2003 Paper Street Cinema Awards
By Greg Douglass

 

 

 

      

Best Album: Super Furry Animals "Phantom Power"
Best Show:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 7 
Best DVD, TV:
Farscape:
Seasons 1-3
Best DVD, Movie:
The Two Towers
Best Game:
Deus Ex 2
Best Novel: 
Nick Tousches' In the Hand of Dante

1. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy 
Directed by Peter Jackson



Return of the King  may not be the best film of the series. And it may not even the “best” film of the year, but this third and final chapter in the heralded Lord of the Rings trilogy is the embodiment of the sum being more than its parts. What does allow it to steal my top spot, however, is that it's a part of something so much bigger than itself. That’s why I’m selecting the whole trilogy for this year’s top honor in moviemaking. Call it cheating but if you approach Lord of the Rings as one gigantically beatific filmic effort then all the flaws of the individual films magically disappear. The meandering Fellowship ends up looking like a substantial first act; the hit- or-miss subplots of the Two Towers is just the series warming up and gearing up for The Return of the King, a film which, as I said in my December review, is the ultimate “consolidator of a trilogy that has gone from precarious to perfection in the most naturalistic of ways.” I suppose the most magnificent thing abut ROTK is that it ended up holding together as well as it did--the palpable sense of dread mixed with fervent action and substantial, dare I say Shakespearian, emotions add up to the perfect escapist fantasy film. Nothing else in my lifetime may top the experience of watching these films. That Peter Jackson didn’t screw it up as many directors before him making their crucial “third film” have (check out my comments on Matrix 3 below), that the performances only deepen during the final stretch as they advance on Mount Doom, and that this impeccably paced film makes the other two look so seamless is why I’m comfortable with finally, FINALLY, calling this already timeless series the best film(s) of the year… I only hope the Academy Awards do the same thing.
The Trilogy: A+

2. Lost In Translation Directed by Sofia Coppola
Now… on to the real “best” film of the year. At the risk of sounding maudlin, Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation may be the most soulful and life affirming film I’ve ever seen. It may also be the most illusive romantic comedy ever made. Every once and a while a film comes along and floors me in a very deep and personal way and so I can’t fully explain Lost’s effect over me other than to say this sleepy film's ethereal qualities lulled my aesthetic sensibilities at around the same time the two leads were warming my heart. As a man searching for meaning in life and finding it in the youthful gaze of an equally "lost" girl (Scarlett Johansson) while visiting the strange and wonderful world of Japan, Bill Murray delivers not only the best performance of the year but the best performance of his career. And who could have guessed that one the most romantically simpatico couples in movie history court each other in a film where a kiss is barley exchanged? Lost is a story that takes the typical film model of burgeoning love and replaces it with something so much more stimulating than interlocking bodies. This film gives us a story of interlocking minds.

3. Kill Bill Directed by Quentin Tarantino
A bravura piece of filmmaking that’s unrelenting, unforgettable, unparalleled… and that’s only the first half of Tarantino’s blood soaked, two-part kung-fu saga!!! Uma Thurman cuts and slices her way through the coolest revenge flick of the year. This is an artifact of retro kung-fu pulp that’s even better than the mélange of films being paid homage to. This is also proof positive that QT is more, so much more than a one hit wonder.  

