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Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
2007 / Zach Helm > Had high hopes for Helm's debut, having loved his writing in Stranger than Fiction. Throw in Dustin Hoffman, Natalie Portman and Jason Batemen and we should have had a winner, no? Sadly, the film is a complete and utter mess based on ideals that are better fit for a sketch on Sesame Street. While the store in the film brims with imagination, the plot apparently got the short end of that stick. The Golden Compass
2007 / Chris Weitz > Boring and bloated though undeniably gorgeous, it's no surprise that The Golden Compass failed miserably with both critics and audiences. Once you get past the eye candy, the film lacks the charisma to stay afloat, which is too bad, because now we'll probably never get to see the story finish. This also marks a serious misstep for Weitz, whose About a Boy was full of heart and wonder. Tropic Thunder
2008 / Ben Stiller > Riding on the waves of a star-studded cast and one of the best (and funniest) marketing campaigns for a comedy I've ever seen, Tropic Thunder had some of the highest expectations I've had for a film all year. But, as it often happens when a lot of big egos join together in one project, the film ends up being more a collection of multiple hilarious scenes rather than a successful, comedic whole. Specifically on point are Robert Downey, Dr. and the head-splitting brilliance of Tom Cruise who both take their ridiculous characters to the perfect level of seriousness. But staggering behind seems to be Ben Stiller, whose schtick, however self-deprecating, feels overused and works mainly as a vehicle to move the story forward. Some of the lines, admittedly, are some of the funniest in recent film memory, though one of the most underrated may be Jack Black's (after shoving heroine into a couple of guards' faces): "Let's move! We only have 16 hours before they wake up!" Speed Racer
2008 / The Wachowski Brothers > Ever since The Matrix sequels reared their pretentious heads, The Wachowski Brothers have been on my shit list for their self-serving, pseudo-philosophical bullshit. V for Vendetta, even with a fine directorial effort by James McTeigue, couldn't rub off its leftist silliness for a second to let me breathe in the excitement of the man behind the mask. And with Speed Racer, they almost cornered me into something similar with its heavy-handed anti-capitalist angle. But alas, the prettiness (of both the film and Christina Ricci) saved the day. It's fun, lots of fun, even with the annoyance of Spirtle and Chim Chim, though I gather, as someone who has never seen the animated episodes, that this was part of the show's charm. Emile Hirsch seemed a bit miscast, but honestly, nobody cared much for acting in this. (On that note, when did Dr. Jack Shephard leave the island and become Racer X?) The true star of the film was the visuals, and my, how glorious they were. You know how the Crayola 64 packs always had a few neon, ultra-bright colors? Apparently these were the only ones used when doing the Speed Racer storyboards. The Brothers utilize their genuine feel for style in conjunction with an aptly thrown in kitsch factor that makes me wonder what everyone who threw down sharp one-liners at this gentle giant were actually expecting. Meet Market
2008 / Charlie Loventhal > I'm not sure why I watched this (Krista Allen, maybe?), but Meet Market is basically a self-congratulating ode to those who believe there's some sort of sexually charged possibility in picking out the right tomato. It's not bad by any means, but it's not memorable either. The kind of metropolitan dating flicks that actually work to the end are the ones that bring something new, not used stories picked up from existing flicks. It's an interesting effort, no doubt, but one that's subpar and doomed to be filler on cable television. Lost in Translation
2003 / Sofia Coppola > Coppola's sophomore effort has quite a few tangibles working for it: Impactful yet understated acting, a functional/moody location and a near-perfect mixture of ambience and rock for the soundtrack. But these only tell half of the story. The feel of it all—being alone in a city where your mind and body seems misplaced, not knowing if what tomorrow brings is worth waking up or going to bed for, wondering if the past you've lived is the past you've wanted to live—these are the intangibles that are undeniably infused into the self-analyzing experience that is Lost in Translation. But I'd be lying if I said this was a perfect film: I find Scarlett Johansson's character to be weak, though part of it's because Bill Murray puts forth a subtle yet powerful performance portraying a man of such humanity that she comes off comparatively cookie-cutter. The pacing isn't always perfect, with hiccups that seem misplaced and solo scenes of Johansson that pale in comparison to those of Murray. And while I never really found the film to be racist by any means, the xenophobic viewpoints sometimes come off silly rather than calculated. But the point remains that Coppola, with the help of Brian Reitzell and Roger J. Manning Jr.'s effusive score, has concocted a mood piece of master quality that takes away our sense of vengeful cynicism and fills it with the kind of hope and bewilderment that both the young and the young at heart seek. Semi-Pro
2008 / Kent Alterman > Somehow, Will Ferrell has become a product (and that's fine). Since Frank the Tank first streaked through the college campus in Old School, his hyper-persona has become a face that sells movie tickets. This has led to many memorable parts: Ricky Bobby in Talladega Nights, Buddy in Elf, and a subtler Harold Crick in Stranger than Fiction. But a hyper-persona alone cannot make a film work. Without proper casting, writing and direction, this throwback comedy during the days of the American Basketball Association, with crazy balls, crazy moves and Julius Erving, falls flat even before it begins. Simply put: There's just too much Ferrell and not much of anything else. If we want that, there are better options. Sure, the viral marketing ploy with Heidi Klum in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue was brilliant, but that was better than the film itself. Hopefully the studios got the message, as Semi-Pro is Ferrell's worst performing film to date. Wanted
2008 / Timur Bekmambetov > It's usually a terrible idea when 70% of a film's plot is told over narration within five minutes, but Russian blockbuster director Bekmambetov brings his Night Watch fame this side of the Pacific with an action-packed extravaganza that's short on plot and long, very long on intensity. In fact, Wanted may have some of the best action sequences ever seen on film. Suspending disbelief is a priority in this adaptation of a comic grounded on prophetic assassins—This is also partially because we know Angelina Jolie has the potential to blow stuff up, but James McAvoy? Not your likeliest action star, but the special effects make it all work in spades. Doomsday
2008 / Neil Marshall > You have to give Marshall credit for trying to create an intelligent mixture of The Road Warrior and 28 Days Later, but somewhere along the way, the focus shifted away from the storyline into chases, beheadings and twists seen from a mile away. Rhona Mitra, the original Tomb Raider, fitfully shows that she had the right to star in the films of her former alter ego, and Craig Conway is superb as a chilling vision of humanity gone awry. Though generally exciting, Doomsday's premise of de-evolution in modern society never really develops into anything fresh to deserve the kind of cult status it could have achieved. Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay
2008 / Jon Hurwitz & Hayden Schlossberg > Let's just keep it simple and say this is an out and out absurdity of a film. There, that makes things easier. Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay won't win Oscars (nor it should), but it does things that keep you glued to the screen until the end—even through an unbelievable sequence involving George W. Bush where you can't help but smile. Doogie Howser is all kinds of crazy, and Kumar's math poetry just makes you tear a little. There is, however, definitely a generational gap in the film that scours it away from a significant amount of moviegoers, and those who are easily offended will probably switch off within the first half hour. The Spiderwick Chronicles
