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#1 Elemeno P.T.

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 02:30 PM

It seems that for at least the past few years, you won't find a year-end movie review that doesn't bemoan the idea that it's been a terrible year for the motion picture. Perhaps this view is influenced by the fact that there has been a steady decline in box office receipts...or maybe it's just that with resources like Netflix it's easier than ever to find and watch movies in the comfort of home, thus decreasing the likelihood that late-year Oscar worthy releases are seen by a large audience in their original theatrical run.

A closer look by the discriminating fan suggests that there remains, as much as ever, an abundance of jaw-droppingly creative (Sin City, Kung Fu Hustle), thought-provoking (Capote, Brokeback Mountain), and wildly entertaining (King Kong, War of the Worlds) films in 2005. And that's just the mainstream fare. 05 might be remembered as the year of the Documentary with the filmmakers of Enron- The Smartest Guys in the Room, Murderball, Grizzly Man, Born Into Brothels and March of the Penguins (among many others) all challenging Michael Moore and Erroll Morris' supreme place in the genre. A look overseas reveals that Hollywood might not be the best first stop in your movie search. A click on the Foreign prompt unearths some absolute gems in 05, from the Danish Brothers to the Japanese Nobody Knows and the Korean Oldboy.

What makes the SOMB a cool resource is that you will find at least one person who loves each of these diverse films...and, better yet, can explain why. So pull back the curtain...or patiently wait for my lazy (but really busy...honestly ;) ) ass to post (at, of course, a much slower rate than the Good Doctor) these, the SOMB TOP 40 Films of 2005.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 02:33 PM

First, is it too late to vote
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 02:44 PM

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 02:45 PM

First, is it too late to vote

Yeah, I don't do this for etc polls.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 02:52 PM

Yeah, I don't do this for etc polls.


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Posted 01 February 2006 - 03:10 PM

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 03:49 PM

"Damaged young boy turns into damaged and embittered adult who seeks refuge in a fantasy land influenced by school books, children's literature, and some classics..."

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40. In the Realms of the Unreal

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0390123/


From John McMurtrie of The San Francisco Chronicle:

Only three photos of Henry Darger are known to exist. They show a small, mustachioed man, his shoulders hunched, a timid, wary look in his eyes. When the retired janitor, who lived alone in the same rented room for decades, died in 1973, his neighbors discovered something far more revealing about the recluse than the simple black-and-white snapshots: They found journals, an autobiography, a few hundred watercolors he had painted and, most staggering, a 15,000-page, typed, single-spaced novel.
The mystery of who Darger was and what his art is about is at the center of Jessica Yu's absorbing and exquisite documentary, "In the Realms of the Unreal," which takes its title from Darger's novel. The film is a thoughtful and inspired exploration of the man's life and leaves the viewer with a sense of wonder about the lives of countless people with unknown talents that deserve recognition.

Darger's childhood was one of hardship. Born in 1892, he was expelled from a Catholic orphanage for being undisciplined, then was taken to the Illinois Asylum for Feeble-Minded Children. After several years of abuse, he ran away from the asylum, walking the 175 miles from Decatur, Ill., to Chicago. At 17, he got a job as a janitor at a Catholic hospital. It's at this point that he began working on his life's opus, "In the Realms of the Unreal."

"The Realms" is a fantastical epic about the child-slave rebellion of seven Vivian sisters against the godless Glandelinian army. Because Darger had never had formal art training , he clipped photos and artwork from magazines, newspapers and comic books to illustrate his story. He taught himself to copy images, pasting his collage drawings into old phone books. For his narrative, he borrowed story lines from "The Wizard of Oz" and "Uncle Tom's Cabin," among other works.

Darger's crowded, colorful artwork, including some paintings that are 10 feet long, is alternately childlike and disturbing. Fanciful flying creatures provoke smiles, as do the names of Darger's characters, such as Gen. Pighead Boomer (with the evil army) and Gen. Gingersnap (with the Christian brigade).

Other paintings, by contrast, are horrific, showing children being slaughtered in numerous ways. Darger's mother died when giving birth to his younger sister, who was put up for adoption; clearly, he was wrestling with these awful truths in his work, acting as both a protector and punisher. (It also pained Darger -- and caused him to doubt his devout Catholic faith -- that the church denied him the right to adopt any children.)

Through highly creative but respectful animation, Yu brings Darger's artwork alive, with battle sounds and voice-overs fleshing out the scenes. The cut-out, cartoonish characters occasionally make whimsical appearances in old footage of Chicago, giving the documentary a liveliness and originality that many nonfiction films sorely lack (then again, the high production values in this gorgeous film, also beautifully shot, do not come cheaply).

