Best Films of 2015

Between school, stuff in my personal life, and catching up with recent films, I’ve dropped the ball on completing my Blindspot 2015 and wanted to apologize. I will make every effort to watch the three movies from that list that I still haven’t seen—The Maltese Falcon, Rebel Without a Cause, It’s a Wonderful Life—this coming year. The good news is, my foray into the films of 2015 have revealed to me some true cinematic treasures.

Below is a list of my favorite 10; below that, a handful of runners-up that just missed inclusion in the 10 but are nonetheless worth watching; and at the bottom of the page, the films I wasn’t able to see before writing up this post. In an ideal world, I would have watched them all before setting out on my annual list-making endeavor, but I thought I’d try to create my Top 10 before New Years for once, and the release schedule for many American independent and foreign films don’t reach theaters near me until early January (if at all). Plus, I had all those life-related and school-related things that prevented me from seeing as many films as I’d have liked. Anyway, between now and the Oscars, this list may change as I watch some of those 2015 films I missed—the most updated list will appear near the top of the post, below this paragraph, but without the mini-reviews of each film that accompany the original 10.

Anyway, here’s the list. Hope you enjoy! Continue reading

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Review: The Assassin

A Gorgeous Muddle

The Assassin stillVisually, The Assassin is one of the most beautiful films I’ve ever seen. Most movies have four, maybe five photogenic shots that, if extracted from the film, wouldn’t look out of place in an art gallery. A small handful of motion “pictures” live up to their name by accruing praise like “painterly” or “pictorial” for delivering a sizable quantity of images that you would frame and hang on your living room wall if you could. The Assassin is made entirely of these images. Virtually if not literally every shot has been arranged and photographed to perfection. Continue reading

Marjane Satrapi

Marjane SatrapiThe following is the script of my introduction to Poulet aux prunes (Chicken with Plums), a selection at the University of Rochester’s 2015-2016 Tournées Film Festival, which showcases French and Francophone films.

People have tried to silence Marjane Satrapi. From her moralistic teachers in Lycée Français, a French high school in her hometown of Tehran, Iran, to the Muslim fundamentalist regime that deposed the Shah monarchy in the 1979 Iranian Revolution, individuals and forces both at home and abroad have tried to contain and suppress Satrapi’s revolutionary voice. They have failed. Beginning with ink before expanding to the silver screen, Satrapi’s career, which was launched in 2003 with the publication of her autobiographical, multi-volume graphic novel Persepolis, has gained widespread acclaim, an Oscar nomination, and a reputation as a vehicle for ardent political commentary and exuberant self-expression. Continue reading

Blindspot Review: Amélie

Happily Ever After

Amelie movie still

This is the ninth post in my Blindspot review series. I will continue to publish one like it each month for the rest of 2015.

Amélie is a curious concoction. The world it depicts is bawdy and colorfully R-rated, and yet it has the feel of a children’s fairy tale. We get this impression thanks in large part to the titular heroine (Audrey Tautou), whose biggest flaw is her altruism: she so single-mindedly devotes herself to helping others that she forgets to help herself. This scenario recalls a very real-world problem – the compassionate busybody who burns out because she is constantly ignoring her own needs to meet the needs of others – but director Jean-Pierre Jeunet rephrases the issue in more fanciful terms. Instead of psychological health, the lack in Amélie’s life is in the shape of a prince charming, an elusive happily-ever-after.  Continue reading

Blindspot Review: Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives

Spirited Away

Uncle Boonmee monkeys

This is the eighth post in my Blindspot review series. I will continue to publish one like it each month for the rest of 2015.

In Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, the titular character is dying from kidney failure. The film is slow – slow cinema slow – but this slowness takes on profound weight in light of this plot line. With death forthcoming, we become unusually sensitive to time’s passing – the way the story crawls and at points seems to stand still, the way the shots last for minutes on end. The smallest movements are granted tremendous significance, as they seem to resist through physical action the stillness associated with death. Simultaneously, the melancholy sluggishness with which they are performed – as when a woman lazily zaps mosquitoes with an electric swatter, or an ox ambles casually through a field of grass – appear to convey a resignation to time’s inevitable trajectory. Continue reading

Summer Short Takes: ‘Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation,’ ‘The End of the Tour,’ ‘The Gift’

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation

Rogue NationMission Impossible: Rogue Nation is all business. Whereas Ghost Protocol took time to pay homage to the series’ legacy (a literal lighting-of-a-fuse segues us into the franchise’s indelible musical theme), the latest entry, while not lacking in nods to earlier Mission Impossible staples, assumes we’ve seen the previous installments and guns ahead. There are gadgets and spy intrigue and stunts galore, but they are rattled off with ease and not too much exposition, allowing the magnetic muscle man Tom Cruise to work his magic for as much time as possible.  Continue reading

Blindspot Review: The Thin Red Line

Prayers in Wartime

This is the seventh post in my Blindspot review series. I will continue to publish one like it each month for the rest of 2015.

Most conventional war movies focus on the inhumanity of man as a consequence of blood shed on the battlefield. The Thin Red Line, helmed by director-philosopher Terrence Malick after a 20-year directorial hiatus, has loftier aims, framing war itself as symptomatic of a greater tension within nature, at least as perceived by our insular, earthbound species. The film, which tracks a platoon of American soldiers as they attempt to usurp Japanese control of a plot of strategically valuable land, is superficially about the usual wartime concerns as depicted in the movies: PTSD, the fraternal bond between brothers in arms, War is Hell. Continue reading