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Thursday, April 27, 2017

The (25 or so) Best Films of 2016






Travel back with me to 2016, the long-gone days where we still held a smidgen of hope for our country, and when we were treated to, arguably, the best two films of the last five years. I always resist making annual top ten lists because I hate the implication that the discussion for the year in film ends at #10. I found 2016 to be such an enjoyable year for film that I was compelled to write about 39 of them. (Yes, you get 14 bonus picks after my Top 25. You lucky dog.) Somewhere in the following five thousand words you’ll find a thought or four about nearly all of the year’s most acclaimed films, except for the four I didn’t like: Fences (it was a stage play done in front of a camera, with virtually no resemblance to cinematic art), Hacksaw Ridge (too fetishizing of its violence and too religious in its allegory), Paterson (too sedate), and Silence (I can’t figure out what that movie was even trying to say, or, frankly, why it needed to exist). And, because I’m writing this four months late (of course), 17 of the films have already made their way onto streaming services, which I make sure to point out.

Without further adieu, we’ll kick things off with the prevailing reason that my taste allegedly sucks.  

1.  La La Land (Directed by Damien Chazelle)
The most difficult film-related question I’ve had to field over the last six months is why I like La La Land better than Moonlight. I’ve struggled with it. There seems to be an unsaid implication that this opinion exposes me as an un-fully woke human. “He likes the movie about white people explaining jazz more than the movie about the abused gay black kid seeking acceptance.” Yes, I suppose I do. Moonlight is (probably) a more insightful work about the human condition than La La Land, but La La is both more joyous and, to me, a (slightly) more amazing display of cinema craft. You’re not wrong if you think that the human meaning inherent in Moonlight makes it a greater work, or that excellence in message is a higher calling for a work of art than excellence in technique. Under most circumstances, and in most years, I’d probably agree.

And yet, La La Land’s craft didn’t just amaze me, it helped me understand why I fell in love with cinema all over again. It’s use of color and lighting; it’s composition of frames; it’s choreography not just of humans, but also of camera movement; it’s appropriation of A Flock of Seagulls that somehow makes them retroactively cool; the way its production design uses false surfaces as a visual motif (which I didn’t even notice until my girlfriend pointed it out to me); the unabashed love of a nearly-extinct film genre and a nearly-extinct music genre to comment on how great art must move forward, but also sort of doesn’t always have to; and that tour de force final sequence that creatively gave me everything I could possibly want even as it was about the importance of not narratively giving us what we want. For a movie whose financial success largely depends on the perception that it will be a crowd pleaser, don’t underestimate how daring it is to so defiantly take a hard turn against pleasing the crowd.

Since the Oscar nominations first came out and La La Land tied the all-time record, it’s become cliché to call it grossly overrated, or to say that the singing and dancing were sub-par, therefore it sucked. You know, as though those are the only two metrics by which we judge films or something. The worst, most reductive thing you can possibly do to La La Land is say some equivalent of “Meh, they’re no Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.” Really, who else are Astaire and Rogers? Do we look at every great acting performance and say, “Meh, it’s no Brando or Daniel Day-Lewis”? Somehow, because La La Land is a musical, there’s a temptation to only judge it as such, as though it ceases to be a film in any other sense, or with any other calling. But make no mistake; La La Land is one of the most perfectly created films I’ve ever seen. And three viewings in, I only appreciate it more and more.  




2.  Moonlight (Directed by Barry Jenkins)
The least difficult film-related question I’ve had to field over the last six months is when someone, upon finding out I like La La Land better than Moonlight, asks me why I hate Moonlight. I don’t hate Moonlight, I think it’s a masterpiece. I just think it was the second-best masterpiece of 2016. Some years have more than one. I love Moonlight for so many things—its triptych structure; the devastating power in showing a child fearfully asking “Am I a faggot?”; the way it alternates between having a camera walking behind its characters to sometimes bathing their faces in dark light; its distinctive, jagged violin score that sounds emotionally combative yet utterly beautiful; the way it steadfastly refuses to resolve or reconcile its most painful moments. Indeed, the only thing I don’t love about Moonlight is the belief it ingrains in others that I’m supposed to love it the most. Our tastes are fickle, and no one’s opinionative history displays a perfect thru-line to universal objectivity. But man, do I fucking try.  