4. Songs From the Second Floor
Directed by Roy Andersson

Songs is one of the best films I’ve ever seen precisely because it’s the only film of it’s kind I’ve ever seen. To describe or deconstruct the “plot” is to miss the point. Songs is an absurdist end-of-days foreign film that defies rational logic; one tableau after another played before me with a simultaneous effect of humor, ghastly anticipation and flat out wonder. Shot by the visionary Swedish director Roy Andersson, the film depicts many enigmatic vignettes (from a man peddling plastic Jesus' to vistas of endless traffic jams) but the camera never moves, it just sits there and observers these strange beings and I may found myself doing the same thing. The characters that inhabit this film have no earthly motivation but neither did Charlie’s three vacuous Angels, so quality is obviously not inherent in a movie's logic. If you’re lucky enough to see the film, then sit back and don’t allow the word “why?” to enter your consciousness. A
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5. Mystic River Directed by Clint Eastwood
There are a few things that keep Clint Eastwood’s new drama from taking the top spot. First off, the Tim Robins misdirection belongs in a movie that is more concerned with thrills than story (something like Eastwood’s last pop thriller Blood Work). Secondly, the explanation of why the killer did what he or she or they did was never adequately explored and does not hold up after a second viewing. Otherwise, this is a nearly flawless and entirely tragic crime odyssey where three men who have known each other since childhood meet many years later under the circumstances of a murdered child. The men are played by the great Kevin Bacon, the greater Tim Robbins and the greatest Sean Penn, and Penn’s portrait of a morally complex man tormented by sadness and revenge is unforgettable—he’ll get the Oscar no problem. Thinking back to the films I’ve seen, high mined drama didn’t get much better than Penn’s gut wrenching balcony sobbing scene were the friend that “may” have killed his daughter, Robbins, consoles the grieving father. While the formula may be a bit too Stephen King-ish for most, the sober minded/no-nonsense Clint makes Mystic River a crime film about so much more than the crime. There is a eerie sense of Greek tragedy as all the events of past and present interconnect into one inciting movie going experience. If it beats Return of the King for best picture I’ll not only understand but I’ll be happy be for it. A film like this was made to win awards.

6. House of Sand and Fog  Directed by Vadim Perelman
This film floored me. If I haven’t lost you already, listen up. Please forget about the pretentious title and daft trailers, give it the chance to floor you, too. House of Sand and Fog tells the multifaceted tale of a woman who is evicted from her house because of some chicken shit tax loophole only to find out that an Iranian family of émigrés have moved in and she can do nothing about it. Her home is lost, she is lost… yeah, I  know, this notion is analogous to not having a sense of being, etc, etc., but the heavy handedness works much better than the Kevin Kline film Life as a House in which a similar simile (he, he, sounds funny) was used. “She is a blind bird,” the ironclad homeowner says of its former “irresponsible” owner. Kingsley as that man plays the role with a deep respect for the cautious melodrama and this performance ranks up there as some of his best work to date. Here is an actor that has done a complete 180 from his dizzyingly over-the-top performance in 2001’s Sexy Beast  yet he still retains the same coiled up inner verve from that film. The hard-as-nails ex Iranian general could have been an all out villain (I’m thinking something like Michael Keaton from Pacific Heights) but is instead a complex man who does what he does out of necessity and duty. So, then, Kingsley and Connolly, as the scornful alcoholic whose house he’s “stolen,” clash ideologies in a film that takes a similar moral high ground as last year’s equally challenging Changing Lanes. Both films allow us to decide what’s right, what’s wrong and what’s unanswerable, while remaining on the sidelines. Directed with a time tested lyrical beauty, Vadim Perelman’s House of Sand and Fog is easy to stomach because of its emphasis on dramatic understatement over broad sentimentality. There’s no heroes, just a classy morality tale where our allegiance/disfavor/pity for the two different sides is tested in one scene after another.
This is most emotionally demanding film of the year. There’s nothing pretentious about it. This film feels.
A

7. Nowhere in Africa  Directed by Jill Spracher
Winner of last year’s best foreign film Oscar and released in America this year, Nowhere is the kind of film that you only need to see once. Once this haunting film gets in you, it’s a part of you. This film tells a story of a Jewish family escaping Nazi Germany and immigrating to Africa (while going native in the process); the complex depiction of the displaced cultural traditions of the African Diaspora bring us to an understanding of how different cultures relate to each other and how, during WWII, the ever-popular movie notion of survival could also apply to preserving ones personal and cultural identity.

