binoche having a chance encounter with an old love. This encounter undoes her, and destroys her happy relationship. Lindon is phenomenal. (See <i>Titane<\/i> for more evidence). <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/both-sides-of-the-blade-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed this one for Ebert<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OBTJTtOiuzg\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Funny Pages<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Owen Kline<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BMWYzY2IwOGEtM2UxYi00MzFhLThkZTEtOGUzZmUzMjc2NTRmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTAyMjQ3NzQ1._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869902120.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"555\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183999\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThis one stayed with me, more than I expected. Directed by Owen Kline &#8211; a cinephile, which shows &#8211; and the son of Kevin Kline and Phoebe Cates &#8211; <i>Funny Pages<\/i> doggedly resists the easy coming-of-age tropes and instead crafts an unforgettable story with grim tones, and even grimmer settings. Including one of my favorite final shots of the year. The film goes the distance. It sticks to its guns. It doesn&#8217;t cop out. And God, I appreciate that. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/funny-pages-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed for Ebert<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qXDeAcyt8Ng\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Kimi<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Steven Soderbergh<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BYjFmOWUwYjgtM2UyYS00M2FmLTgwNmUtMWIwNTc2ZTgzNmRhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTEyMjM2NDc2._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670869922435.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"556\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183971\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nOn HBO Max. I complain a lot about movies that try to comment on How We Live Now, and do so in a ponderous obvious way. Movies like that will date by next week. Witness history. So many &#8220;relevant&#8221; movies win Oscars and then future generations look back and think, &#8220;That? THAT won?&#8221; (Not that Oscars matter. They don&#8217;t.)  But sometimes movies about How We Live Now actually CAPTURE How We Live Now, in a way that transcends the present moment, but will also act as a time capsule for future generations. Oh. Okay. That&#8217;s what it was like THEN. Filmmaking that has some energy, some creativity, some propulsion and OOMPH. Often genre films carry &#8220;messages&#8221; better than straight message films. Horror films really travel. Horror films have anxieties baked into them. So do erotic thrillers. Melodramas, too! The &#8220;women&#8217;s pictures&#8221; of the 30s\/40s are way more important cultural &#8220;documents&#8221; than films that strained to &#8220;comment on&#8221; the situations facing the world at that moment. You get my drift. So <i>Kimi<\/i> is a thriller, about an agoraphobic woman (Zoe Kravitz, in a great performance) &#8211; alREADY struggling with psychological issues when the pandemic hit. The pandemic made her double down into her neuroses (the same thing happened to me, to a lot of people I know). In the world of <i>Kimi<\/i>, there&#8217;s an Alexa-like device called &#8220;Kimi&#8221;, and Zoe Kravitz works as a coder for the company, correcting mistakes in Kimi&#8217;s responses, adding to the algorithim in the hopes to improve user experience. The agoraphobic woman overhears a horrifying crime being committed on one of the streams. She realizes she must do something. But what? Especially when she can no longer go outside. <i>Kimi<\/i> is a nervewracking thriller, catapulting along at a breakneck pace, and &#8230; Manohla Dargis wrote in her review that she felt so &#8220;seen&#8221; by <i>Kimi<\/i> and I totally co-sign. It&#8217;s fantastic. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/_Gr2zXuEBL0\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>All The Beauty And The Bloodshed<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Laura Poitras<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BYzQ5OWRhMjktN2ZhOS00OTMzLWE1ZWItMjMxMGY2MWFiMzBhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTAyMjQ3NzQ1._V1_-e1670871156122.