3.  Toni Erdmann (Directed by Maren Ade)
When I first saw Toni Erdmann at Toronto last fall, I did so purely out of a sense of duty; it was, after all, the best reviewed film at Cannes a few months earlier, by quite a wide margin. I definitely wouldn’t say I was excited for the movie. Toni Erdmann is a nearly 3-hour German comedy about a businesswoman’s strained relationship with her eccentric father, and his efforts to force himself back into her life. So tell me, after reading that description, how excited are you to see Toni Erdmann? And yet, what a film! First of all, it’s the funniest film of the year. It is undoubtedly the longest comedy I’ve ever seen (comedies are almost never over two hours), but I was still laughing uproariously in the final 20 minutes. It also has a show-stopping moment set to a Whitney Houston song, and it has the most, ummm… unique nude scene I’ve probably ever seen. (Borat aside.) But above all else, it is, simply, an unforgettable portrait of a father trying to show his daughter he cares, in every terrible, hopelessly misguided way he can think of.

4.  I Am Not Your Negro (Directed by Raoul Peck)
I Am Not Your Negro isn’t as much a documentary as it is a visual essay. It seeks not to educate its audience about the facts or events of a topic, but rather to present ideas and provoke mental interaction with them. In this case, the ideas come from unfinished James Baldwin writings about the presentation of black people in (then) modern society. With Samuel L. Jackson (in the most subtly measured performance he’s ever given) narrating James Baldwin’s words, the film portrays contemporary thoughts and ideas of what society believes and expects black people to be, and attempts to ask why those same thoughts and ideas exist. What drives those expectations, and why do we need them? What do their perpetuated existence say about us? Ultimately, Baldwin tells us the answers must come from within ourselves, but only if we’re willing to truly ask the questions. This is a necessary film for anyone that seeks to understand race in America.

5.  Hell or High Water (Directed by David Mackenzie)
There’s a scene midway through Hell or High Water where two characters go to a restaurant in a small Texas town and encounter a very old, very ornery waitress, and she proceeds to rudely tell them what they’re going to order. It’s a funny scene, but the film isn’t a comedy. The scene has no bearing on the plot whatsoever. Rather, the scene is only there to immerse us into the world of the characters. Most films only care to do this at the beginning, before getting on with the story, but most films never feel as authentic as Hell or High Water. Written by Taylor Sheridan (Sicario) and directed by David Mackenzie (of the criminally under-seen Starred Up), the film is, on the surface, about two brothers who start robbing banks in small towns across the Texas countryside. But what’s really being dealt with are the universal themes of how our lot in life can define our opportunities, and how the past ain’t ever truly done with us—both of which will haunt you in the film’s incredible, unconventional denouement.




6.  Captain Fantastic (Directed by Matt Ross)
      Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
First thing’s first: No, this is not a superhero or comic book movie. It’s just a poorly titled film about (vaguely) realistic people. Viggo Mortensen stars as a father of six, raising his kids in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, teaching them to live off the land, as well as teaching them multiple languages, history, literature, philosophy, mountain-climbing, that “interesting” is a terrible adjective, and that “Noam Chomsky Day” is a less-capitalist alternative to Christmas. Then the kids are forced back into society and are confronted with how unprepared for the real world they really are. The funniest joke I heard about Captain Fantastic is that it’s “the origin story for the most annoying kid in your freshman dorm.” That’s probably true, but it’s also too reductive for a story that really has a lot to say about the range of choices parents make, good and bad, and how no matter what you do, no matter how noble, your kids are always losing something in the equation. You’re always, directly or indirectly, making them bad at something. Other than La La Land, no 2016 movie purely delighted me as much as Captain Fantastic.