The choice of the child actress Dakota Fanning ("I Am Sam") as the film's narrator is brilliant; her voice is youthful and innocent, yet the material she's reading is mature beyond her years, giving her a precociousness that matches Darger's young, rebellious heroines. Equally strong is the actor Larry Pine, who infuses Darger's voice with weariness and bitterness. The score, composed by Jeff Beal, is appropriately haunting and lilting.

To her credit, Yu makes only limited use of traditional talking heads -- people who speculate as to whether Darger was mentally ill and whether he in fact liked children. For the most part, though, she lets Darger and his art do the talking. And that, alone, is plenty to captivate an audience.

Metacritic Rating- 74

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:10 PM

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39. Howl's Moving Castle

From the 4-star review by Michael Wilmington of The Chicago Tribune:

Hayao Miyazaki's "Howl's Moving Castle" is a great animated feature—and one made, obviously, as much for older audiences as very young ones. But this wondrous movie probably shouldn't be put in age brackets at all. It's perfect for anyone with a youthful heart and a rich imagination.

Though highly reminiscent of Japan's whimsical genius' last two films, 1997's "Princess Mononoke" and 2001's "Spirited Away," it's even more densely virtuosic. This new film transports us to a land of British wizards, witches and radiant countryside, with more wit and artistry, feeling and warmth than the entire Harry Potter movie series. At its best, "Howl" suggests "Alice in Wonderland" crossed with both "The Wizard of Oz" and Kurosawa's "The Hidden Fortress"—a tale of a plucky little girl who enters a world of wonders, realized with such an astonishing mix of humor, imagination and visual grandeur that a lot of it takes your breath away.

The film is adapted from Diana Wynne Jones' 2000 novel about a teenage girl, Sophie (voiced by Emily Mortimer), who works in her late father's hat shop in a British port town that vaguely resembles the French region Alsace. The movie begins with a deceptively languorous air, as if it were a cartoon version of Jane Austen. The city is idyllic, the ocean picturesque and young Sophie falls in love with a handsome wizard, Howl (Christian Bale), who rescues her from boorish local troopers.

But when Howl swoops Sophie into the air and above the clouds and when we later encounter a mysterious door that opens into four kingdoms, the magic begins to kick in—and Miyazaki conveys it with such joy and ease that we're swept right into his new world. Soon, danger enters poor Sophie's previously mundane life and she's bewitched and turned into an elderly woman (voiced by Jean Simmons) by the vindictive, over-dressed and weight-challenged Witch of the Waste (Lauren Bacall). Against the frenzied turmoil of an ongoing air war—in which the King of Sophie's unnamed (but obviously British) country is trying to recruit all British magic-makers, including the reluctant Howl—the now-wizened Sophie flees to the country in search of youth or rescue.

What she does find is Howl's moving castle, an amazing contraption that is an intricate, bulging domicile on crane-like legs that wanders the countryside like a Victorian version of one of the war machines in "The Empire Strikes Back."

With old Sophie inside the castle are Turnip, a mute but endlessly helpful scarecrow, and Howl's crew: the resourceful boy Markl (Josh Hutcherson) and the smart-aleck talking fire, Calcifer (voiced by Billy Crystal, playing the role he was born to play, with fiery wit). Pursuing them are the forces of the Witch of the Waste and the malicious minions of the king's honey-tongued minister, Madame Suliman (Blythe Danner).

"Howl's Moving Castle" is a pacifist/feminist war story. Miyazaki presents the war as a cruel joke, manipulated opportunists who don't give a damn about the orphans caught up in their storm. But Miyazaki also indulges all our appetites for fantasy adventure and action pyrotechnics and, in centering the story on Sophie, a young girl trapped in the body of an old woman, he makes a telling comment on the ways youth and age unite in a healthy personality.

When Sophie becomes old, her personality changes; no longer a sexual object (or target), she's now salty, candid, clear-thinking, generous, direct and wise—and it's implied that when she becomes young again, those traits will serve her well. The English language version of "Howl" has been beautifully dubbed; perhaps the prize casting is Jean Simmons as the old Sophie. The one-time teenaged British beauty of 1949's "The Blue Lagoon" and 1946's "Great Expectations" brings out both youth and age in her role and makes them cozily interact.

"Howl's Moving Castle," a masterwork on many levels, confirms that Miyazaki is one of the most brilliant practitioners of the cartoon feature form ever. He's a cartoon artist who combines the great, hilarious popular touch of a Chuck Jones or an early Walt Disney with the penetrating imagination of avant-gardists such as Czechoslovakia's Jiri Trnka ("The Hand") and Jan Svankmajer ("Jabberwocky" and "Alice"). Miyazaki, who both wrote and directed "Howl," is, at 62, in his prime right now with his talents on full display here: his gift for creating beguiling characters and placing them with eerie believability against fanciful, spectacular fantasy backdrops.