8. Bad Santa  Directed by Terry Zwigoff
 To distil the essence of Bad Santa would not be as difficult. I’ll let the film’s embittered elf's observation of the eponymous character sum up the experience: “Your soul is shit. Every single fucking thing about is ugly."   

Yup, that about sums it up. If Kill Bill is full of unrelentingly gruesome action then Bad Santa must be its comedy equivalent. It’s unrelentingly mean. A dark comedy --pitch black, in fact—that, in the process of offending everyone on God’s puke green earth, is easily the funniest film I saw all year. Call me demented but I’d choose this raucous Christmas comedy over the tame Elf any day.

Though Zwigoff's twisted tale is certainly not for everyone, watch it and tell me you didn’t laugh at the scene where Billy Bob tells a hopeful young boy: “Wish in one hand, shit in another, and see which one fills up first.” A
Full Review

9. Master and Commander  Directed by Peter Weir
The Best B+ film of the year! Really, though, the film is a lot better than the arbitrary grade anyone could assign it. After enduring failed epics like Cold Mountain, I respect what this film is doing a lot more now. Master and Commander is a flat out amazing achievement. Amazing not only because of the visuals but the dynamic between the crafty 19th century British naval crew and their dreadful anticipation of a far off threat (ze powerful French warship) that lurks in the nearby waters like Jaws, except with a bigger superiority complex. Amazing also because stars Russell Crowe and Paul Bettany, playing shipmates and friends on the British frigate give heartfelt, subtle and generous performances in a big studio film where that was the last thing I expected. And, of course, amazing because Peter Weir has created the most expensive (and expansive) independent film I've ever seen.

10. Love Actually  Directed by Richard Curtis
“Love is everywhere. Love, actually, is all around.”

His name is “Prime Minister” and he’s a big time bachelor (one of the dozen significant characters doomed to fall in love) who also happens to be England’s new, well, just look at the bloke's name. Played by the one-note-and-loving-it Hugh Grant, our first glimpse of this charming Brit is on his first day on the job as England’s new leader. It may be no coincidence that during the opening credits, just when the words “Written and Directed by Richard Curtis” appear, the people on-screen start clapping for their new prime minister. Or are they really clapping for the film’s director? That’s more like it because, you see, this film is a celebration not really of “love” but of itself; or, rather, a celebration of films about love. Call it the Scream of love cliché stories, the Thin Red Line of epic rom-coms, the Robert Altman of romance movie ensembles. Plus all that…on Ecstasy.  So by the end, when a grandiose airport montage of lovers greeting each other played before a grinning movie audience in Los Angeles, it felt like I had seen all these distinct characters starring in their own movies. Which is amazing because this supercharged film gives the audience no breathing room; it has little in the way of narrative finesse and there are no wasted scenes. At its core it’s an unabashed, 200 proof bottle of pure cinematic love juice—ew. It also transcends feel-good territory to become the feel-great movie of the year. A-

11. Anything Else
 As I’ve said over and over to anyone who will listen to my inane rambling: Woody Allen is just about the best director working today. The fact that
Anything Else, his new romantic comedy (now on DVD), doesn’t crumble under the weight of his antiquated (but still appreciated by some) conventions is proof positive of Allen's creative endurance; the Woodman's directing style treads on intellectually esoteric territory and I much prefer this solipsistic approach to his slapstick comedy in films like Small Time Crooks or Curse of the Jade Scorpion. This gorgeous ode to Allen’s Manhattan days finds the director at a new and exciting point in his career. The plot about a nebbish writer (Jason Biggs channeling a younger Allen) who tries to appease his manic depressive girlfriend (Christina Ricci, much better here than in Monster) has been done before but under Allen’s tutelage (and a superbly energizing supporting role) the material seems like breath of fresh New York air--which isn't that fresh, but you get my point. Smart, funny and anything else I can think of, this film is a blissful account of an old master that isn’t done talking. 