7.  Manchester by the Sea (Directed by Kenneth Longergan)
Only once every few years do we see an acting performance that will get watched and studied for generations. Casey Affleck’s portrayal of a Boston janitor harboring a tragic past in Manchester by the Sea is that kind of performance. As an emotional journey into the way pain shapes us, Manchester by the Sea is every bit the equal of Moonlight, and maybe even its better. But Moonlight, through its craft (shot composition, color, score, lighting, editing), allows you to watch it in such a way that you can be dazzled by what it’s doing independent from the story that it’s telling. Manchester doesn’t do that; it doesn’t ornament its story with any stylistic flourishes (other than a few moments of humor) that allow the pain to come in second place. It’s just there, gurgling up from the center, ready to consume you. That doesn’t make it an objectively worse film, but it does make it a film I’ll have less interest in revisiting over the years.

8.  Don’t Think Twice (Directed by Mike Birbiglia)
Sometimes the simplest stories are the ones that deal with the widest, most complex sets of emotions. When a tight-knit NYC improv troupe sees one of their members get hired by Saturday Night Live, the rest of the group are left to question why they aren’t the ones getting the big break. Don’t Think Twice is really an exploration of the various reasons that people don’t “make it.” For some it’s self-sabotage and fear of success. For some it’s laziness. For some it might simply be bad luck. And for some, it’s facing the hard truth that they just aren’t quite good enough. Don’t Think Twice stays fairly light-hearted, and it avoids getting too philosophical or preachy about any of the avenues it travels. That’s because this isn’t a movie interested in telling you what to think as much as it wants to just remind you that those thoughts and fears are lurking within you.

9.  Arrival (Directed by Denis Villeneuve)
Few films feel more important in Trump’s America than one about a woman solving an international crisis through her intellectual expertise and her unwavering compassion. Villeneuve’s Prisoners and Sicario were two of my favorite films in the last few years, so I felt confident he was primed to break out as a major director. And yet, Arrival represents a major change in theme from his other work. Villeneuve’s previous films have largely been about people justifying their worst natures to themselves. Arrival, on the other hand, is about everyone else doing that, while the main character finds her best self at the moment she can do the most good. It’s almost like, after years of exploring humanity’s worst tendencies, Villeneuve emerged through the other side with a renewed belief in our capacity to love one another and do the right thing. Hey, I guess that’s another reason we needed this story in 2016.

10.  The Nice Guys (Directed by Shane Black)
Currently streaming on HBOGo and HBONow
Like Woody Allen, Shane Black doesn’t make new movies as much as he just rewrites his old ones. The Nice Guys is every Shane Black movie—it takes place in LA; it involves mismatched partners who only begrudgingly tolerate each other; there’s an investigation into a missing girl; it inevitably involves the porn industry and a huge party at a mansion in the Hollywood Hills; and nearly every major plot development happens by accident or coincidence. Black even made an Iron Man movie and still (mostly) fit it to his singular formula. So yeah, The Nice Guys isn’t showing us anything new. But it is showing us the best possible version of something we’ve seen (and loved) before. Ryan Gosling has never been funnier (it’s his best acting performance of the year, and yes, I realize what film I placed #1 on this list), the fashion and facial hair have never been more questionable, and the coincidences that drive the story have never been more ludicrous. The Nice Guys is the most purely fun movie of 2016.

11.  The Founder (Directed by John Lee Hancock)
One of the true mysteries of the 2016 awards season, at least to me, is why the Weinstein Company declined to mount an Oscar campaign for Michael Keaton and The Founder. While the story of Ray Kroc, the man who brought McDonalds to the world, might not seem like the most cinematic tale, I found it to be one of the great depictions of that specific, sinister breed of totalitarian capitalism that only seems to come from America. Keaton, in his inimitable “Come on, let’s get nuts!” kind of way, perfectly captures the subtle pathos of Kroc, whose Mid-western grit and earnestness inspire you to root for him, right until he stands revealed as the Michael Corleone of the fast food industry. The Founder is also a deceptively visual film; the scene where the McDonald brothers tell Kroc how they designed their kitchen is brilliantly staged.