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"556\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183973\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThere were some amazing documentaries this year, many of which are listed here, but this one &#8230; this one &#8230; First of all, it feels so CURRENT but it also feels long overdue. Directed by award-winning filmmaker Laura Poitras, it is both a portrait of photographer Nan Goldin, her life, her times, her work &#8230; and also a detailed look at her current quest, i.e. mission, to reveal the Sackler family&#8217;s responsibility for the opioid crisis. If you&#8217;ve heard about it, which I am sure you have, much of that has to do with Nan Goldin&#8217;s activism, the shape of which was inspired by her involvement in the Act Up protests in the 1980s. Very very effective non-violent protests, burning with symbolism and maximum societal impact. Real impact. Museums around the world &#8211; the huge ones &#8211; have not only (finally) refused donations from the Sackler family, AND buckled under the massive pressure and removed the Sackler name from galleries, specific wings, etc. It would be great to see this or that Sackler led off in handcuffs, but in lieu of that &#8230; Goldin&#8217;s activism (created with her group P.A.I.N.) has had world-changing impact, and makes it impossible for the Sackler family to hide behind philanthrophy, to hide, in general. Some of the Sacklers has found the high-society-world they circulate in suddenly totally un-welcoming to them. They have been shunned. Good. Goldin&#8217;s work is important and also has had such an impact because of her celebrated position in the art world. She and her group at first targeted museums that have permanent Nan Goldin collections. And so Nan Goldin was taking a huge personal risk. This had symbolic importance. Anyway, there&#8217;s so much information here: the entire documentary could have focused just on the mission to take down the Sacklers. Instead, it&#8217;s an amazing three-dimensional portrait of a major American artist. Very exciting that we (NYFCC) awarded it Best Non-Fiction film.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DXgF7bskfvo\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Emily the Criminal<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. John Patton Ford<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/rOx7xxDe70M-e1670871175429.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"563\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183978\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nAgain: one of those rare successful How We Live Now films, without the self-conscious &#8220;message&#8221;-y aspect so common in How We Live Now films (like, say, <i>She Said<\/i>). <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/emily-the-criminal-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed for Ebert<\/a>. For me, Aubrey Plaza&#8217;s is the best performance of the year by a woman. This movie never stops for a moment and is both a character study and a break-down of how credit card fraud works, not to mention an indictment of the current economic situation of so many: saddled with debt they can never pay back, trying to &#8220;make it&#8221; in a rigged system. Great film.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Xzf1YCEkLDI\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Holy Spider<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Ali Abbasi<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BZWFkMjBmZmYtMzk2MS00NzRlLWI5MzgtNjkwZmQyMGMwOWQxXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA0MjgyNzM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670871200132.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"537\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183979\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThis should be in the Top 10, but whatevs, had to make tough choices. Based on a true story of a serial killer who killed prostitutes in the holy city Mashad in Iran in the early 2000s, <i>Holy Spider<\/i> is a disturbing film, often gripping, with chilling scenes of the underworld of prostitutes and drug use and criminality, hovering on the outskirts of that so-called &#8220;holy city&#8221; full of pilgrims. Rahimi (Zar Amir Ebrahimi), a journalist, travels from Tehran to report on the crimes, and ends up starting her own investigation, since she gets nowhere interviewing the police and the smug mullash, fingering their beads, smiling benignly. It is clear these men have no interest in really going after this killer, because they approve of what he&#8217;s doing. He&#8217;s cleaning up the streets. The women killed &#8211; in horrific ways &#8211; are seem as less than human. Rahimi finds herself under threat and suspicion, with men who encroach her boundaries, don&#8217;t take her seriously. <i>Holy Spider<\/i> doesn&#8217;t just stick with Rahimi&#8217;s investigation. It also follows the killer, a family man named Saeed (Mehdi Bajestani), convinced he is cleansing the holy city: he feels totally justified in what he is doing. His pious wife and devoted son have no idea of his monstrous double life. The acting is superb. This is a very frightening film. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/27wZZ6O1IBc\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>The Fabelmans<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Steven Spielberg<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BZGM1MzczNmQtMjBmYS00NTRhLWI0MzctNTFkZDc4OGUyODdjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjMxOTE0ODA@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670871227242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"593\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183980\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nI&#8217;ve seen <i>The Fabelmans<\/i> twice now: once by myself on a small screen, and once with Allison on the big screen, and I found it overwhelming both times. This is one of his best. It is his attempt to imagine himself back into his childhood (a potent landscape for him, obvi), not just his own experience, but what his parents were going through. The film is not called Sam Fabelman, it&#8217;s called The Fabelmans for a reason. Paul Dano, Michelle Williams, and Seth Rogen, as the primary trio of adults, are all excellent, and heartbreaking &#8211; each of them for different ways. The children are amazing: Spielberg has a gift working with children. The film is not a straight narrative, it goes this way, and then that way: high school romance, mother&#8217;s prolonged grief at the death of her own mother, the films Sam loves, the birth of himself as a film-maker &#8211; all of which are based on Spielberg&#8217;s own experiences. David Lynch&#8217;s cameo &#8211; if you haven&#8217;t heard about it, try to avoid spoilers &#8211; is unforgettable. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/D1G2iLSzOe8\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>What Do We See When We Look at the Sky?<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Alexandre Koberidze<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BNjRmYTAyZWItMmQ1NS00MmJlLWEwODgtMzc5NzkwMjJmYWNiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjgxODk1MTM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670937899943.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"518\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183982\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThis one had a permanent spot on my Top 10 for months &#8211; and will be included on some of my various top 10s on different sites &#8211; because it must be celebrated. One of my favorites of the year. An innovative and emotional film from Georgia (the country, not the state) director Alexandre Koberidze tells a magical-realism-style story of two people who meet by chance on the streets of Tbilisi, and feel an instant connection. They arrange to meet for coffee the next day. Both of them wake up the following morning and discover something unexplainable and horrible in its implications for the potential of romance: they have woken up not themselves. They no longer look like themselves. They are different people on the outside, although inside they remain the same. Neither knows that the same thing has happened to someone else. And so &#8230; they can&#8217;t find each other, since they are looking for someone who no longer looks the way they looked. Fascinating. It&#8217;s a film about loneliness, of missing someone you&#8217;ve barely met, of lost potential, of the yearning for connection: Can they find each other? Even against these weird magical odds? God, I loved this film. Gorgeously shot, too.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/M_A9ktiOA0M\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Strawberry Mansion<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Albert Birney, Kentucker Audley<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BNTU0NGIwOGMtNTI5OS00ZTNiLWFhY2ItMzBmNWJlM2Q2MWQ0XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNDU0NjMyNTQ@._V1_-scaled-e1670871420617.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"519\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183984\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nKentucker Audley is such an interesting artist: a filmmaker, writer, actor: He is always on my radar. (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=110834\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I wrote about him here.<\/a>) He comes out of the thriving micro-budget filmmaking world of Memphis, Tennessee. He starred in one of my favorite movies of the last ten years, <i>Christmas Again<\/i> (I now watch it every holiday season). <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/christmas-again-2015\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed for Ebert<\/a>. It&#8217;s magical and melancholy and tender. His latest, co-directed with regular collaborator Albert Binney, <i>Strawberry Mansion<\/i> could be called &#8220;whimsical&#8221; and it is, but it isn&#8217;t &#8220;twee&#8221; or &#8220;cute&#8221; or any other diminutive adjective. It&#8217;s really about something, but it&#8217;s also innovative visually, off-the-rails sometimes in beautiful ways, following flights of fancy in an <i>Alice in Wonderland<\/i> sort of way, and is a story of two people connecting across the space-time continuum, in a strange dystopia where dreams &#8211; literal dreams &#8211; are monetized. There&#8217;s some <i>Eternal Sunshine<\/i> in the mix: how to maintain your mind, your subconscious, as your own. For me, this was one of the best of the year. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/strawberry-mansion-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed for Ebert<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/8b9enTzJMzA\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Nanny<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Nikyatu Jusu<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BZGNhYWU2NzEtODVmMi00MmUyLWFjYzEtNmIyNWUzMmViY2RmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjY5ODI4NDk@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670871440851.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"438\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183985\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nWhat a great film. Steeped in folklore and mystery, suffused with a feeling of un-nameable dread, fear, terror, with frightening forces massed up against our lead character, <i>Nanny<\/i> is the story of a Senegalese immigrant to the United States, who has nabbed a plum job as a nanny for a rich couple. Immersed in the chilly world of the rich (although they are not so rich as their apartment suggests: there&#8217;s lots of money worries), Aisha (Anna Diop: great) misses her 5-year-old son, still in Senegal although slated to arrive in time for his birthday. Every penny she saves is for plane tickets. The money worries of the couple she works for impacts her life, her future, the life of her son. They won&#8217;t pay her on time. They take advantage. They are kindly (the husband, in particular, who considers himself &#8220;educated&#8221; on the troubles in African countries through his work as a photojournalist), but there&#8217;s a power imbalance. The real triumph of <i>Nanny<\/i> is its style: watery images dominate, and figures from African folklore &#8211; Anansi and others &#8211; start to rise up into Aisha&#8217;s life, creating a phantasmagorical emotional landscape where she sometimes doesn&#8217;t know what is real and what isn&#8217;t. Jusu has made explicit the roilings of the unconscious, of the deeply buried myths and stories that make up Aisha&#8217;s emotional world, a world she barely has time to acknowledge because of her worries and the time constraints of her new job. This is a powerful film, and redemptive, even with all the pain. A new romance with the security guard in her employer&#8217;s apartment (Sinqua Walls), is sensitively drawn and portrayed. These are people with miles on them. Romance is different under those circumstances. They walk around with pain, although they are both survivors. This is a great film.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jW-XKkSC63k\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>The Cathedral<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Ricky D&#8217;Ambrose<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/large_the-cathedral-movie-poster-2022-e1670871457422.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"536\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-183986\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nWhat a fascinating movie, fascinating in D&#8217;Ambrose&#8217;s almost rigid and highly controlled style: one of the most distinctive things about it. This is a personal autobiographical film about the break-up of his parents&#8217; marriage, and the relationship with his volatile father (a superb Brian D&#8217;Arcy James). It&#8217;s painful but in a sneaky way, particularly because the style of the film is so cold and distant: no close-ups (at least not of faces), no thrusting you into the middle of the conflict. The film is told from the POV of the child, who absorbs his parents&#8217; stress, who feels the conflict, who makes himself small to stay safe, who withdraws into a world of art as a way to cope. I found the film so frustrating and upsetting because the focus is so much on the parents, I wanted at least ONE adult to pay attention to the child, to see how the child was bearing up under his parents&#8217; situation. These are narcissistic grudge-holding adults. They want to be right, each one feels they are always right. They are willing to sacrifice a child&#8217;s innocence, a child they supposedly love. Keeping the style going had to be very difficult. Similar to Joanna Hogg&#8217;s films, D&#8217;Ambrose resists highlighting big catharsis stylistically &#8211; and so when explosions come, and of course they do, they are even more frightening because they really do seem to erupt from out of nowhere (this is especially true since the POV is a child&#8217;s). <i>The Cathedral<\/i> has gotten a lot of attention and rightly so. It&#8217;s exciting to see a film so confident in its uningratiating style, its commitment to a certain amount of distance. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/the-cathedral-movie-review-2022\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">I reviewed for Ebert.<\/a> <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/kS183HKyTcA\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2><em><strong>Resurrection<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir.  Andrew Semans<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BMzg3Y2VhMTMtYTMzOS00YTJlLWFiOTAtMjMwNDBlMGM4MGUyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTAyMjQ3NzQ1._V1_-e1670871473968.