Every year I try to compile a list of my favorite flicks and I inevitably fail to do so. Not this year. Maybe I'm two months late, but better late than never, right? I hesitate to call this list a "Best Of," mainly because I'm weary of those kinds of lists. So I'm gonna call it a "favorites" list. Also, I’m going to make silly comments so as to make me seem and unknowledgeable about film as humanly possible. So when I say something stupid, it’s because otherwise I’d write a ten page paper on how Javier Bardem’s hair in No Country For Old Men represents the corruption of the American dream.
So here we go! My 10 favorite films of 2007!
10. The Darjeeling Limited -- I heart Wes Anderson. And Jason Schwartzman. And Adrien Brody. And Owen Wilson. I heart them all. ALL!
9. No Country For Old Men – Would have placed a lot higher if it wasn’t a virtual scene-by-scene recreation of Cormac McCarthy’s novel.
8. The Simpsons Movie -- Would I be a true Simpsons nerd if this movie didn't make the list? The answer is no. So it's on the list. Get over it.
7. Zodiac – I fucking love David Fincher. And Mark Ruffalo deserved an Oscar nomination for this, even if he would be one of the poor souls destined to lose to Daniel Day Lewis.
6. There Will Be Blood – Just my opinion, but Paul Thomas Anderson got fucked at the Oscars. This wasn't in my top five, partly because it's so damn depressing. And also because Hot Fuzz kicks so much ass.
5. Hot Fuzz – I have watched this movie more than any other movie than came out last year. It cracks me up. It makes me feel very, very happy. There have been a handful of times in the last six months that I’ve been horribly down on myself, and I’ve popped in Hot Fuzz and for two hours I’ve been a-okay. What else can you ask for? I mean, other than a sequel....
4. Pan's Labyrinth -- Terrific film. Simply put, a terrific film. Guillermo del Toro might be one of my favorite filmmakers of all-time. It's only #4 because sorting out these last three films were hardcore tough to pick. Oh, and because Ellen Page isn't in it. PS: This technically isn't a "2007" film. Sue me. I saw it in 2007, so it's a 2007 film. Got it, dollface?
3. The Host – Okay, so it didn’t technically come out in 2007. But The Host is not only a terrific action/adventure/monster movie, but an awe-inspiring look at the family dynamic set against a thinly veiled commentary on American Imperialism. Sea monsters. Explosions. Attack on the evils of imperialism. What’s not to like?
2. Juno – I’m going to marry Ellen Page. She doesn’t know this yet, but she’s stuck with me. Oh, and Jason Reitman is gonna win a few Oscars before all is said and done. But seriously, folks. Much like Hot Fuzz, Juno has been a film that has this incredible ability to lift me from my “black moods” (as my dad calls them). When you hear us nerds talking about art deeply affecting someone, that’s what we’re talking about.
1. Sunshine – Didn’t see this one comin, did ya? No. Neither did I. But I before I knew it Sunshine was in my top three. So there ya go. This comes from director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland, the two wonderful lads who brought us 28 Days Later. It’s a visually stunning film. Boyle doesn’t let you down when he’s showing you what it would look like to be within a dozen miles of the sun. It’s...it’s just incredible.
Some folks have a problem with the third act. I've read that it's too much like a slasher film in it's execution and that the film suffers as a result. I disagree. Without giving anything away, I can just say that the final thirty minutes is completely freaky and I'm glad there was sunlight outside my window. Had I watched this at night, I might have wet my pants.
It's my opinion that Sunshine was the best film of 2007. You heard right. The best. It was my favorite. And I think it was the best film of the year.
What about the rest of ya? Agree? Disagree? Don't care? Hmmmmmm....
February 28, 2008
February 27, 2008
February 26, 2008
Well, shit!
I used to be able to pick Oscar winners with the accuracy of Lindsay Lohan tracking down cocks to suck dry. Well apparently I can't pick Oscar winners anymore, but at least Miss Lindsay can still find plenty of cocks to suck. I think we can all take solace in that.