12.  Hidden Figures (Directed by Ted Melfi)
Similar to The Martian last year, Hidden Figures is one of those rare movies that show what modern Hollywood can still do when it’s really firing on all cylinders. It’s a wonderful, rousing piece of entertainment, with movie stars at the top of their game, snappy dialogue, and a feel-good depiction of brilliant people using their brilliance in inspiring ways. Hidden Figures is a crowd pleaser in the truest, most honorable sense of the term.  

13.  Green Room (Directed by Jeremy Saulnier)
      Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
When a hardcore band witnesses a murder after being unwittingly duped into playing a white supremacist rally in the woods, they’re suddenly trying to escape with their lives. The high concept boils down to punks vs. neo-Nazis, but there’s never a single moment in Green Room where you’ll feel like you’re watching something contrived, or even something that’s trying to rely on an unearned sense of edgy coolness. After 2014’s underrated Blue Ruin showed us the torture that Jeremy Saulnier was capable of inflicting on just one main character, he clearly enjoys the wider net of sadistic possibilities afforded to him by a large ensemble cast. But everything that happens feels completely logical within the context of the film. Green Room is the most intense film of the year, and no one, including the viewer, comes through unscathed.

14.  Indignation (Directed by James Schamus)
      Currently streaming on HBOGo and HBONow
Indignation, based on the Philip Roth novel, is sort of about being an atheist at a small college in the 1950s, and it’s kind of about getting a blowjob on the first date. With both circumstances, the film explores the way we brand behaviors as uncouth and attribute labels to their perpetrators. And these pigeonholings have consequences upon us. They alter our lives and they sap our dignity. Logan Lerman gives the year’s best “I didn’t know he had it in him” performance—I now expect him to be a major actor of his generation. There’s a long, show-stopping scene in the center of the film where Lerman goes toe-to-toe with Tracy Letts (the Pulitzer-winning playwright, here playing a college dean) that’s as good as nearly any other scene from 2016.

15.  The Edge of Seventeen (Directed by Kelly Fremon Craig)
It took nearly ten years of waiting, but the Superbad-for-girls comedy we’ve all been pining for is finally here. And I don’t mean a raunchy comedy where the high school girls talk about what porn subscriptions they’ll order once they’re in college; No, I mean a movie from a teen girl’s perspective that, like Superbad, depicts the exact moment where your best friend lets you down in order to pursue the opposite sex. Writer/director Kelly Fremon Craig, in her directorial debut, announces herself as a major filmmaker to watch, and Hailee Steinfeld finally comes through on the immense potential she showed in True Grit.

16.  A Monster Calls (J.A. Bayona)
This pseudo-fantasy story, about a bullied British boy who imagines a giant monster to help him cope with his rage at his mother dying of cancer, doesn’t always work; it’s probably the most flawed film on this list. But it also has scenes that are so gorgeous (the animated sequences that portray allegorical tales the monster tells him) and so devastating (the finale) that it demands recognition as one of the year’s best. While Manchester by the Sea is one of the greatest portrayals of an adult dealing with insurmountable pain, A Monster Calls is nearly its equal in portraying how a child deals with it.

17.  The Witch (Directed by Robert Eggers)
      Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
I believe great horror must do two things—immerse you in the world, and then take its damn time. In The Shining, for example, by the time Jack Torrance loses his shit, you can just about draw the entire blueprint of the Overlook Hotel. So it is with The Witch, a film with a 17th century New England setting so meticulously researched and created that it almost feels like a documentary at times. And unlike most horror, The Witch spends much of its time in daylight (though always overcast and dreary), and in wide-open spaces. It doesn’t rely on the cheap thrills of corners and darkness; instead, it convinces you that knowing your surroundings, yet still feeling unmistakably that something menacing is out there, is the scariest circumstance of all.