2008 / Mark Waters > On a small scale, The Spiderwick Chronicles works just fine, but considering the onslaught of fantasy genre blockbusters, it's a bit harder to swallow the film's lack of scope. One of the key reasons the genre works so well is the mythos that backs every fantasy world, but in this case, it gets reduced to a miniature description that we're forced to swallow as if it meant something. Not a terrible effort, but not something that you'll want to stand in line for the sequel to. Charlie Bartlett
2008 / Jon Poll > While there's no doubt that Anton Yelchin is a youngster to watch, not much can be said of the manner in which Gustin Nash's screenplay takes the interesting and turns it into a play by the numbers coming-of-age story that fails to find what it started out looking for. Charlie Bartlett does get some refreshment from Hollywood's current darling Robert Downey, Jr., in a rather pitying role of an alcoholic principal-cum-father. If there's one way to sum up why the film doesn't work in the end, it's that everything happens too easily, with disregard to reality, and that, for a film that's trying to find the uniqueness within a cultural subtext, is a small tragedy. The Incredible Hulk
2008 / Louis Leterrier > The most impressive thing about The Incredible Hulk isn't the fact that it's actually good, but that Marvel was able to eat the mistake that Ang Lee made and reboot the series in five short years. Not only does it show that the movie-going audiences have surprisingly short-term memories, but also that a storied franchise need not be bogged down by a misfire. That being said, Zak Penn's script is more on par with his first X-Men 2 effort than Elektra, and Leterrier has targeted a good blend of action and drama while respecting Hulk's fanbase. Now it'll be interesting to see if Hulk returns as a good guy or bad guy in the upcoming Avengers movie. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
2008 / Steven Spielberg > Some of the scenes make no sense, the writing is mediocre and often laughable and the ending messes with the whole mystique of the Indiana Jones series. But those minor, silly things aside, the damn thing is still a lot of fun to watch. It's kind of hard to consider it in the same vein as the originals (especially when Raiders of the Lost Ark can legitimately stand up as a classic), but it was never meant to be taken seriously. Not with Shia LeBeouf and a 65 year-old Harrison Ford. But there were still moments of old Indy greatness, hidden here and there, and that's pretty much all we could ask. Be Kind Rewind
2008 / Michel Gondry > The bar's up pretty high after Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and The Science of Sleep, but this what it is on purpose: lighthearted, sentimental and while a bit ill-paced, generally enjoyable. Though Jack Black is on the edge of annoying, the rest of the cast holds the film together in a very communal way. The movie recreations are reason enough to see this as they serve up the genius of Gondry in small, snack portions instead of a whole meal at once. The Happening
2008 / M. Night Shyamalan > Obvious, insulting and intensely disappointing in that we may have the technical skills of such a crafty director wasted by his delusions of grandeur. Everything Shyamalan has done since The Sixth Sense has been filled with a sense of greatness that simply isn't there. I excused both Unbreakable (because on a small scale, it made sense to me) and Signs (because I gave it the benefit of the doubt), but the last three have gone further into the ground in insulting the viewer's intelligence. The Happening is ridiculous in its message, the way that a kindergarten student would tell an adult to not waste electricity. The script and acting? Just leave this one alone. Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story
2007 / Jake Kasdan > A deliriously fun parody, Walk Hard doesn't ever actually stop to analyze what it's doing. The way Kasdan organized the project, it really ends up being a seamless, over-the-top yet surprisingly believable (if you were to actually try to believe) story of a rock 'n' roll superstar. John C. Reilly is completely in his element and Tim Meadows is, well, funny again. However, the extended cut is arguably too extended and ill-paced for the film to be enjoyable by the time the credits roll. The theatrical cut is clean, efficient and paced just right. Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem
2007 / The Brothers Strause > There are only a couple of reasons to see this: First, the more obvious of the two, is the fact that you finally get to see some alien on predator action. Unfortuantely it's just one predator vs. tons of aliens. Why? Well, how else would they get to set up the next sequel? Second, and less obvious, is the finale. I can't say I'm shocked by much anymore in film, but I have to say that I give The Brothers Strause immense amount of credit for holding onto their bollocks and giving the audience what they want. For once. The Bank Job
2008 / Roger Donaldson > The Bank Job is a very enjoyable heist flick that is intensely charged while it lasts, but fails to carve a niche into the history of the genre. Stylish, well-paced, the whole product is very refined, though I imagine it's not surprising since this is not, by any means, the first Jason Statham vehicle to take take on such a premise (see The Italian Job and Snatch). Street Kings
2008 / David Ayer > Street Kings kills its suspense level and pacing before we're ready to commit, which is a bit tragic because the overall show is pretty respectable. The typical viewer ought to figure out the ending 20 minutes into the film, which is tricky because it makes us lose motivation to continue watching. However, Ayer and writer James Ellroy of L.A. Confidential fame do pull out a couple of tricks near the end that make it worth the wait. The morality tale in the film is not as well-thought out as Gone Baby Gone, but the social questions brought forth are given a new spin even if they've existed for ages. Bart Got a Room
2008 / Brian Hecker > Bart Got a Room is a lighthearted, silly but fairly portrayed life of a teenager preparing for the high school prom. It's an obvious comedy, but its underpinnings are exaggerations based on life experiences, which tends to give it the credibility it needs to stay afloat. Steven Kaplan shows promise as the protagonist, but William H. Macy steals the show as the divorced father whose curly afro and need for womanly love take a backseat to the love for his son. War, Inc.
2008 / Joshua Seftel > Those who are looking for John Cusack to be John Cusack, or those who want to see Hilary Duff put on an Eastern European accent and mimic Britney as popstar Yonica Babyyeah, War, Inc. is a good watch. But if it's biting political satire that is being sought, it's probably better to go back to Bulworth or Wag the Dog because this script doesn't know what it wants to be or who it wants to offend. It's heavy-handed and a total waste of a good setup considering how relevant the film could be in current society. Teeth
2008 / Mitchell Lichtenstein > While the idea behind Teeth is a boy's worst nightmare, the failed opportunity at making something bigger, more interesting and/or important out of the story is arguably much worse. Jess Weixler puts in a nice enough performance on a script that is light on ideas, heavy on redundancy. It doesn't stick as either a horror film or a character study, but may do its job as a quaint little public service announcement for abstinence. 10,000 BC
2008 / Roland Emmerich > Talk about making Apocalypto look like a bloody masterpiece. 10,000 BC is a ridiculous waste of a $105mn budget even if the CGI looks fantastic. The pacing is atrocious, the editing is sloppy and the story is silly. Throw in the beautiful Camille Belle, all you have here is eye candy and nothing else. Probably a great thing to put on the television while you vacuum. Vantage Point
2008 / Pete Travis > Vantage Point is surprisingly enjoyable, though it lacks the sort of depth that's necessary for a politically charged action/mystery to be intellectually satisfying. It's sharply cut, adequately acted and has enough semblance of a story to forget that beneath this tiger, there's actually no engine. Cloverfield
2008 / Matt Reeves > Effectively an extra-long episode of The O.C. with a monster in it, Cloverfield uses and abuses the amateur camera technique to a level where it's more annoying than satisfying. But the worst thing about the film may be that it tries to put the lives of people who we really could care less about above the story of the monster, which is a terrible, terrible waste of opportunity. Horton Hears a Who!