12. Girl With A Pearl Earring
What a year these two are having! The second Colin Firth and Scarlett Johansson film to crack the top twenty. Slow, boring, and insufferable… sure it is, but I found this languid drama about a peasant girl and a famous painter to be a subtle masterpiece. One of the biggest surprises of the year but more than that, a great break from the disappointing (and noisy) lot of Hollywood winter films and sentimental dreck like Cold Mountain or In America. Since every shot has the composition of a gorgeous painting and since Scarlett has so much unspoken chemistry with her costar, who needs a conventionally linear plot? In this film it’s not about what’s being said but what’s not being said and how what is not being said is, um, not being said. It’s all subtext.


13. Open Range
Go ahead and dismiss it, but you'll be missing out on on the best western since Unforgiven. Kevin Costner’s high planes drama is intimate when it needs to be and epic the rest of the time. The best film of the summer didn’t need to dish out non-stop action but, instead, one solid action set piece (a shoot out that rivals the battle from Tombstone) where we --get this-- actually care about the characters that are about to be shot at.


14. Lost in La Mancha
Watch Terry Gilliam go mad (well, at least more mad) as he attempts to film The Man Who Killed Don Quixote and fails miserably. This precautious documentary chronicles how the doomed production (starring Johnny Depp and Jean Rochefort) founders as it encounters so much bad luck that the only word that can be used to describe the production is "cursed." From a near biblical flood to funding problems to Jean’s bad prostate, the film was just never meant to be.  But the disastrous production wasn’t a total loss because this film was born from the ashes of a trounced vision. In this enthralling and glorified making-of documentary, we see Gilliam as a determined mastermind. We also see that while he may be a brilliant director he  needs limitations imposed on his vast imagination. This doc’s willingness to be unflattering towards all parties involved is a testament to its total fucking coolness. Gilliam doesn’t much care how he looks, he just wants to get this baby made... and we're right there with him. A-


15. Winged Migration
Birds. Birds flying. That’s it. That’s great. Take a colorful cast of Aves, capture breathtaking images of flight, add the two together for this no nonsense, hardly narrated documentary from France and you will be treated to one of the most transcendent films of the year. I was given this DVD for Christmas and nowadays when I'm stressed, instead of yelling out “serenity now!!!” a la Frank Costanza, all I do now is turn my head, look at the purddey birds flying and go “ah” as my blood pressure plummets like a Northern Gannet. I’m now cool with the French again. A- 


16. Man on the Train
Speaking of being cool with the French. Few films this year contained the intellectual restraint of director Patrice Leconte’s Man on the Train, a film which could have been showy and pretentious or, well, French, but instead opted for quietly infectious drama. Leconte has made such films as The Widow of Saint-Pierre, Girl on the Bridge and Monsieur Hire and just about every new film of his lands with a bullet on my top twenty. The plot is simple and the pacing is briskly thrilling. Rochefort (who was in Lost in La Mancha) as an aging poetry teacher that wants to switch lives with a bad ass thief is brilliant in this quiet (and funny) meditation on life and the roles we play in it. As we see two different men in two widely different places in life living vicariously through each other, I realized that the third element to the equation was myself being totally lost in these character’s lives.   


17. Terminator 3
The most amazing thing about T3 –besides the exquisite sight of Arnold’s bare ass—is that it’s better than T2. I loved this film and not just because of the quality of action under Jonathan Mostow’s sturdy direction, but because I expected it to be a dud. Or at the very least just another summer of '03 movie. It wasn’t. It was the best movie-going experience I had all summer, in fact. To revive this precious franchise, the filmmakers needed to inject it a sense of humor and for those who didn’t see it or for those who misread it, know that the third Terminator film found that sense of humor. Yeah, it's a comedy; deal with it. So much so that the film in its current state is almost an all-out satire. If anything can make me forget that Arnold is my new republican Governator, it’s this polished piece of action/comic escapism. 