18.  Land of Mine (Directed by Martin Zandvliet)
Just when you think there couldn’t possibly be new angles for an anti-war film, Land of Mine presents a great one, and it’s a true story: in the summer of 1945, just after the Nazi surrender, German POWs in Denmark were forced to defuse the two million landmines the Nazis had planted along the Danish coast. Many of the POWs tasked to do this were teenagers, and about half of them lost their lives in the process. The film takes the perspective of a Danish sergeant in charge of the POWs, who begins to question the barbarism of his orders, and the senseless loss of life still resulting from a war that had theoretically ended. While the narrative is fairly straightforward, the imagery and pacing straddles a delicate emotional line which neither milks the deaths, nor desensitizes the viewer to their consequence.

19.  Jackie (Directed by Pablo Larraín)
Don’t think of Jackie as a biopic of the titular icon. Rather, it’s an attempt to see the hours and days following JFK’s assassination through the eyes and emotions of someone who was always present, but not really given a voice or any semblance of control during the ensuing maelstrom. It reminded me a lot of Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette (a film I liked far more than most), just without the punk soundtrack. Both films are about the emotional interiors of theoretically rich and powerful women who actually felt no power at all.

20.  The Lobster (Directed by Yorgos Lanthimos)
Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
The Greek absurdist behind 2008’s Oscar-nominated Dogtooth made his English-language debut with The Lobster, which tells the story of a near-future society that sends its single people to an isolated hotel in the woods, where they’re obligated to find a romantic partner within 45 days or be turned into an animal of their choice and released into the wild. What ensues defies pretty much any explanation, and must be seen firsthand. I wasn’t quite as high on the film as several people—the second half lost a lot of steam, and I thought the film would have been better served by ending about two minutes earlier than it did. But even still, The Lobster is one of the most unique films of the decade, and it will give you plenty to dwell on about the concessions we make to our individuality for the sake of pairing up, and the ways in which we convince ourselves we’ve found the “right” person.

21.  Nocturnal Animals (Directed by Tom Ford)
Fashion icon Tom Ford made one of the best directorial debuts in recent film history with 2009’s A Single Man, but no one expected to wait seven years for a follow-up, let alone one that was so dark. Nocturnal Animals seems to have divided critics (The New York Times’ Wesley Morris said it was the worst movie he saw in 2016), and I’m not convinced it’ll retain its power on a second viewing, but I found it to be an utterly hypnotic descent into the darkest Lynch-ian corners of the mind. And, to the surprise of no one, Ford sure knows how to compose a great visual.

22.  20th Century Women (Directed by Mike Mills)
Something Mike Mills does better than any other contemporary filmmaker is figure out how to visually contextualize how his characters were shaped by when they grew up. I’ve been harping for five years that Mills’ previous film, 2011’s Beginners, is the best film of the decade that almost no one saw. Beginners was about Mills’ father coming out of the closet in his ‘70s, while 20th Century Women is about the way Mills’ mother raised him. In both cases, Mills contrasts his parents’ perceptions of normalcy with his own using historical footage, old Polaroid photos, and sociological facts of the day. That probably sounds sufficiently unexciting, but Mills deftly figures out how to keep the proceedings lighthearted with great lines and great tunes (there are multiple Talking Heads ear-sightings). While 20th Century Women doesn’t come together in quite as lovely a way as Beginners did, Mills has forged himself a unique niche that feels almost like Wes Anderson embracing realism.   