In other news: I'll be back when I'm drunk.
In other news: I'll be back when I'm drunk.
February 20, 2008
2008 OSCAR PREDICTIONS
I'm suffering from a bit of hyperactive imagination right now, so to calm myself down I think I'm gonna go ahead and reveal my Oscar picks. There's a method to my madness, so when it tickles my nerdy fancy I'll say why I think a certain someone's gonna win. Enjoy!
BEST PICTURE: There Will Be Blood
BEST DIRECTOR: Paul Thomas Anderson, There Will Be Blood
BEST ACTOR: Daniel Day Lewis, There Will Be Blood
(PT Anderson has never won an Academy Award and this movie is a freaking masterpiece in my opinion. No Country for Old Men is getting a lot of praise, I just think it's one of those years where one movie really hits the spot.)
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men
BEST ACTRESS: Ellen Page, Juno
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Ruby Dee, American Gangster
(I think Ellen Page is gonna pull out an upset here (although Laura Linney deserves mad props)and I'm fine with that as I will be marrying Ms. Page in the near future. None of you a-holes will be invited, by the way. Also, I think as awesome as Hoffman was in Charlie Wilson's War, Bardem will get the nod since Hoffman's already won an Oscar.)
BEST PICTURE: There Will Be Blood
BEST DIRECTOR: Paul Thomas Anderson, There Will Be Blood
BEST ACTOR: Daniel Day Lewis, There Will Be Blood
(PT Anderson has never won an Academy Award and this movie is a freaking masterpiece in my opinion. No Country for Old Men is getting a lot of praise, I just think it's one of those years where one movie really hits the spot.)
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men
BEST ACTRESS: Ellen Page, Juno
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Ruby Dee, American Gangster
(I think Ellen Page is gonna pull out an upset here (although Laura Linney deserves mad props)and I'm fine with that as I will be marrying Ms. Page in the near future. None of you a-holes will be invited, by the way. Also, I think as awesome as Hoffman was in Charlie Wilson's War, Bardem will get the nod since Hoffman's already won an Oscar.)
(Another note: I will also be marrying Ruby Dee.)
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Roger Deakins, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
(Deakins has worked on most of the Coen Bros. movies, and he's nominated for his work on No Country for Old Men this year as well. I think he'll win for Assassination...just to spread the wealth.)
BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY: Atonement, Christopher Hampton
BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY: Tamara Jenkins, The Savages
All that being said...I'm probably wrong. About everything.
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Roger Deakins, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
(Deakins has worked on most of the Coen Bros. movies, and he's nominated for his work on No Country for Old Men this year as well. I think he'll win for Assassination...just to spread the wealth.)
BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY: Atonement, Christopher Hampton
BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY: Tamara Jenkins, The Savages
All that being said...I'm probably wrong. About everything.
February 19, 2008
the home team.
There's this book called Love in the Time of Cholera. Very popular book. I love this book. I used to take certain aspects of this book and say, "Now that's what true love is." Now I remember this book and think, "If that's true love, I don't know if I've got it in me to wait."
I don't think people understand what it's like to know true love exists, but that it's not meant for everyone. And then I say, "I'm one of those people. True love is out there, just not for me." They scoff, roll their eyes. They tell me I'm just being stupid.
But I'm not. I'm not being stupid. The good girls, they always go for the bad guys that make like they're good guys. Here's a tip: If he says "I'm a nice guy" then he's not a nice guy. Nice guys? They don't have to say it. But the joke's on me, because it never mattered.
(Someone remind me to finish the story titled "twelve/twenty-one.")
I've been told that my prior post caused hearts to drop into stomachs. Well, that's not my fault. Sounds like a problem with your ticker, not mine. Which brings me to my introduction.
When I say I don't have a problem with my ticker I am lying. This is a conscious lie. I have premature ventricular contractions. My doctor says it's nothing to worry about. I had an echocardiogram on Valentine's Day and the tech said my heart looked normal. Two things are of importance here:
1) The irony that I spent all of Valentine's Day worrying if I had a disease that could conceivably cause my heart to cease beating did not escape me.