2008 / Jimmy Hayward & Steve Martino > It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen an animated film this simple and innocent yet so enjoyable. Aside from all the logical messes that may exist in Horton Hears a Who! (after all, this is based on a Dr. Seuss story), the silly but smart humor, the optimism and hope and the succinct running time make it one of the best family films to come out in some time. Raptor
2007 / Jim Wynorski > "What's that?" The magical phrase is, according to the director Wynorski's count, uttered at least 18 times in the film. What could that be? It's sheer brilliance, I tell you. From the opening deaths of idyllic teenagers lost in the arid caves of Utah, I knew I was in for a special treat. It didn't mean much that the film echoed scenes from the famed Jurassic Park contemporary Carnosaur—these were obviously of much higher budget, especially when the screen turns green to identify with the raptors' point of view. (Yes, that was plural. There are multiple raptors in the film! Have you invited your friends over yet?!) Wynorski, also known as Jay Andrews and H. R. Blueberry, is the man behind a substantial amount of late night Cinemax classics such as Alabama Jones and the Busty Crusade and The Bare Wench Project. In Raptor, he hones his technical mastery with the help of master filmmaker Roger Corman. The final product is a seamless composite of what feels like three, four or even five films! But in reality, it is only one. Anyone who has told you otherwise has been deceived into belittling the good names of Wynorski and Corman. Why else would Golden Globe-nominated Corbin Bernsen take a key role as the evil Mr. Hyde? I do have a minor complaint: Blonde bombshell Melissa Brasselle (who is currently starring in Danny Bonaduce's VH1 cult-hit I Know My Kid's a Star) is a bit of a distraction from the glorious beauty of the raptors. For some reason, Wynorski strategically decided to utilize her in rather tight-fitting outfits and in scandalous positions, often opposite the splendid Eric Roberts. Roberts, by the way, hasn't been this spot on since the original Best of the Best. The manner in which he battles the alpha raptor in the end makes Sigourney Weaver look like an absolute chump in Aliens. "Take that, Barney!" might be one of the most important lines of our lifetime, as many of us grew up thinking and wanting to do similar violent acts to our purple-furred friend. What Spielberg started, Wynorski and Corman have finished. There can be no other film about raptors after this. It is conclusive evidence that we should not meddle with our genes or stem cell research because all it will do is kill the neighborhood kids, your daughter's boyfriend, your co-worker, that guy who drives the truck full of chickens across state borders so that illegally implanted raptor babies can be kept in a cage away from society, Corbin Bernsen and lots of really mean looking military guys. Raptor is a cinematic achievement that parallels Fellini's 8½ in innovation, and supercedes the science-fiction philosophy of 2001. (It's also better than many films that don't contain numbers in their titles.) Thanks for the recommendation Lucid Screening. Hannah Takes the Stairs
2007 / Joe Swanberg > The backlash against "mumblecore" generally tends to be driven by the fact that these films always focus on middle-class, post-graduate white kids who do nothing but complain about their lives. But this is arguably the best social class through which to canvass this topic. If Whit Stilmann's Metropolitan was a satirical look at the upper-class who excel at discussion and inaction, and the Hughes Brothers' Menace II Society commands attention because it tries to portray the lack of options in the urban ghetto, films like Hannah Takes the Stairs competently approaches the social classes in between who have myriad possibilities of both success and failure. And whether this optionality is displayed through lack of interest in one's occupation or discontent in relationships is often the deciding factor between the film, the viewer and whether the experience will be enjoyable. Having miserably failed at watching Andrew Bujalski's Funny Ha Ha, I stayed away from most films in the sub-genre until this Swanberg vehicle. Co-writer and start Greta Gerwig's endearing yet infuriating title character is composed of some of the best and worst bits of ourselves and our loved ones—past and present. By the time the final two scenes come around, everything kind of, sort of, actually makes sense. The cerebral aspect of the film suddenly subsides to let the emotive aspect sneak through and, in the process, lets the viewer do the same. If mood was ever a critical ingredient of a film's success, this may just be it. Dedication
2007 / Justin Theroux > It's easy to say that quirky indie-romances are all the rage these days, and it's even easier for Dedication to be slapped with that same label. But what I found amazing is that underneath it all, this is a re-modeled formulaic romantic dramedy with better music (by Au Revoir Simone and the surprisingly soothing Deerhoof), better acting and a better story. It isn't perfect, and it isn't going to end up on any all-time lists, but what the film does is put a refreshing coat on an otherwise conventional plot and charms us from end to end. It's an admirable directorial debut by Theroux, backed by a superb performance by Billy Crudup as the misanthropic lead who's trying to figure out how to get along with substitute illustrator Mandy Moore after his long-time collaborator, played aptly as always by Tom Wilkinson, passes away. The star, though, may be the script by David Bromberg, with its tight, sharp dialogue and memorable banter. Jumper
2008 / Doug Liman > It didn't bother me when Liman said in an interview that Jumper was the final part of his "sell-out trilogy." After all, both The Bourne Identity and Mr. & Mrs. Smith were relatively smart, enjoyable fares. But apparently he was setting up the pre-emptive strike on a piece of shit: How Liman took a brilliant premise and muddled it into an episode of The O.C. (Rachel Bilson included) with intriguing yet ignored sci-fi elements is beyond me. What really, absolutely kills it: The sequel is in the works. This act of hypocrisy almost single-handedly negates the goodwill from Swingers and the rather underrated Go and turns Liman into a poseur until proven otherwise. Paranoid Park
2007 / Gus Van Sant > In the final part of his death trilogy, Van Sant loses the ironic edge that he had with Elephant. Paranoid Park is subtle, provocative and thoughtful, but it still feels all too fleeting. The mood carries the film to its end but somehow, the sadness and despair never really penetrates the audience. Whether this is a function of an age-biased disconnect, I'm not sure, but many of us have found ourselves in positions where we feel guilty of an act we had little control over. This was an attempt at extrapolating that to a higher degree, but in many ways, it feels too forgiving and too simple to be poignant. Enchanted
2007 / Kevin Lima > Enchanted works because of Amy Adams, as she turns the role of a princess into something identifiable by most stretches of the imagination. Disney's welcome back party, though, isn't without hitches: The story is still ultimately stale even with the sort of modern-day luster that's splashed atop it. And Patrick Dempsey is, unfortunately, forever going to smell of Grey's Anatomy thereby discounting the value of any character he portrays onscreen. (This is a pity, but alas, it's the price he'll have to pay for resurrecting his career.) The film almost works as a foil to Pan's Labyrinth with its cheerfulness and optimism—It's lighthearted fare and undeniably enjoyable, though there's just not enough to hold onto to make it a classic. Lars and the Real Girl