23.  The Eagle Huntress (Directed by Otto Bell)
In the desolation of rural Mongolia, nomadic tribes have selected and trained men to hunt with eagles for hundreds of years. But in this uplifting documentary, a 13-year-old girl named Aisholpan convinces her father to train her (against the wishes of the tribe elders). She then becomes the first female to enter the competition at the annual Golden Eagle Festival, and I know you won’t believe this, but she wins. I make the proceedings sound formulaic, but this wasn’t dreamt up in a Disney boardroom. The Eagle Huntress is a documentary, and it’s an incredibly inspiring one. Every man with a daughter between the ages of 7 and 15 should be required to watch this movie together.

24.  Sing Street (Directed by John Carney)
Currently streaming on Netflix
John Carney already won our music hearts with 2007’s Once, and then proved he wasn’t a one-hit wonder with 2014’s underrated Begin Again. Sing Street, about a teenager in ‘80s Dublin who forms a band to impress a girl, finds a middle ground between Carney’s two previous musical gems—it’s as bright, fun, and lively as Begin Again (actually more so), and it takes us back to the personal setting of Once. But what Sing Street does best is give us a wonderful set of songs. As the band cycles through different ‘80s pop influences (Duran Duran, A-ha, The Cure, etc.), the songs they write legitimately sound like they could have been hits from the bands they’re emulating. Indeed, the year’s biggest Oscar tragedy is that the climactic song, “Drive It Like You Stole It,” wasn’t among the Best Original Song nominees.



25.  Rams (Directed by Grímur Hákonarson)
Currently streaming on Netflix
In this comedy set in the wilds of rural Iceland, two rival sheepherders live next door to each other and haven’t spoken in 40 years. Oh, they also happen to be brothers. When a disease breaks out amid the area’s livestock, the ensuing ridiculous behavior is all kinds of stubborn, but also full of honest familial emotion.

14 Other Films I Recommend (alphabetically)

The 13th (Directed by Ava DuVernay)
     Currently streaming on Netflix
Our country’s over-incarceration of African-Americans won’t (or at least shouldn’t) come as a surprise to you, but the way this documentary tells the story—and the numbers it throws at you—will sear into your brain.
Denial (Directed by Mick Jackson)
2016 was the perfect year for a dramatization of a real British libel trial from the ‘90s brought by an infamous Holocaust denier. The film acts as an interesting, and timely, commentary on how we prove the existence of fact.
Everybody Wants Some!! (Directed by Richard Linklater)
     Currently streaming on Amazon Prime and Hulu
This pseudo-sequel to Dazed and Confused isn’t as revelatory as its predecessor, but it’s nearly as fun.
Eye in the Sky (Directed by Gavin Hood) 
     Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
Films about drone strikes are becoming a bit tiresome, but this is the best one so far—a nearly real-time thriller that features Helen Mirren and the late Alan Rickman, in one of his final performances.
The Handmaiden (Directed by Chan-wook Park)
     Currently streaming on Amazon Prime
It’s the year’s best Korean lesbian period piece sex mystery. And it had one of the best trailers ever.



Hunt for the Wilderpeople (Directed by Taiki Waititi)
     Currently streaming on Hulu
Kiwi accents make everything better, especially in this tale of a fat orphan on the run in the woods with his crazy foster uncle (a never-better Sam Neill) and their dog, Tupac.
Jason Bourne (Directed by Paul Greengrass)
The Damon/Greengrass/Bourne combo has me at hello.
Lion (Directed by Garth Davis)
This classic weepy defies you not to fall for it, and reminds us all of technology’s capacity to bring us together.
The Man Who Knew Infinity (Directed by Matthew Brown)
     Currently streaming on Hulu
It’s a stuffy British period drama about mathematicians. Yet, somehow, quite good.
Miles Ahead (Directed by Don Cheadle)
     Currently streaming on STARZ
Not exactly a biopic (of Miles Davis), and probably not even remotely true, but it’s an interesting approach to capturing a legend.
Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (Directed by Gareth Edwards)
It’s very slow to get going, but once you get through the not-particularly-well-handled character intros, it turns into the year’s most rousing adventure flick. And the last 20 minutes are nearly everything you could want from a Star Wars yarn.
Star Trek Beyond (Directed by Justin Lin)
Three films into the reboot and the series continues to be exciting, sophisticated entertainment. Plus, it features the best use of a Beastie Boys song you’ll ever see in a movie.