2) When I started getting information on cardiologists to get a second opinion, I kinda wondered if I wanted my heart to be completely fucked. Because to be honest sometimes I get really tired of fucking around with life.
So back to the echocardiogram. I didn't tell many people because I didn't want people to worry. Granted, I'm starting to think some people just don't give a damn. So I think maybe I should start telling people I'm going to die. It's a win-win situation for me at that point. Either people are sad and give me lots of sex and money...or I die.
Win.
Win.
Root for the home team.
I don't think people understand what it's like to know true love exists, but that it's not meant for everyone. And then I say, "I'm one of those people. True love is out there, just not for me." They scoff, roll their eyes. They tell me I'm just being stupid.
But I'm not. I'm not being stupid. The good girls, they always go for the bad guys that make like they're good guys. Here's a tip: If he says "I'm a nice guy" then he's not a nice guy. Nice guys? They don't have to say it. But the joke's on me, because it never mattered.
(Someone remind me to finish the story titled "twelve/twenty-one.")
I've been told that my prior post caused hearts to drop into stomachs. Well, that's not my fault. Sounds like a problem with your ticker, not mine. Which brings me to my introduction.
When I say I don't have a problem with my ticker I am lying. This is a conscious lie. I have premature ventricular contractions. My doctor says it's nothing to worry about. I had an echocardiogram on Valentine's Day and the tech said my heart looked normal. Two things are of importance here:
1) The irony that I spent all of Valentine's Day worrying if I had a disease that could conceivably cause my heart to cease beating did not escape me.
2) When I started getting information on cardiologists to get a second opinion, I kinda wondered if I wanted my heart to be completely fucked. Because to be honest sometimes I get really tired of fucking around with life.
So back to the echocardiogram. I didn't tell many people because I didn't want people to worry. Granted, I'm starting to think some people just don't give a damn. So I think maybe I should start telling people I'm going to die. It's a win-win situation for me at that point. Either people are sad and give me lots of sex and money...or I die.
Win.
Win.
Root for the home team.
this is stupid.
Pardon the following, but I must be "edgy" so as to appeal to the youth of America.
This is a blog. I will try to update it three times a week at least. I will talk about things that I am interested in, which means most people will find this blog pointless. Such is life.
Here: I will divulge my innermost secrets.
Here: I will pontificate on a variety of subjects. No one will read this, so I'm basically talking to myself. You'd think this would deter me. After all, who would spend their free time publishing writings no one will ever read?
Sometimes, when I'm driving alone, I think about swerving off the road and plowing my car into a row of trees. I would go for just one tree, but I think if you're going to kill yourself you might as well do a decent job of it.
I'm sorry. That was a whopping pair of sufficiently depressing thoughts. So I will follow up with this pair of pleasant thoughts: Kittens playing with pink ribbons. Puppies swimming.
I will try not to volley depressing blog posts back and forth to myself, but considering I drink NyQuil for sport and drink Jameson like it's NyQuil, I won't make any promises.
This is stupid.
This is a blog. I will try to update it three times a week at least. I will talk about things that I am interested in, which means most people will find this blog pointless. Such is life.
Here: I will divulge my innermost secrets.
Here: I will pontificate on a variety of subjects. No one will read this, so I'm basically talking to myself. You'd think this would deter me. After all, who would spend their free time publishing writings no one will ever read?
Sometimes, when I'm driving alone, I think about swerving off the road and plowing my car into a row of trees. I would go for just one tree, but I think if you're going to kill yourself you might as well do a decent job of it.
I'm sorry. That was a whopping pair of sufficiently depressing thoughts. So I will follow up with this pair of pleasant thoughts: Kittens playing with pink ribbons. Puppies swimming.
I will try not to volley depressing blog posts back and forth to myself, but considering I drink NyQuil for sport and drink Jameson like it's NyQuil, I won't make any promises.
This is stupid.
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