2007 / Craig Gillespie > This is the opposite of what every independent film-viewer has come to accept: That there is a world out there without cynicism, that people are generally good, even if troubled, that love is not impossible due to external social forces. Nancy Oliver's thoughtful script is devoid of the type of silly comedy one would expect from a film about a guy and his "real doll." Instead, the laughter is a gut response in relation to everyday life, about seeing things and understanding life's simple ironies and accepting them in their due course. Lars and the Real Girl provides the foundation for another superb performance by Ryan Gosling that ought to have given him an Oscar nod. This is, without a doubt, one of the most surprising finds of 2007. Shoot 'Em Up
2007 / Michael Davis > Ridiculous gun battles (including a particularly challenging one when Clive Owen and ever-wonderful Monica Bellucci are consummating their relationship), an off-the-wall performance by Paul Giamatti and a short-running time: These are the three essential elements of Shoot 'Em Up, a film that holds no notion of seriousness, even poking fun at its own ridiculous plot involving babies for stem cell research. It's a good ride, though I imagine it'll lack the replay value of better offerings this year (such as Smokin' Aces). Hostel: Part II
2007 / Eli Roth > The original Hostel had a cold, unwavering tension in its lack of information that made it so exciting to watch. We had no idea what was going to happen or what the backstory was, so as it unfolded, we were shocked, disgusted and entertained. This sequel, however, decides to educate us on the process by which nice Americans get stuck on meathangers in Slovakia. Gone immediately is the suspense, but increased, in compensation, is the brutality. Unfortunately, these are not equal exchanges, and as the Saw series went downhill after its initial imaginative introduction, it looks like Hostel will follow a similar path. War
2007 / Philip G. Atwell > For all its logistical shortcomings, War is still good fun. The fact that Jet Li replaces his punches and kicks with bullets is not problematic, though it'll undoubtedly disappoint some. However, some of the gunplay is fairly innovative, and the plot, while sometimes dependent on the suspension of disbelief, is considerably above average compared to similar genre flicks. Also: It doesn't hurt that in the film, Li drives a beautiful, exquisite Spyker C8 Spyder. He Was A Quiet Man
2007 / Frank A. Cappello > There's a strange quirkiness in the way the plot develops in He Was A Quiet Man. We're never really sure if it's taking itself seriously or if the whole thing is a sham, but regardless our attention is held by a thin link founded on Christian Slater's neurotically amusing performance as an overlooked office worker in the big corporate world who just might go postal. It's odd, sometimes endearing but the premise becomes sillier and sillier as the film wears on until we're left wondering what exactly is the message that's being delivered. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
2007 / Tim Burton > I very much enjoy Burton's work, but am generally not a fan of musicals. This puts me into a sort of dilemma where I find myself only half-appreciating the meticulously crafted Sweeney Todd. Musicals generally tend to have fairly simple stories that are buffered by lyricism and melody, but when those aren't high on one's priority list, the foundation of the film falls off. Now, I can only hope that his forthcoming Alice in Wonderland is not a sing-along. Epic Movie
2007 / Jason Friedberg & Aaron Seltzer > I tried to laugh, but this was not funny. The most painful part of Epic Movie is arguably not the film itself, but all that wasted Hollywood parody material. I'm not sure why anyone is being credited with "screenwriting" this film, because it just seemed like they picked movies out of a bag and threw some scenes together to... wait, $87mn in the box office! Where da sequel at? The Kite Runner
2007 / Marc Forster > To date, I've very much enjoyed Forster's work. It's admirable that he continues to diversify his style and challenge himself further (as witnessed by his helming of the next Bond film). And while it's hard to directly pin-point exactly why The Kite Runner feels like an utter mess, there's a sensation that the film's literary foundation may have overstretched screenwriter David Benioff's sense of imagination. Subsequently, there's a lot of unnecessary melodrama and sudden pacing changes that make me wonder how good the original story is to begin with. Its largest shortfall is its continuous sense of emotional manipulation, especially in the last third. Otherwise, it's relatively well-made with a couple of surprising performances by its young stars and a moving show by Homayoun Ershadi and a solid score. Good Luck Chuck
2007 / Mark Helfrich > There's something disturbing about watching Dan Fogler in the presence of other women. In Good Luck Chuck, his sleaze factor is through the roof, which actually becomes mildly fascinating after a while. Either way, this gross-out romantic comedy is both enjoyable and forgettable for its over the top premise. Dane Cook is likable and Jessica Alba is in it. So, that was good. Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
2007 / Tim Story > For some reason, I thought it couldn't get worse than the original, but indeed that was a naive assumption. Sequels are generally worse and this is no exception. Silver Surfer should have saved this, but he comes off pretty bland and one-dimensional, and the climactic sequence is lacking proper character development to be effective. Jessica Alba is in it, though. So, that was good. Mr. Brooks
2007 / Bruce A. Evans > Mr. Brooks takes multiple pages out of serial killer thriller flicks and tries to package it together, but it's all been done before. There's really nothing fresh that the film offers that makes it stand out, though the interactions between Kevin Costner, William Hurt and Dane Cook are surprisingly entertaining. The Hottest State
2007 / Ethan Hawke > I'm not sure if Hawke's novel is this moody and petty, but the film adaptation of The Hottest State is dreadfully painful to sit through. Neither lead characters give a reason to care, and the script lacks any sort of direction or wonder to hook onto. Films about heartbreak always walk a thin line between self-indulgence and an objective disposition, and this one gorges itself in the former. Charlie Wilson's War
2007 / Mike Nichols > Charlie Wilson's War has an Aaron Sorkin imprint on it the way it doesn't have a Nichols one: It's a witty but forceful political piece where there's good and there's bad, and the good fights to win by sometimes doing morally ambiguous things. The film is smart and entertaining, even if it doesn't offer the kind of depth that that sticks in your mind years after. The writing is as sharp as one would expect, and Tom Hanks utilizes his dialogue well opposite an equally excellent offering from Philip Seymour Hoffman. It may be Nichols-lite, but it's better than most of Hollywood has to offer these days. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
2007 / Julian Schnabel > When I first heard this was going to be made into a film, I was filled with both worry and wonder. A film about a man who communicates by blinking? How interesting could that be on the screen? In amazement and awe, however, Schnabel and cinematographer Janusz Kaminski (who ought to be a lock for an Oscar nod) have adapted The Diving Bell and the Butterfly into celluloid with a level of imagination that even Jean-Dominique Bauby may not have had in his writing process. The scenes where Bauby (played immaculately by Mathieu Amalric) and his father (played by an appropriately aging Max von Sydow) communicate before and after the stroke are mesmerizing and heartbreaking. All the women in the film shine in reflection to Bauby's "butterfly," each adding an extra layer of emotion and character to a life not to be pitied. No doubt one of the year's very best, the film is an epic of human creativity and strength. I Am Legend
2007 / Francis Lawrence > Will Smith's best acting effort to date. Atrocious CGI mutants. Excellent action sequences. First 80% puts it in the top 5% of all sci-fi films ever made. Last 20% moves it back to the middle of the pack. Most of the story is better than the novel, but the ending, which couldn't have happened in the novel, was too Spielbergian to be effective. This wasn't just a weak ending; it was bad enough to render the whole film meaningless and tasteless. Gone Baby Gone