18. The Magdalene Sisters
Sexually repressed girls in Ireland find themselves in a Church prison run by demented nuns. Though it wasn't the soft-core sex romp I imagined going into it, The Magdalene Sisters is a jolting exposé. Geraldine McEwan as the vicious nun gives an unforgettably scaly   performance. But what may be more scary than the nuns is that the Catholic church actually allowed this to happen for years. So grim it's practically a horror film.


19. American Splendor
I'll admit that the film hasn’t done much to grow on me but my post-Splendor malaise should  not discount the film's daringness and originality. As biopics go, I've seen a lot worse. It could have been --gasp!!!-- straightforward. The film stars a superb Paul Giamatti as an iconoclastic and unconventional underground comic writer (are there any other kind?) who makes his mundane life the center of his comic’s world... but it's so much more than that. In telling a man's life story using the medium of film, the notion of blending elements of a documentary, of animation, and of a formalistic narrative makes for a captivating new experience that somehow makes perfect sense. No novel could ever do this.


20. X2: X-Men United
Because on that rare occasion when a superhero film is done right, it must me acknowledged.


Wild Card Pick: Rules of Attraction
An overwhelming amount of guilt compels me to mention a film that didn't even come out in '03. I must call attention to this scatological, college-set anthology of drugs, sex and malcontents because, besides being one of the best directed films of recent years, it is also one of the coolest. Roger Avery (yeah, the co-writer of Pulp Fiction) energizes every scene with an almost magical aura of filth. The most brilliant specimen of iconoclastic fiction since Fight Club. See it. NOW!!!
 


The worst of 2003 
XXX Passes the torch to Gigli

Worse than Sauron getting the ring, Ben Affleck’s career choices have not only hurt cinema as a whole but possibly the entire human civilization!!! The actor’s reign of terror began two years ago with the worst film of the decade, Pearl Harbor. He took a year off from torturing cinema patron’s dammed souls and resumed his unholy crusade of making crap films and making sure his orange toaster head was on the cover of every tabloid mag in the union. 2003 began when the now bronzed actor smote us with Daredevil. He followed that bout of comic book diarrhea with, oh nothing, just one of the worst films of all time: Gigli. But after this rampage, the beast’s hunger was still not quenched. The beast needed more. The beast needed to abuse audiences even more and did so by finishing us of with the radiant awfulness of a film called Paycheck. Affleck must be stopped.

1. Gigli

The worst film of the year. Just about the worst film ever made. Trash. Dreck. Defining the essence of awkward. Incompetent direction by Martin Tits, poorly written by who the fuck cares, and worst than the filmmaker: pathetically acted. Gigli is absolute trash, it’s awful, Ben Affleck is as likable as a flesh eating genital disease and Jennifer Lopez has no chemistry with the man she (was) supposed to marry in real life (the media circus they have created around their own oversaturated image makes the lack of chemistry ironic and amusing). Hum, I’m missing something… oh yeah, the film –if you could call it a film— is odious, rank, smelly and, um, stupid, stupid, stupid; so unreleaseable that it makes a case for tossing bad art (and, yes, if there can be such a thing, this IS the very definition of “bad art”) in a glowing red bonfire but now I’m think that wouldn’t be enough. We must cast all prints of it into the fiery depths of Mount Doom.

I didn’t pay for it when I snuck in, but I would pay hundreds just to lose the memory of seeing it. The Affleck reign of terror began this year with Daredevil and ended with Paycheck.

2. Matrix Revolutions

 Leprechaun 3? It was better. American Ninja 3? Again, better. What about if anyone was ever stupid enough to attempt a third Tomb Raider, a third Legally Blonde, or –gulp—a turd, I mean third Charlie’s Angels? Well then, in that case: they would be better, better and better. And I won’t even get into how good Lord of the Rings 3 and Terminator 3 look when placed along side the third and –let’s hope— final Matrix film. Here is a film that has no discernable reason for existing. It is an aborted abomination of cinematic nothingness. A forced idea.

