My Year in Movies, Part I

Every year filmy peoples from all over the world get to do their top ten movies of the year. Sadly, I’m an inveterate slacker and can't work up the energy to go see a movie. So I don't have a list of my favorite movies from 2014. I don’t think I’ve even seen ten 2014 releases yet. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching something. So here’s the first part of my list of favorite movies I saw for the first time this year.

Dead Man

Jim Jarmusch is the quintessential face of the American art house cinema: cosmopolitan, cool, ironically detached, multifarious, a white dude who loves non-white dude stuff. But only he could have made Dead Man, a hypnotic death dream that’s equal parts acid trip and revisionist Western. If nothing else it’s worth it just to hear Chris Farmer say “stupid fucking white man”. 

Stranger by the Lake

Sure, the other LGBT movie came out of Cannes with a Palm D’Or but for my money this twisty little noodle was far better. A wonderful concoction that takes the easy sunkissed settings of Eric Rohmer and mixes it with the sly undulations of a slasher movie’s sexdeath obsession. Also, fun looking (if occasionally nerve-wracking) gay sex for once!

Wake in Fright

The Outback has got to be the scariest desert ever. The Sahara has its deceptive bulks of sand and the Gobi looks a flat and dreary tundra, but God if the Outback doesn’t seem like a sun scorched death blasted hell slab. So who in the world wants to live there? Meet the cheery folks of the Yabba who drink, gamble, screw and hunt with animalistic abandon. And they might still be better than namby pamby assholes with something to prove about their masculinity.

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

You know who makes really good movies that seem like they’re for kids but are actually for adults? The Czechs. I know, right? Who would’ve guessed. But between this and Jan Svankmajer’s Alice I’ve got to say that they really have the “fragile but beautiful, creepy and somewhat sexual fairy tale fantasy” stuff locked down. It’s a gorgeous movie with the best kind of surrealist dream logic and I would love it if for nothing but the astonishing set design.

American Mary

I’m not sure this movie has the best grasp on what it’s trying to say but damn if it doesn’t have a wonderfully good time saying it. After a terrible tragedy aspiring surgeon Mary Mason decides to use her skills to help the underground body modification community. But will she be pushed a little too far until bodies get modded without prior consent? Of course! Why would you be watching this otherwise?

Rushmore

The best superhero movie since the original Superman. Full review here (heavy spoilers).

White Material

I don’t get Claire Denis’s movies. They are strange and elliptical and they float from idea to idea and scene to scene like a free association poem. But boy do I love them. This one especially. It’s almost a collage of concepts – strong willed white woman, colonialism in Africa, power dynamics in post-colonial states, the ownership of black and white bodies, loyalty, cruelty, pain. But it has an incredible rush to it - a complex coursing heart that pulls together all the disparate artsy elements into a visceral gut-punch of an experience. Just magnificent.

The Revenge of Frankenstein

I am incredibly proud to present Messrs. Sangster and Fisher, the greatest writer-director team in horror cinema. The Hammer Horror hellraisers managed to revitalize the genre with a magnificent shot in the arm of intelligent and well-acted Gothic horror. With Peter Cushing as the magnificently douche-y Herr Frankenstein, the crew managed to pop out a number of canonical entries. My favorite, however, might be this one which finds the good doctor in an unusually likable mood. Sure, he’s still slicing up bodies and playing a cerebral game of musical chairs, but this time it’s in the service of his deformed assistant getting to live life in a beautiful new body. It’s unusually moving stuff and it works like gangbusters. And I will never, ever forget the delicate prissiness with which Peter Cushing handles a rose.

Ravenous

To those of you who don’t like this cannibal comedy thriller which starts by flipping off Nietzsche, that’s too bad. But for the rest of us (there are dozens!) this is one of those cult classics that make you consider how well a dark hooded robe would go with your ensemble and whether you can make room for unspeakable sacrificial rites after Sunday brunch. Believe.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

I really want to see the play but I'll make do with Richard Dreyfuss, Tim Roth and Gary Oldman.

On the next exciting episode of Cinecdoche: More movies I liked and stuff!