2007 / Ben Affleck > Whatever you may say about the elder Affleck, know that his directorial debut is as sharp and promising as any this year. In supplement, also know that the younger Affleck is burgeoning into a full-fledged actor of a certain range and emotion that ought to impress for some time. Putting these two together with Dennis Lehane's novel and a superb performance from The Wire's Amy Ryan, we eventually come to find a final product that utilizes a child kidnapping as a device via which to question and analyze morality. Undoubtedly, one of the toughest distinctions over right and wrong is faced by those who are paid to uphold the law, and Gone Baby Gone explores this to a satisfying and almost fatalistic degree. Music and Lyrics
2007 / Marc Lawrence > When the basis of the film is based around a songwriter, its ultimate sin is what Music and Lyrics commits: Having a rather boring, homogeneous treat for the ear. Other than that, the story is a bit ho-hum, and Drew Barrymore is simply annoying. The sort of childish charm from 50 First Dates is gone and instead replaced by a character built around silly paranoia and self-pity, exactly what you don't want to deal with in a romantic comedy. American Gangster
2007 / Ridley Scott > Bloated and unfocused, Scott's epic fails to adequately build on the strong source material provided by the life and times of the notorious Harlem-based heroine distributor Frank Lucas. In fact, one of the most extraordinary angles of this story is left to a simple caption near the end which, if one has their head turned away for a split second, could easily be missed. Much could have been left on the cutting floor, much could have been added. Scott fails to give the audience an emotional center to latch onto besides the glorification of a gangster whose morality is seldom questioned. There is a belief that people who do socially irresponsible things (whether it's polluting the earth or murder) do so because it's the way in which they know how to live. American Gangster tries to tell us that over and over, but somehow never fully forms a complete thought to get that point across successfully. Death Sentence
2007 / James Wan > In his first foray out of the horror genre, the director of the original Saw takes considerable missteps in portraying a revenge-minded father who's just seen his son brutally murdered. Though Kevin Bacon puts in an adept effort considering the material, the character evolution is weak and oddly paced. In a film such as this, if you plan on taking your work seriously and not simply using it as a method of violence exploitation, you need a foundation on which to base the spillage of the blood on. However, Wan negates any sort of rationale for what happens, making plot decisions that are muddled and hysterical. At the end, there's an attempt at teaching the moral behind the futility of revenge, but it's too little, too obvious and too late. Interview
2007 / Steve Buscemi > Even at 80 minutes long, Interview tests your patience over and over until you realize the film is actually a Sienna Miller biopic that Steve Buscemi made so he could make out with her. And while that could be considered a legitimate reason in some circles, the sheer pain of having to witness an unending conversation that continuously assaults the intelligence all but nullifies any reason for the film's existence. Let's hope the rest of the trilogy isn't so weak. Balls of Fury
2007 / Robert Ben Garant > As silly as it sounds, the idea of Dan Fogler making out with Maggie Q takes Balls of Fury two full notches down on the totem pole of love. In theory, there wasn't much that could go wrong with a parody of Enter the Dragon starring Christopher Walken and ping pong, but the show quickly runs out of meat and starts packing the minutes with unremarkable filler that stretches thin by the climactic sequences. There are some good moments, though better fit to be viewed as clips on YouTube, not with full attention in front of the screen. The Brave One
2007 / Neil Jordan > It'd be one thing if the moral dilemma was abrasive or tactless, but The Brave One somehow manages to turn the inherent tension necessary in a film such as this into a bit of a snoozefest. Jordan's attempt to re-wrap the revenge genre fails as there's too much being slapped together to create some greater meaning. Ultimately, much of the film is simply conventional—Not to mention that the whole bit is a minor personal attack on the borough of Manhattan. Resident Evil: Extinction
2007 / Russell Mulcahy > The worst thing a Resident Evil-like movie can be is boring. And this one is boring. It's not really exciting. Nothing really happens. Okay, some things happen but they're mostly boring. So, nothing might as well happen at all. Though, Milla Jovovich sure can kick some ass. And there are a few explosions to wake you up. The Ten
2007 / David Wain > The Stella boys are pretty hit and miss: Wet Hot American Summer was fun and quirky, though far from brilliant. The Baxter had a sort of undeniable charm that kept it interesting. But The Ten and its gimmick of playing individually upon Moses' commandments gets old a bit too quick. Most of the stories lose steam when one realizes that they really don't go anywhere: They amuse briefly before simply becoming an obstacle until the next story. How much it reverberates simply depends on how much of the Stella comedy you can appreciate without thinking if its all a bunch of inside jokes. The Kingdom
2007 / Peter Berg > Up until The Kingdom, Berg had quietly been making his mark on the directorial front. Very Bad Things is an often overlooked, underrated black comedy, and Friday Night Lights is undoubtedly one of the finest sports films of all-time. However, in his foray into the action/drama (as opposed to the action/comedy buddy flick The Rundown), he stumbles over a few heavy-handed messages and a fairly insulting foundation: Jamie Foxx and his FBI crew land in Saudi Arabia to investigate a civilian bombing on international soil as if the Saudi themselves are absolutely incapable of such. This type of convenience in the script is downright silly, but it doesn't stop there. The central conflict finds a magical solution at the buzzer, though Berg does add a couple of rather nice touches to make us pay attention. The Kingdom is not horrible, but it's shallow and treads thinly on deep water that could have used some further exploration. A Mighty Heart
2007 / Michael Winterbottom > There are two significant breakthroughs in A Mighty Heart: We learn that it is possible for Winterbottom to produce an apolitical film. Unlike The Road to Guantanamo, which plays the West as the villain from the get go, the film doesn't utilize the people in the story to prove anything—As a bastard child of 9/11, A Mighty Heart rivals only Reign on Me in its appreciation of the event's after-effects from a non-agenda viewpoint. It is tactful and intelligent, though not necessarily forgiving or hopeful of the strife and confusion that surrounds our current society. We also get to enjoy Angelina Jolie in a role that brings her back down to earth, finds us focusing on her character and not the Hollywood megastar that she is. This is a joint accomplishment on both Winterbottom and Jolie's part that I find impressive, to take the celebrity out of a film and put in its place the strong-willed but broken hearted Marianne Pearl. Combined with an always impressive Irfan Khan, the cast of both professional and non-professional actors deliver an emotionally engrossing picture not to be taken lightly. Stardust