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"519\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184004\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nGod, Rebecca Hall is good. She is giving phenomenal performance after phenomenal performance, and she is willing to go where other actresses fear to tread. She&#8217;s really in touch with the dark motivations, the ugliness that can drive us, the pettiness. Being liked is just not a factor for her. I&#8217;m so impressed. This performance deserves to be at the top of any list, and, in my opinion, she blows the favorite &#8211; Cate Blanchett in <i>Tar<\/i> &#8211; away. Rebecca Hall can make you deeply uncomfortable. <i>Resurrection<\/i> is, at times, almost unwatchable, and the details are twisted in the extreme. The ending was &#8220;divisive&#8221; (in a mild way), with some critics suggesting the movie went off the rails when &#8230; no. Where the film ended up going was where it needed to go: Semans went into that madness, and his actors followed. <i>Resurrection<\/i> holds the truth of its convictions. None of this would be possible without Rebecca Hall and Tim Roth, who embody this toxic emotionally volatile and deeply deeply SICK relationship as though they were born inside of it. This movie made me shiver. Still does.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/n6uIvEpxQ9o\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Tar<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Todd Field<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BM2I0ZDcyYzItMGEyNi00YWVhLTlmNTQtOWVlYjE1ZGVhNWM0XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTkxNjUyNQ@@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670871492473.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"518\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184006\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nStrange, the movies that become flashpoints in some tired old culture wars. Tar, a long movie about a famous conductor, has somehow gotten the attention of &#8230; everyone with an axe to grind: those on the right, those on the left. (I always say: any time the far right and the far left &#8211; if you want to call them that &#8211; somehow meet up in agreement, albeit for different reasons &#8211; look out. Something stinks. You can see this in the book-censorship wars. The groups may want to censor things for different reasons, but they agree that some books are too dangerous or &#8220;problematic&#8221; for general readers. Run far away. Resist.) So first we have the wingnuts who see in this a confirmation of their belief that &#8220;cancel culture&#8221; is bad. And then we have the other side, who &#8211; well, one critic complained about &#8220;making her a lesbian&#8221;: couldn&#8217;t she just be a successful conductor triumphing in a male world? (Sure, if you want to make a boring bad movie.) There are those who agree she should be &#8220;canceled&#8221;, who then circulate the spliced-together clip used in the movie showing her offensive comments in lectures &#8211; and the people circulating it like &#8220;Look how bad this woman is, she deserves to be canceled&#8221; don&#8217;t seem to realize they are basically making the movie&#8217;s point. They&#8217;re not getting the irony. I don&#8217;t know, I don&#8217;t think Lydia is supposed to be &#8220;likable&#8221;. (Any time this criticism comes up I think of Tommy Lee Jones&#8217; visit to my grad school and he was asked about playing Gary Gilmore, and how did he play an &#8220;unlikable&#8221; (understatement) character. He said, &#8220;You don&#8217;t need to like the character. You need to want to WATCH the character.&#8221; I feel that way about Lydia Tar. Or, Linda Tar.) I&#8217;m not sure the film can really TAKE all this commentary, it&#8217;s rather top-heavy. To me, it&#8217;s an interesting story about a woman falling apart, and reacting in a panicked way to a perceived threat. The psychological reality of facing what you have done, but also struggling with the feeling that losing EVERYTHING is &#8230; a tad unfair. I think it&#8217;s all quite real. Not quite as blown away by this as some others, but I think it&#8217;s a very good portrayal of the FEELING of being persecuted. That metronome in the cupboard!!<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Na6gA1RehsU\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2><em><strong>Three Minutes &#8211; A Lengthening<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Bianca Stigter<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BYjA0YjM3MDItOTIyMS00YzcxLTg5MTUtZGY1NjY1YTY3MzIzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTM1MTE1NDMx._V1_-scaled-e1670871508480.