While not technically the WORST film of the year, Matrix is certainly the most disappointing film of the year. And more than that, it is a shameful exhibition of writing, acting, direction, and... worst of all: our anticipation. False hype puts this Wachowski Brother Matrix monstrosity at the top of my hit list of malice.

3. Seabiscuit

Every year I see one of these. A film everybody loves. A film that gets a lot of Oscar coverage. A film I hate. As with the equally sketchy Pleasantville, director Gary Ross set out to make the artificial feel good film of the season and he did just that. The director’s love of himself is only matched by the film’s sappy worshiping of its own subject matter and the drama is inflated to the point of period movie nausea--we’re to believe that this horse practically won WWII for the allies yet the beast couldn’t even get me to crack a smile.

What’s up with Luke Wilson? How could this actor be in possibly the three most unlikable films of the year and still be, well, likable?

Charlie’s Angels 2 is so lame that it couldn’t even attain the status of memorably bad. Rest assured that it’s just as awful as the first Charlie’s Angels, but how much more energy must I project on this creatively bankrupt series? I hate the gravity-free, faux-feminist narrative, I hate the director, I hate everything about this series, in fact, but it just hit me: The film, like the three mind numbingly annoying lead actresses playing the “angels,” feeds off our attention (be it good or bad) and so I figure that the best thing to do is ignore these things in hopes that they’ll go away.

The second Wilson flop of the summer was Legally Blonde 2, and the good news is that it’s better than the first Legally Blonde… but, really, who cares, it’s still awful. In this film Reece Witherspoon gives the three angels, the Mona Lisa Smile gals and the two uptown girls a run for their money as the most annoying female on-screen presence of the year.

Alex And Emma (D-) is flat out romance-film pap. Pure garbage. More implausible than the president’s State of the Union address. This film completes the Luke Wilson anomaly… pair the guy up with the irksome Cameron Diaz, pair him up with the shrill Reece Witherspoon and pair his sorry as up with a no-talent like Kate Hudson and, like a really good Teflon toilet bowl, the shit just won’t stick.

Bravo Luke, you have starred in… Charlie’s Angels, Legally Blonde, Soul Survivors, Alex and Emma, Charlie’s Angels 2 and Legally Blonde 2 …and after these six F-D- films, you still haven’t pissed me off as one Gigli.

5. Hulk

Sometimes a director can be too good for the material. In this film’s case the studio should have aimed lower. I mean… it’s a story about the Hulk. Guy gets angry, guy smashes things, guy fights a super-villain. That’s all we need but this film couldn’t even do that right. It just had to aim a little higher and as it a result it fell much lower and as such, is being judged that much harder. Ang lee wanted to make a psychologically taut superhero film. When action meets theatrical pathos, you got the same formula as Crouching Tiger. Great idea. So why did Lee have to remind us, every step of the way, that this was a superhero film? It’s kind of hard to lose oneself in the drama if you’re looking at a constantly changing screen with comic book inspired split screen upon split screen images. Even so, a lot could have been excused if only the effects were passably convincing… they weren’t. The CGI creation of this green glob of muscley crap doesn’t cut it. And all I’m going to say is… mutant poodles???!!!

6. Whale Rider

My dislike of this film may be fostered by everyone else’s love for it. Sure it’s sincere but it’s also linear to a fault and painfully contrived. Every moment in the film seems preplanned. Every sentimental gesture seems formulated for maximum hankieage and the ending could have saved the film but… who am I kidding, nothing could have saved Whale Rider from the shackles of sentimental conventions. This film, along with Limp Seabzcuit, may be the most overrated, criticly lauded films of the year. Watch em’ back-to-back and cringe so hard you’ll end up looking like Renée Zellweger after a shot of Yager.

7. Cold Mountain

Would you look at that… another lame Oscar contender made the list. Anthony Minghella’s Civil War epic is many things, but compelling is not one of them. This is, however, a tepid project built on the love of two characters whom I felt never A) loved each other, B) belonged together and C) belonged in the same room let alone movie with each other. Nicole Kidman and Jude Law are the star-cursed lovers who are kept apart by war yet held together by love… yeah, yeah, yeah, but one little caveat the ads won’t tell you is that the biggest force that keeps these two apart is not war or distance but they’re utter lack of personality. Picture how much worse Titanic would have been if Jack and Rose only meet once and even then, never really seemed to care about each other?