2007 / Matthew Vaughn > On the back of the success of Layer Cake, Vaughn's decision to take upon a tale of such fantastic proportions is both admirable and a little suspect. Gone are the calculated plotlines that made his previous venture such a joy to watch, and in their place is a messy, underachieving fantasy that's all gloss. The film starts strong by setting up a potentially epic story of lost love and the search for the rightful ruler of a mystical kingdom, but then succumbs halfway to a mildly droning last hour where it becomes predictable and often just downright silly. In fact, most of De Niro's character is a distraction and seems as if he's given more screentime because of his big name. Claire Daines is lifeless as usual—hasn't anyone figured out that the reason she was so good in My So-Called Life was because her character was supposed to be lifeless? Throw in another pointless cameo by Ricky Gervais, and we have the recipe for a bloated project that nearly crumbles on its own weight. There was enough here to enjoy (especially some of the campy jokes), but what could have been a memorable experience instead remains something momentary. Ratatouille
2007 / Brad Bird & Jan Pinkava > Is Brad Bird the West's answer to Miyazaki? For a while, I thought that was the case. Both Iron Giant as well as The Incredibles showed off an intense originality that had been missing under the shadows of Japanese animation. Now, I'm not so certain: Ratatouille is a fine film, enjoyable from beginning to end and very warming to the heart. But I just can't get over the fact that it feels to me as if Bird's vision has regressed, that he's fit his story into a sort of a mainstream mold that caters to preconceived notions of what Pixar should do. This feeling of the gut is what keeps this tale from being a classic—or you could just argue that the cynic in me has won this battle. Hot Rod
2007 / Akiva Schaffer > The Lonely Island boys may have made quite a name for themselves with SNL's "Lazy Sunday" and "Dick in a Box," but Hot Rod, while a project of love, falls flat soon after take-off. The jokes constantly overstay their welcome and feel like they're targeted for an elementary school demographic. By the end, though, there're some heart-tugging moments, no matter how manufactured, that make you think, "Alright, so not an absolute total waste of time. Just mostly." P2
2007 / Franck Khalfoun > The pre-eminent display of Rachel Nichols' cleavage throughout P2 is undoubtedly the highlight of what is otherwise an instantly forgettable psychopath/horror attachment to popcorn written by the director of the much-acclaimed High Tension. But aside from all that, one has to wonder about Wes Bentley. Is this where all the fame and glory of American Beauty leads? There's no way he could have found something beautiful in this. No Reservations
2007 / Scott Hicks > Due to its bleaker foundation, No Reservations is calmer and more contemplative than most romantic comedies. It tries for poignancy without ever being able to achieve the emotions it wishes for. Thankfully, the cast and music (done aptly by Philip Glass) carries it past its testing and often predictable story. I doubt memories of the film will linger for long, but the feeling is nice while it lasts. Shrek the Third
2007 / Chris Miller & Raman Hui > Almost every negative thing I can think of about Hollywood is somehow summed up in this film. Not only does Shrek the Third lack the freshness of the original and the tongue-in-cheek nature of the sequel, but it tries to justify its amalgamation of refuse with a lesson in being yourself. Unfortunately, $800 million in worldwide box office receipts will do little to dissuade the studios from such idiocy. Instead, here comes Shrek Goes Fourth! Trade
2007 / Marco Kreuzpaintner > Trade may just be this year's biggest missed opportunity, overshooting any chance of credibility with its amateur, aggrandized screenplay. Because the subject of sex trafficking is misunderstood in both its scope and prevalence, Kreuzpaintner and screenwriter Jose Rivera's attempt to bring it onto the mainstream is admirable, but ends up being frustrating in its execution. While the cinematography and score are superb, the writing that surrounds it is vapid and cliche. (This worries me terribly since Rivera is in charge of scripting the American remake of the superb Korean drama Failan.) The excess in the storytelling particularly disappoints, taking away the focus from the true horror of the industry while emphasizing the superfluous. Ultimately, I wanted to like it but couldn't; I found myself too angry at its silliness and disrespect for the subject matter. 3:10 to Yuma
2007 / James Mangold > This retelling of 3:10 to Yuma is neither fresh nor does it take any risks. Using a conservative approach, the centerpieces effectively become Crowe and Bale, who, for a couple of foreigners, sure play the role of tough, Western men quite well. In my experience, there's just something about Mangold's style that cheapens the emotional plight of his characters. This, though, is not nearly as bad as Walk the Line, partially because the film pacing's keeps our attention on the action. By the end, 3:10 to Yuma turns out to be a solid effort, even if it comes nowhere near the potential of its foundation. Planet Terror
2007 / Robert Rodriguez > Planet Terror dangerously treads the middle ground between being a genre film and a mainstream movie. In doing so, it fails to gain proper traction to exploit either end of the spectrum and fully realize its potential. While Tarantino's Death Proof has higher highs and lower lows, Rodriguez's constant barrage of zombie action never really gathers enough steam to hold one's attention. Without many surprises—unless you count Rose McGowan's M41A assault rifle for a leg, the highlight of the show that comes arguably too late—Planet Terror is ultimately too indulgent to be successful. Death Proof
2007 / Quentin Tarantino > In Pulp Fiction, Tarantino's dialogue was fresh and exciting, but more importantly, it led to some level of character development that helped us understand the chaotic world within. In Death Proof, however, he engorges himself in dialogue that does little but waste time. Some may find it clever, but mostly it comes off pretentious and unnecessary. Thankfully, his skill in creating suspenseful action comes through gloriously in a couple of sequences that essentially justify the whole film. It's no wonder that this was cut and packaged together with Planet Terror in North American theatres: The meat here, while thin, is still quite juicy. Michael Clayton
2007 / Tony Gilroy > Michael Clayton is easy to like: Other than its somewhat long running-time and debatable ending, Gilroy's directorial debut is void of any crass errors. George Clooney puts forth another intelligent performance that keeps him atop the top tier of Hollywood actors, but Tom Wilkinson ends up outshining him in a part that ought to get him an Oscar nomination at the very least. With its issues of corporate negligence and capitalist morality, the film is contemporary yet fresh. Its approach is akin to a lighter version of The Insider that's better fit for the masses—there's just enough action and craziness within to keep it riveting to those without an attention span. This all works well, but what trips the complete product is that it's just too well packaged by the time the credits roll. But while there's not much to hold onto past the two hours of celluloid, it must be said that this is one of the finest efforts major Hollywood has put forth in quite a while. Eastern Promises
2007 / David Cronenberg > If there's one thing that Cronenberg's always done and deserves the most praise for, it's the respect and intelligence with which he treats his audience. Hints are dropped, arcs are drawn but most of the dots are ultimately connected by the viewer. More often than not, this technique works wonders (e.g., Crash and eXistenZ). In Eastern Promises, this technique is further refined to the point where it actually backfires a little: Considering the strength of Viggo Mortensen's character and the underlying tension/mystery that develops throughout, the finale is anticlimactic and disappointingly flaccid. The credits brought forth no emotions in me, a fact I found disheartening after 100 minutes of stellar filmmaking. In The History of Violence, there was an emotional purge at the end that left me at peace, but here that was absent. It's simply too clever, and I can only wish that he had added a few more minutes to extrapolate the ongoings—not for the purposes of holding my hand, but in order to find a foundation to rest the violence and stereotypes by which the film operates. The Royal Tenenbaums