"Howl" is a fascinating cultural hybrid. The early 20th Century villages and radiant landscapes Miyazaki and his crew create suggest classic book illustrations by artists like Tenniel, Cruikshank or E.H. Shepard, while summoning up a Britain embroiled in a fairy-tale World War I of zeppelins and airships. That storybook quality makes "Howl" seem doubly precious, the product of one vanishing art form—old-style illustration and classical hand-drawn movie animation—realized with the resources of the new digital techniques and lovingly shepherded for Miyazaki by the master of computer age cartoonery, Disney and Pixar's John "("Toy Story") Lasseter. The visual style, though, is classic Japanese anime, made by the form's reigning master. Like the great old craftsmen of Japanese art and cinema, Miyazaki entrances us by the delicate mastery of his art, while knocking our socks off with action and spectacle. He gorges our imagination, awakens our minds and ignites our emotions, making a film all ages should enjoy and none should miss.

Metacritic Rating- 80

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:12 PM

Cool start. Like the format.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:15 PM

Cool start. Like the format.


agreed. very nicely done.

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:22 PM

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39. Howl's Moving Castle

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:26 PM

Cool start. Like the format.

agreed. very nicely done.


Just stellar. Fantastic format, with an especially well-written intro. Geeked for this.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:34 PM

It does look very nice, I will agree. I will vehemently disagree that 2005 was anything other than the worst year for film in my lifetime. Though this is entirely of my opinion and does not necessarily represent anyone else.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 04:37 PM

The only thing that's stopping me saying the same are the 2004 US films that didn't come here until this time last year.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 05:01 PM

It does look very nice, I will agree.

I will vehemently disagree that 2005 was anything other than the worst year for film in my lifetime. Though this is entirely of my opinion and does not necessarily represent anyone else.


Maybe 2005 is the year that lots of people realized what a good movie was, and what a bad movie was (but still worthy of paying 9 bucks for just to get nauseated, or to serve as a babysitter for the kids---hence monstrous openings for movies like Saw 2 and Cheaper By the Dozen 2).
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 05:58 PM

yeah this is real nifty so far. It looks a lot prettier on the new board, for some reason.
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 06:07 PM

It does look very nice, I will agree.

I will vehemently disagree that 2005 was anything other than the worst year for film in my lifetime. Though this is entirely of my opinion and does not necessarily represent anyone else.


Is it fair for me to say that, judging by your list, you didn't see a lot of independent and/or foreign films in 05?
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Posted 01 February 2006 - 06:16 PM

"Your list sucks. Not that I'd vote, but still..."

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I totally forgot to vote for this. I actually wanted to this time. :blink:

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Posted 01 February 2006 - 06:36 PM

"Far better than any CNN or El Jazeera news account possibly could relate, the story of war transcends politics and is written in the soulful faces of parent-less children, many with broken limbs from exploding land mines".

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38. Turtles Can Fly

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0424227/

From Roger Ebert's 4-star review:

I wish everyone who has an opinion on the war in Iraq could see "Turtles Can Fly." That would mean everyone in the White House and in Congress, and the newspaper writers, and the TV pundits, and the radio talkers, and you -- especially you, because you are reading this and they are not.

You assume the movie is a liberal attack on George W. Bush's policies. Not at all. The action takes place just before the American invasion begins, and the characters in it look forward to the invasion and the fall of Saddam Hussein. Nor does the movie later betray an opinion one way or the other about the war. It is about the actual lives of refugees, who lack the luxury of opinions because they are preoccupied with staying alive in a world that has no place for them.

The movie takes place in a Kurdish refugee camp somewhere on the border between Turkey and Iraq. That means, in theory, it takes place in "Kurdistan," a homeland that exists in the minds of the Kurds, even though every other government in the area insists the Kurds are stateless. The characters in the movie are children and teenagers, all of them orphans; there are adults in the camp, but the kids run their own lives -- especially a bright wheeler-dealer named Satellite (Soran Ebrahim), who organizes work gangs of other children.

What is their work? They disarm land mines, so they can be re-sold to arms dealers in the nearby town. The land mines are called "American," but this is a reflection of their value and not a criticism of the United States; they were planted in the area by Saddam Hussein, in one of his skirmishes with Kurds and Turks. Early in the film, we see a character named Hyenkov (Hirsh Feyssal), known to everyone as The Boy With No Arms, who gently disarms a mine by removing the firing pin with his lips.

Satellite pays special attention to a girl named Agrin (Avaz Latif), who is Hyenkov's sister. They have a little brother named Risa, who is carried about with his arms wrapped around the neck of his armless brother. We think he is their brother, that is, until we discover he is Agrin's child, born after she was raped by Iraqi soldiers while still almost a child herself. The armless boy loves Risa; his sister hates him, because of her memories.