Also, Cold Mountain is a C I V I L  W A R film that neglects to even allude to W H Y the war even exists. There are ZERO black characters and only fleeting glimpses/references of those people called, um, what’s the name, oh yeah… slaves! Blah! This is a romanticized South that’s just as blind to reality as Gone With the Wind was. The end result is a poorly conceived historical film that, unlike Gone With the Wind, can’t even fall back on the chemistry of the romantic leads to regain our sympathies. Insufferable is probably the best word I could come up with.

8. The Fighting Temptations

A film so bad that, being a pseudo film theorist, the only thing that grabbed my attention in this ugly production is understanding WHY it ever got made and HOW it ever got released. On the topic of Temptations badness, the only subject I cared to consider is when it would end, when I would have my life back and be away from this prefabricated feel-good wreck of a movie. Apathy seems to be far less fun than utter distain and impassioned hatred so what does it mean if I felt both while watching this film?

This film has taken every bad eighties cliché and transmogrified it into this maxi pad thin story under the guise that it’s about gospel music. Cuba Gooding Jr. plays a character that goes from cold, urban city socialite status to a transformed man who has found god (a.k.a Beyonce who can’t act to save her ass) and can never go back to his soulless old ways because as he says: NY doesn’t make good, ouch, “fried chicken.” The implication is that Cuba is an uncle tom for turning his back on the sough and is a man that --how dare he-- would prefer to make money than live in a place where creationism is blasphemy. In the film Cuba gladly sells, ug, molt licker to “bumpkin” blacks, gets fired, goes back home for a funeral, learns he can make money off his Aunt’s inheritance but only if he, wha, takes the lowly gospel choir to the big competition (it was even old when Sister Act did it) and along the way, meets a hot yang thang and gets converted by the charming ways of south… I’m supposed to, what, appreciate a character that goes form unlikable opportunist to a lobotomized “fried chicken” eating twit? But here’s the thing. Being insensitive, the outright racial stereotypes (black single mother, fried chicken jokes, and white hicks) didn’t bother me much. The film’s quality did. D-

9. The Cooler

One of the most tacky, humorless, and misconceived films of the year. Is it realism, is it magical, is it magical realism? No… it’s crap! William H Macy plays --get this—a cosmically cursed slob who is so unlucky that an old school casino owner (Alec Baldwin… the only good thing about the movie) hires him to “cool” gambling patrons that are winning too much money. Huh? Am I missing something? Even if I am, though, that premise, odd as it sounds, would be serviceable except we never are allowed to see this unlucky character at his worst. A film that could have worked but, no, the film is 100% serious and as such fails to go for Pure Luck-esq bouts of slapstick (which is the only thing it should be doing). Once this Cooler guy meets the perfunctory hooker with the heart of gold (Maria Bello) he turns into to the “luckiest” guy in the world, gets the casino mob boss angry because everybody starts winning, which prompts his loser son to come into town with that bad actress chick from Planet of the Apes…I’ll spare you the rest except to say the film mercilessly takes it’s audience into a strangely detached romantic melodrama that MAKES NO SENSE and is in no way as “enchanting” or “magical” as it thinks it is.

I’m not sure if the film is a parable for the new corporate Las Vegas or an elaborate advertisement for astrology. D-

And finally… my new rule: From henceforth, any film that shows William H Macy’s nut-sack is bound by law to be called one of the worst films of the year.