2001 / Wes Anderson > The Royal Tenenbaums is ridiculous yet tactful, endearing when necessary and endlessly cathartic. It spends some time intriguingly setting up the familial landscape before falling back to let the action commence. It's not immediately apparent that there's anything here beyond Anderson's peculiar directing methods until he blitzkriegs into the last third of the film. One scene after another crescendos—without pomp—into a collusive, heartwarming and/or heartbreaking whole that delivers the knockout punch. A stellar cast and spotless performances, a concise and elegant screenplay and pitch perfect cinematography contribute to a sly and wry final product that supersedes its components into the annals of film history. Superbad
2007 / Greg Mottola > Superbad is a lot of fun but, unlike the subtle brilliance that's persisted in previous Mottola/Rogen works, childish jokes make up a bulk of its content. It straddles an awkward middle ground where it's neither intelligent nor stupid, and while that might work for some, I found it hard to position in my list of adolescent comedies. Cera's fine—his work on Arrested Development suits him better, but this is by no means a stretch. There are moments that are nice and cuddly yet not cheesy, which is a pleasant surprise. But ultimately, the storyline fails to stand out—as the "get laid before high school ends" plotline is anything but uncommon—and the afterglow is made less memorable by the fleeting nature of its juvenile jokes. Man of the Year
2006 / Barry Levinson > Immense is the level of frustration involved in watching Man of the Year. Levinson drops the balls on a premise that we've always joked about, packing it tightly and sweetly at the front and then quickly letting the air out of the bag until there's nothing left in the bag. It's a film about problems, but not solutions. It would have been impressive to actually see what a comedian does once he takes the oval office, but here the action is curtailed into an incredulous scenario which does nothing to advance the initial premise. The endgame is one that reads like an amateur parable, filled with one-sided morality and Hollywood cliche. After the wondrous Wag the Dog, this is a truly misguided film that could learn a lesson or two from Warren Beatty's Bulworth. Skip this, watch Robin Williams: Live on Broadway instead. Black Snake Moan
2007 / Craig Brewer > The "Black Snake Moan" scene is one of the most memorable this year, but aside from that, the film is a hard nut to crack. Brewer deserves notice for trying something different, but it may just be that he's wrapped this up in something fancy as to hide the fact that there's nothing inside at all. Surely, the story seems to unwrap that way, where by the end, nothing much has happened, but there is something almost taunting about the film that keeps you from turning away at times. Ricci is as strong as ever, Jackson is, well, himself and Timberlake, unfortunately, really drops the ball and makes me want to erase him off his scenes. Still, with Hustle & Flow and this under his belt, Brewer might be credited with a little more praise than he deserves, but thankfully his vision remains fresh and undiluted. Ocean's Thirteen
2007 / Steven Soderbergh > I had such distaste for the first sequel that I had little initial inclination to see this regardless of positive word of mouth. Thankfully, I let that slide because this is arguably more satisfying overall than even the original, albeit the level of disbelief you must suspend to thoroughly enjoy it is quite inexplicable. The overall show is as sharp and sleek as ever, and the addition of a spicy Ellen Barkin adds a nice bit of spunk on top. Ultimately, the fact that the bottom doesn't fall out of the plot in the first twenty minutes is a great reason it should survive most attention spans, if not overwhelm them. TMNT
2007 / Kevin Munroe > Harshly misjudged by critics who never appreciated the original cartoon series in its heyday, TMNT is incredibly beautiful, often funny, sometimes serious and overall enjoyable piece of work. It's not great cinema, and it doesn't go beyond its safe zones, but it does what it does well. I simply couldn't help at times to think that the animation was completely outsourced from Hong Kong, with its production values as good if not better than anything Pixar's put forth. Obviously, the story remains the key, and while it doesn't compete with Brad Bird's output, it ends up having a slightly more mature tone that should satisfy those who have grown with the turtles themselves. The Last Legion
2007 / Doug Lefler > As a huge fan of anything related to Ancient Rome, I was very much anticipating The Last Legion and its take on the dying days of the empire. Not shockingly, of course, disappointment rose up and stamped its feet well within the film's first fifteen minutes. Now, it would be silly to expect an accurate depiction of a period of such mayhem and corruption, but what amazes me is the absolute lack of imagination put forth by the writers here. The only thing they could come up with was to somehow link Julius Caesar to King Arthur, but even that is a weak, fleeting piece of amusement amidst a barrage of cliches and a plot that's driven by a game of cat and mouse. Moreover, Aishwarya Rai says she's turned down Hollywood offers where the scripts did not suit her, but this? I imagine since she got a chance to play a hardened female warrior while being held tightly in Colin Firth's bosom is enough to make up for a forgettable experience. Everything's Gone Green
2007 / Paul Fox > Douglas Coupland's screenplay has a subtle charm, that much is for sure, but what's magically missing is any substance. The film rides the coattails of capitalistic stereotypes while mixing in weak ideals of individualism. On a pure entertainment level, it doesn't shine, and on an inspirational level, it revels in its de-motivation by taking a one-sided view of ambition backed by a ridiculous plot. Transformers
2007 / Michael Bay > It's a not a perfect film, or even a good one. It has silly dialogue, little character development and a storyline that leaves one wanting more. But it does have: 1) Robots in Disguise™, 2) lots of awesome explosions, and 3) Megan Fox. The basic sense of childhood nostalgia that brought me to the theatres walked out fully satisfied (and this includes me yelling at the top of my lungs during many parts of the show). I do, however, feel that that any further films in the series (and unfortunately there seems to be a green light for two more) will simply water down the enjoyment gained in this first one. Rush Hour 3
2007 / Brett Ratner > One was good, two was entertaining, but against the good grace that third time's the charm, Ratner has thrown us a curve with one of the worst films of the year. Tucker may have put forth the single most annoying performance of the year, and Chan probably just enjoyed learning the secret to horses in pornography (see end credits for further clarification). The only thing that could save us now is a guarantee that there will be no fourth installation of such idiocy. Sweet Smell of Success
1957 / Alexander Mackendrick > Sweet Smell of Success is as dark and biting now as it must have been in its heyday. Burt Lancaster's performance as a ruthless society columnist is second only to Tony Curtis' mercurial, almost repulsive role as the public relations agent in constant need of dire favors. It's always interesting to see a film from half a century ago and think that the world hasn't changed much. While we all imagine a nice, quiet place pre-Internet, films like this are kind enough to show that people are always the same, and that it's just their surroundings that change as time goes on. The Simpsons Movie