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"518\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184016\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nWhat a riveting film. Many of the films on my list approach &#8220;form&#8221; in innovative ways, ways that make you sit still, take notice. It forces you to see differently. You can&#8217;t be passive. The style forces involvement. The Cathedral is like that. The Nanny is like that. Many are like that. And this is just fascinating: three minutes of footage of a visit to a small Polish town in 1938 (the mere date should make you shiver), and a grandson&#8217;s attempt to put together the town, the people, what happened. There&#8217;s a lot of talk in the film, but it&#8217;s all in voiceover. The footage is made up only of those three minutes. But zooming in on different details, details that repeat, a style that forces you to focus on the trees, or the cobblestones, or the faces. Along with <i>All the Beauty and the Bloodshed<\/i> &#8211; oh and <i>Moonage Daydream<\/i> &#8211; (see? I don&#8217;t choose one) &#8211; this is one of THE documentaries of the year. Haunting. Everyone onscreen is dead. Many would be dead by the following year. But in those three minutes, all is peaceful. A lost world.<\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/I8RprTU0hXY\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2><em><strong>Decision to Leave<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Park Chan-wook<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BOTEzYTljMTMtODU0ZC00ZWI0LTlhOGEtYjE3MjI3NTI1YmNhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjgxODk1MTM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_-e1670871523211.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"518\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184007\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nPark Chan-wook is a twisty-turny story-teller, utilizing a whole new level of &#8220;Gotcha&#8221; in his plot-twists and late-in-the-game reveals. You can never rest. Nothing is what it seems. Every situation is in flux, depending on your point of view. Nobody has the whole story. I have a soft spot for stories involving detectives going mad in their pursuit of a killer, obsessed, and perhaps vulnerable to the temptation of a femme fatale. <i>Decision to Leave<\/i> has all that. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/d9BR3Z_-Hh8\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><h2><em><strong>Donbass<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p> dir. Sergei Loznitsa<\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/MV5BZDZiNDNiZmYtYWU0My00YmVlLWIwOTctZTEyYjY3NmNhNGQ0XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTMxODk2OTU@._V1_-e1670871546208.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"495\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184014\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<i>Donbass<\/i> was filmed in 2018, I believe, but is just being released now. Filmed on the ground in Ukraine, as the Russian invasion progresses, <i>Donbass<\/i> is made up of a series of vignettes, showing different aspects of the &#8220;conflict&#8221; &#8211; the checkpoints, the corruption, the Russian separatists, the Ukrainian nationalists, the regular people huddling in shelters, the grotesque marriage scene, the horror, the cold, the danger. It&#8217;s often quite funny, in a grim kind of way, and it&#8217;s not absurd so much as a reflection of reality which can be totally absurd. You can tell it was filmed under great duress. The situation is now much more dire. The world is paying attention. The faces are what I really remember: those rough faces, hardened, with pain and history in every line. The wild look of despair in the face of the man giving the &#8220;tour&#8221; of the shelter. It tore at my heart. <\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/donbass-e1670863403953.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"289\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184011\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/donbass2-e1670863435250.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"293\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184010\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/donbass3-e1670863448580.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"291\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184009\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/donbass4-e1670863505250.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"292\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-184008\" \/><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5CYLuFz7CtE\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Others, I&#8217;m tired of writing right now, but all these are worth seeing: <em>Is That Black Enough for You?!?<\/em>, dir. Elvis Mitchell; <em>Triangle of Sadness<\/em>, dir. Ruben \u00d6stlund; <em>All That Breathes<\/em>, dir. Shaunak Sen; <em>Descendant<\/em>, dir. Geoffrey Richman; <em>After Yang<\/em>, dir. Kogonada; <em>Lady Chatterley&#8217;s Lover<\/em>, dir. Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre; <em>The Inspection<\/em>, dir. Elegance Bratton; <em>Deep Water<\/em>, dir. Adrian Lyne; <i>Argentina 1985<\/i>, dir. Santiago Mitre<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is the month of Top 10 Lists. I&#8217;ve submitted a few to different sites. And &#8230; each list is slightly different. 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