Tickled (Directed by David Farrier & Dylan Reeve)
     Currently streaking on HBOGo and HBONow
In the strangest documentary you will ever see, a journalist from New Zealand gets caught up in the secret underground world of “competitive endurance tickling,” and finds himself an unwitting target of the shadowy leader of a secret tickling-fetish empire. You’ll have to remind yourself several times while watching this film, Yes, this really happened.
Under the Shadow (Directed by Babak Anvari)
     Currently streaming on Netflix
Exorcist/Rosemary’s Baby–style mother/child horror, but set in 1988 Tehran against the backdrop of the Iran/Iraq war.




Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Best Scene from The Wire

A few days ago, Grantland asked their writers to each talk about their favorite scene from the greatest TV show of all time, The Wire. Most of the choices were unsurprising in a good way—the opening of the first episode, Avon and Stringer on the balcony reminiscing about their reign, Bunk and McNulty solving a murder with a one-word vocabulary, the greatest chess lesson ever—as far as Wire scenes go, those are all first-ballot Hall-of-Famers. And some of the choices were great under-the-radar scenes that instantly remind you how funny the show could be—Clay Davis on the witness stand, Bunk burning his clothes, Slim Charles talking about church crowns… the possibilities were myriad. But even still, there was a glaring omission, and it happened to be my single favorite scene from the show.

For those of you that haven’t yet watched The Wire (and for the love of god, what are you waiting for?), this is a pretty substantial spoiler, so proceed with caution. But if you still want to continue, here’s a brief set-up: Snoop is one of the chief assassins for the head drug kingpin of West Baltimore, Marlo. Michael is Snoop’s young protégé, but after he’s seen being questioned by the police, Marlo orders her to kill him. Snoop picks Michael up and tells him there’s something they need to go do, but Michael can tell something’s wrong…

Like nearly everything about The Wire, the greatness of this scene lies in the combination of fantastic drama on the surface and harsh truth in the subtext. Early in the scene, Snoop says “Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it,” which was also a key line from the climax of Clint Eastwood’s 1992 Best Picture winner, Unforgiven. In that film, Eastwood’s William Muny says it just before killing Little Bill, the evil sheriff played by Gene Hackman. Bill says he doesn’t deserve to die that way, but it doesn’t matter to Muny, who only cares about revenge. The key to that line in Unforgiven is that, in some cases, bigger things are at work than fairness. But it’s different in the world of West Baltimore. When Snoop says, “Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it,” she really means it. There are the rules of the game, and that’s all there is. That Michael would even think about what someone deserves just proves how unfit he was for the path he walked. “You was never one of us,” Snoop tells him. “And you never could be.”

The most shocking and memorable part of the scene is also the most revealing. When Snoop knows it’s over, she doesn’t try anything, doesn’t plead, and doesn’t even appear sad. “How my hair look, Mike?” she asks. At first, this line seems quasi-ridiculous and only included for the sake of being poignant and memorable. But the more it sinks in, the more dead-on realistic it feels. Some people are meant for the game, and some aren’t. When Wallace’s ticket gets punched in Season One, Bodie yells at him to take it like a man. But Wallace can’t, because he was never equipped to lead the life of a corner boy. For him, there’s no such thing as a manly way to handle death. Snoop is a different animal. She understands the mortality of the life she’s chosen. Or, perhaps more accurately, she understands that mortality isn’t even something to understand. Like she says, sometimes “it’s [your] time, that’s all.”