2007 / David Silverman > Truth be told, there wasn't much that could've been done to fully satisfy me here. Wherein South Park: Bigger Longer & Uncut delivered what its title promised, The Simpsons Movie essentially failed in sufficiently going beyond the boundaries of what television could already provide. It's incredibly enjoyable, but not enough to keep it decisively memorable and separate from its broadcast brethren. (Bart's penis can barely hold a candle to the brilliance of "Uncle Fucka.") But it's The Simpsons Movie, and we've waited eighteen damn years for it. My expectations were high, sure, but it's still a grand showing. I think I even teared a little when the videotape played. The Lookout
2007 / Scott Frank > At a basic level, it's hard not to respect The Lookout for its relatively unique take on the heist genre. The film's move away from the standard setup theme is of interest, but the execution is sometimes flawed with staccato pacing and peripheral characters that come across extremely two-dimensional. Moreover, the gimmick of memory disorientation is utilized in a somewhat predictable way, even if the final sequence is a rather impressive one. 1408
2007 / Mikael Hafstrom > It pains me to say that the payoff in 1408 didn't suffice, because it's definitely a well-crafted psychological horror with none of the childish tactics of the latter two Saw films. Hafstrom has skill as a director (noted in both Derailed and Evil), but these scripts just don't do him justice. Or maybe I'm overestimating his ability past the pure technical aspect. Either way, Cusack's presence made the film bearable for me even if the end didn't equate. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
2007 / David Yates > I'm not a Harry Potter fanatic by any stretch of the imagination (i.e., I haven't read the books), so I find watching these films an idle form of entertainment. In such, it's hard for me to get riled up over them without understanding their long, literate histories (unlike my child-like giddiness towards Transformers). With Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, I do feel like I've missed out on a lot of the meat by not having read the books (and not refreshing my memories of the last four), but I did come out of the theatre feeling quite comfortable about Yates taking Harry into maturity. The darkened atmosphere surrounding Harry is quite welcoming to the sense of the world's impending battle between good and evil. Dolores Umbridge as well as Luna Lovegood add some fresh spices to the character pool, an act that Cho Chang (and that sad, pathetic kiss) absolutely fails at. Fundamentally, it's not always even or even coherent to us non-readers, and admittedly I did feel by the end that not much had happened. Retrospectively, however, it can be noted that many of the simple events that occur during the film are indeed rather significant in the battle against He Who Must Not Be Named. For that, I would've actually liked the film to have been longer, with more depth. Twelve and Holding
2006 / Michael Cuesta > Turning thirteen and technically becoming a teenager, that's when the struggles of adolescence becomes official. But there are always those who hit their strides earlier due to special events that surround their lives—family, death or love, for example. In these times, a child is forced to act years in advance of their actual age, replicating what they've learned from those around them and on television and books. But always in this state of being precocious, it's important to remember that they retain their naivety. That naivety is what Cuesta so very impressively portrays in Twelve and Holding. The challenge for a filmmaker with such material is never the shock factor one needs to achieve, but rather to justify its existence within the scope of the film. Cuesta's treatment is gentle, intelligent and all the while respectful to the nuances of growing up. Live Free or Die Hard
2007 / Len Wiseman > Die Hard films are about being in a position of impossibility. The building, the airplane—they made sense. But when Die Hard: With a Vengeance successfully moved away from that formula, the title became a bit of a misnomer. With Live Free or Die Hard, Wiseman moves even further away from the original premise, and those who remain loyal to the originals will undoubtedly be disappointed. But I've moved on, and this is one hell of an action-packed flick. Arguably the best summer adrenaline rush since Mission: Impossible 3, once McLane starts, he never stops (although Maggie Q almost makes that happen). Enjoy the mindlessness, don't think too hard about the economics or the technology and let Willis help you forget that he's 52 years old. Knocked Up
2007 / Judd Apatow > It often seems that for a film about relationships to be good, there has to be some destructive forces involved with cynicism abound. But Apatow is better than that: Judging from his work on Freaks and Geeks, where he tackled a topic of much maligned stereotypes with a level of reverence unfound elsewhere, he's figured out how to turn common, beaten topics into constructive expositions. In Knocked Up, he successfully balances the jokes, the pop culture references (often needed to understand the nuances of the male protagonist) and the reality of an accidental pregnancy. It's touching, it's commendable and it's got Matsui. Four Eyed Monsters
2006 / Susan Buice & Arin Crumley > I don't deny that the intent here is of great interest: How has the world of relationships evolved with the advent of social networking for those who are still somewhat lost, especially in their twenties? And with that, it starts off quite strong. But somewhere along the way, it digresses into issues of identity that are specific to a certain demographic (of which I can't entirely relate to). Ultimately, it's a deeply personal film by Buice and Crumley, who also star, and one that should attract those who have a certain sense of disillusionment from urban living vs. original expectations. The Namesake
2007 / Mira Nair > It's a rare thing that celluloid beats its paper foundation, but The Namesake does just that. Personally, I've found Jhumpa Lahiri's writing style to be better fitting for short stories, but maybe I'm biased: The first two-thirds of the novel deal with things I've personally experienced, while the third is fairly uncharted territory. For that, maybe Nair's pacing fit me better. The film itself is graceful, respectful, ignoring the stereotypes that often plague cinema that crosses cultural boundaries (and for this, both Lahiri and Nair ought to be credited). It's not perfect, but it has enough universal identification that it should be able to appeal to most of who have a chance to view it. The only dubious factor with the film is Kal Penn being casted for the lead role: He does a suitable job, but it's just hard to forget that this is Kumar we're talking about. The rest is quite appropriate, with special note to Tabu's performance as the beautiful, maturing mother who can make or break the viewer's heart. Spider-Man 3
2007 / Sam Raimi > I couldn't help but have high expectations for Raimi's latest venture: With the first sequel, he had fired on all cylinders. The emotions were on the dot, as was the action and the romance in-between. It was about Peter Parker, not Spider-Man or the villains. So, the third incarnation could only get better, right? Not exactly: The melodrama here is downright silly at times, and while there's definitely some fun to be had, it doesn't really satisfy in the end. In fact, if it wasn't for Venom's downright creepy, lingering presence, this would be almost unbearable. Reign Over Me
2007 / Mike Binder > In Reign Over Me, Binder continues displaying the skill of creating laughter in the face of tragedy he utilized so effectively in The Upside of Anger. And in doing so, he may have crafted one of the best films dealing with loss since The Sweet Hereafter, while taking an indirect approach towards 9/11 through a perspective that hasn't yet been fully explored. Sandler is spot on, but Cheadle, as he so often does, steals the show as the man who you know has problems but just can't face them. Sandler is his foil and while we see him transform, Cheadle follows suit ever so subtly. It has its slow moments and its awkward moments. It's not brilliant, and it isn't groundbreaking, but it has the kind of heart that one cannot often find in Hollywood these days. | ||||