10. From Justin to Kelly

Why did I watch this film? Because I was forced to? Why? For it’s historical significance? What historical significance? That "American Idol" is a bafflingly popular, no better than karaoke show that, besides “inspiring” countless inept records (fuck you Clay!!!), spawned this abhorredly creepy musical? So why even attempt to base a fictional, beach blanket musical on these two inhuman/ soulless/robotic singers? Because someone, somewhere out there thought this film would make money. The film does at least reaches a Glitter-esq status of appallingly bad musical entertainment. So bad it’s funny. Don’t believe me. Okay then… you asked for it. I’m going to quote the fucker:

--“We are going to go to the best parties and meet the hottest guys. Uh-huh!!!”

--“My idea of having a good time is hanging out with Kelly.”

--“I guess betting on hover cars is not legal?” Cop shakes her head. HA, HA, HA. That’s gold Jerry, gold.

--“And you accuse me of being a playa. Well you the one playing games with me Kelly. You know what? Game over.” Pathos, pathos piss heads.

The only thing this film proves is that there’s going to be one hell of a thrilling awards ceremony this year… at the Razzies. Will it be Gigli, Hulk, Matrix or this film? F

10.2 Monster

No words required. Just this screen-cap.

 

10.3   XXX

Because last year’s Dim Wiesel movie is just too god damned bad to call one of the worst films of the year just once.


  • Mona Lisa Smile Except when she’s watches a film this utterly lame. Then Mona Lisa Frowns.

  • The Core The film and the actors seemed to know how bad it is and that may be part of the problem. Sure The Core could have been worse. It could have been directed by Michael Bay. It could have even taken itself seriously. It could have been –yikes!— as long as Pirates of the Caribbean. Hell, it could have been popular and made lots of money. But it was none of those things and I am at least grateful that this film –too feeble to hate outright—is already slipping from my memory—something about smoldering geologists taking a drill to the center of the earth to set off a… nuke… um, pigeons die because the magnetic pull of the earth’s core, um… hey, Aaron Eckhart has some amazing butt chin doesn’t he? The next showing of The Core will be playing at the bottom of the bargain bin at a Best Buy near you!!!

  • Uptown Girls Next to Drew Barrymore, Dakota Fanning may be my least favorite performers working today. But this film makes a case for Brittany Murphy being even more annoying. Pair the two together and you’ve got the film equivalent to mace. Except I’d opt for some mace in the face over the memory of this trashy comedy because at least the mace wears off after a few hours. 

  • Anger Management A great first half is followed by one of the worst third acts in comedy history. It’s hard to watch a film go from funny to slightly funny to the epitome of a comic graveyard full of lame contrivances and cheap jokes, but this film does all that with time to spare—the last three minutes are beyond description. Anger Management should have been the film that lets us know that Adam Sandler has a future ahead of him as someone critics like me (assuming, for a moment that I am one) might respect after his laudable best actor turn (according to this site) from last year’s Punch Drunk Love, but this follow-up effort ended up being, well, it ended up being just another dumpy Adam Sandler film. I knew this would happen. 

  • Bruce Almighty Criminally unfunny and criminally overconfident, Bruce is one long let’s-praise-the-zany-talents-of-Jim-Carrey-now-that-he’s-failed-and-gone-back-to-doing-comedies masturbation session.

  • The Good Thief The Bad Movie.

  • Underworld Instead of trying to be all clever with a put-down, I’ll just copy and paste the synopsis: Selene, a beautiful vampire warrior, is entrenched in a war between the vampire and werewolf races. Although she is aligned with the vampires, she falls in love with Michael, a werewolf who longs for the war to end. Then I’ll just add that the movie’s worse than it sounds.

And one more thing on the way down...
 

Elf It’s not that the film’s thaaaaaat bad. It’s just that it went from being a funny movie in the first half to a humorless Christmas cartoon in the last half.

 

Matchstick Men It goes from fascinating to conventional so everything I said about Elf could be applied to this film. Um, except the Christmas stuff.

 

Sure there were worse films released last year. But unlike Bad Boys 2, none of them were directed by Michael Bay.

 

Fin


Thanks to all three of you who sent in your top tens.
 
This has been Greg, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off...