And that’s one of the most depressing lessons from The Wire: in the drug trade, your name means something, and your reputation means something, but your life doesn’t. There was a telling line in David Fincher’s American version of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo where the killer says “it’s interesting how the fear of insulting can be more powerful that the fear of death.” In The Wire, there virtually is no fear of death, only the fear of losing your credibility. Snoop doesn’t have a life; she has a gun, a car, a nail gun, and a lot of black hoodies, and she does what she’s told. But she has credibility. She knows the rules of the game. And when she realized it was her time, the only thing that mattered at that point was how she went out. Girl wanted to look her best.

It’s easy for shows and movies to manufacture fake sadness, but the scenes that really live in our minds and still depress us years later are the ones grounded in deep, unspeakable truth. It’s upsetting to watch Snoop face her death because she treats it as nothing more than a minor inconvenience, and it’s this lack of understanding in the value of life that lies at the center of so much pain in The Wire.

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And just for the hell of it, here are six more of my favorite moments from The Wire that weren’t mentioned in the Grantland piece:

1. The ending montage from Season Two, set to Steve Earle’s “I Feel Alright.”

2. Bunny Colvin revealing the existence of Hamsterdam at the deputy ops meeting.

3. Rawls playing “Ride of the Valkyries” as the cops swoop in and take down Hamsterdam.

4. Carver realizing that both he, and the system, had failed Randy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

5. Bodie realizing he has to change or die, and choosing the latter.

6. Marlo strolling down to the corners in his suit, compelled to prove that the streets were still his.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Best of the 2000s: City of God (2003)



Note: This is the first in what will be a frequently continuing series of posts over the next year that spotlight the best movies of the 00s, albeit in a completely random order.


First up: City of God (2003) – Directed by Fernando Meirelles


Decades from now, when the dust kicked up during the early part of the 21st century has settled, I expect film historians and enthusiasts will argue that City of God might have been the best movie of the decade. Really, it has everything you could want from a movie: It seamlessly straddles being entertaining and deep, artful and accessible, bombastic and intimate. And it may well be remembered as the movie that finally took the styles innovated by Quentin Tarantino, Guy Ritchie, and Danny Boyle and employed them to tell a truly meaningful story about the world we live in (much as I passionately love them, Pulp Fiction, Trainspotting, and Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels don’t exactly change the way people view the world).

In a scant 130 minutes, first time feature director Fernando Meirelles manages to weave two decades worth of crime in one of the world’s largest cities into a cohesive story about the heartbreaking cycle of violence the children living in Rio de Janeiro’s slums find themselves born into. Centering around Rocket, the younger brother of one of the slum’s original rebels without a cause, we follow his journey as he watches various crime lords rise and fall, all the while continuously trying to pull out of the scene he keeps finding himself tumbling back into.

While you can view the trailer here, you’re better off just checking out the first five minutes of the movie. Very few movies are able to flawlessly draw the audience into a totally foreign world in the span of an opening credit sequence, but City of God is one of those movies. The editing pulsates at the pace of a latin drum beat, while the colors teem with as much life as the rain forest. And we even get a great acting performance out of a chicken. (Sadly, Youtube doesn’t seem to have a subtitled version of this clip; while the style is far more important than the dialogue, know that when you rent the movie, you’ll understand what is being said.)


I’ve always believed in the ability of great films to inform who we are and how we think about things, and City of God is a perfect example. So many of us living in the silver spoon of American life don’t have any conception of true poverty, the kind in which the best prospects for getting out is to live fast and die young. Many characters in City of God aren’t killed as much they are swallowed whole by a way of life they had no power to choose against. Countless TV critics have praised the fourth season of The Wire (and rightfully so) for its expert chronicle of the way young kids find themselves involved in the drug trade; City of God deals with the same issues, except in a world where a way out simply does not exist.

It’s fascinating to watch the movie in hindsight, because it seems like a more realistic and interesting version of Slumdog Millionaire, which, after all, won Best Picture. When Slumdog came out, I called it a live action version of a Disney fairytale. Now, I just think it’s the Disney version of City of God. So for anyone that enjoyed Slumdog, do yourself a favor and check out the caffeinated version.