Is this world beginning to take shape in your mind? The refugees live in tents and huts. They raise money by scavenging. Satellite is the most resourceful person in the camp, making announcements, calling meetings, assigning work, and traveling ceremonially on a bicycle festooned with ribbons and glittering medallions. He is always talking, shouting, hectoring, at the top of his voice: He is too busy to reflect on the misery of his life.

The village is desperate for information about the coming American invasion. There is a scene of human comedy in which every household has a member up on a hill with a makeshift TV antenna; those below shout instructions: "To the left! A little to the right!" But no signal is received. Satellite announces that he will go to town and barter for a satellite dish. There is a sensation when he returns with one. The elders gather as he tries to bring in a signal. The sexy music video channels are prohibited, but the elders wait patiently as Satellite cycles through the sin until he finds CNN, and they can listen for English words they understand. They hate Saddam and eagerly await the Americans.

But what will the Americans do for them? The plight of the Kurdish people is that no one seems to want to do much for them. Even though a Kurd has recently been elected to high office in Iraq, we get the sense he was a compromise candidate -- chosen precisely because his people are powerless. For years the Kurds have struggled against Turkey, Iraq and other nations in the region, to define the borders of a homeland the other states refuse to acknowledge.

From time to time the aims of the Kurds come into step with the aims of others. When they were fighting Saddam, the first Bush administration supported them. When they were fighting our ally Turkey, we opposed them. The New York Times Magazine recently ran a cover story about Ibrahim Parlak, who for 10 years peacefully ran a Kurdish restaurant in Harbert, Mich., only to be arrested in 2004 by the federal government, which hopes to deport him for Kurdish nationalist activities that at one point we approved. Because I support Ibrahim's case, I can read headlines on right-wing sites such as, "Roger Ebert Gives Thumbs Up to Terrorism."

I hope Debbie Schlussel, who wrote that column, sees "Turtles Can Fly." The movie does not agree with her politics, or mine. It simply provides faces for people we think of as abstractions. It was written and directed by Bahman Ghobadi, whose "A Time for Drunken Horses" (2000), was also about Kurds struggling to survive between the lines. Satellite has no politics. Neither does The Boy With No Arms, or his sister, or her child born of rape; they have been trapped outside of history.

Last week I was on a panel at the University of Colorado where an audience member criticized movies for reducing the enormity of the Holocaust to smaller stories. But there is no way to tell a story big enough to contain all of the victims of the Holocaust, or all of the lives affected for good and ill in the Middle East. Our minds cannot process that many stories. What we can understand is The Boy With No Arms, making a living by disarming land mines like the one that blew away his arms. And Satellite, who tells the man in the city he will trade him 15 radios and some cash for a satellite dish. Where did Satellite get 15 radios? Why? You need some radios?

Metacritic Rating- 85


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Posted 01 February 2006 - 07:14 PM

The Ides of Burgess Meredith as forecast by Easy Reader of The Electric Company

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37. March of the Penguins

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428803/

From the 4-star review by David Denby of The New Yorker:

Are we imitating them, or are they imitating us? The hugely successful French documentary “March of the Penguins” yields itself so readily to anthropomorphic readings that it’s hard to say where bird ends and man begins. With a reassuring smack!, the penguins emerge, one after another, from the ocean and hit the ice. It’s the first stage of what the movie presents as the routine, annual sublime—the trek across seventy miles of Antarctic wasteland to the thick-iced mating ground. As they shuffle across the terrain with bowed shoulders, the penguins look, from the rear, like shtetl Jews heading off to shul. Flopping to their bellies for greater speed, they could be kids taking a wave on a surfboard. When male and female find a partner, they stand with heads bowed before each other in what appears to be silent adoration. If we are moved, are we experiencing what they are feeling or what we are feeling? After some demurely photographed funny stuff, a baby is conceived. The egg is then transferred from mother to father, and, as the dad huddles for warmth with the other dads, balancing his package on his toes, the mom makes the long journey back to the water to eat, returning when she is ready to feed her hungry chick. Such scrupulous and selfless devotion to children would not seem out of place in lacrosse-mom precincts like Glen Cove or Montclair. Yet here’s the miracle: the extreme coldness and clarity of the air, and the translucent blues and searing whites of the landscape, lend the ritual, however mundane, familial, and instinct-driven, an aspect of eternal splendor. And, given the extreme difficulties that the filmmakers (led by Luc Jacquet) must have endured, the entire moviemaking enterprise has an aura of heroism, too. A perfect family movie, a perfect date movie, and one of the most eye-ravishing documentaries ever made.

Metacritic Rating- 79

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