2023 was a fantastic year for films. Of the films I chose to see this year, it’s tough for me to single out any I didn’t genuinely like. And there’s a disproportionate list of really good films that didn’t get anywhere near the Oscars: After Love, Air, All Dirt Roads Taste Of Salt, All Of Us Strangers, Are You There, God, It’s Me, Margaret, Dream Scenario, Earth Mama, Ferrari, Memory, Palm Trees And Power Lines, Passages, Priscilla, Quiz Lady, Reality, Sharper, Showing Up, You Hurt My Feelings. The Super Mario Bros. Movie – unnominated in animation – came in second at the box office. Number One? Barbie, directed by – wait, let me check my notes – oh, yeah, unnominated Greta Gerwig. Four of the top five Disney box office films were shut out, and only John Williams saved Indiana Jones from being fifth of five. Usually undeserving films squeeze in anyway because of studio / distributor P.R. blitzkriegs during the holidays. This year they’re all good; the old school aged very quickly while Megan Ellison of A24 handed then their asses. The mega-millions franchise films are losing their riz, while smart independents with real money behind them continue to stick around
Admittedly, a number of these films didn’t qualify, as they didn’t have theatrical runs – streaming only. I don’t get why the studios and distributors keep pushing streaming content so much – they don’t make nearly as much money as a healthy movie screen run. Streaming seemed effective and profitable, but Noo…
I also know the nominees are all great films because of how impossible it is to rank them. This is, of course, part of the argument against awards shows; choosing specific winners from such diverse subject matter is, in many ways, self-defeating.
Best Picture:
American Fiction – a smartly written, well-conceived examination of how art filters, and filters through, reality, honestly or manipulatively, opportunistically or shamefully. Having trouble negotiating the new shifting landscapes of wokeness and representation, Thelonius “Monk” Ellison is persuaded to take a break from academia. He heads home to Boston from L.A. and reacquaints himself with his family: his aging Mom Agnes (Leslie Uggams), like-minded sister Lisa (Tracee Ellis Ross) and, a bit later, his wild-oats-sowing brother Cliff (Sterling K. Brown). Monk stews over criticism that his own books are dismissed as too soft, and not “black” enough. Tired of the bestselling books that exploit and distort lived black experience, specifically the alleged brain-dead doorstop We’s Lives in Da Ghetto by Sintara Golden (Issa Rae), Monk writes his own purple-prose version of a cliched inner-city black crime saga featuring guns, drugs and messed-up families – My Pafology by “Stagg R. Leigh,” maliciously snickering throughout his labors. Of course, the manuscript gets distributed and wildly succeeds. Arthur, his agent (John Ortiz) encourages him to grab the reins and ride this winner home, but despite the satisfaction of proving himself right, he has very mixed feelings, alternately promoting and sabotaging his blockbuster. Some well-measured hilarity ensues, but unfortunate little sprouts of smug condescension still poke through this otherwise masterful and thoughtfully written satire. The performances are flawless throughout, and Cord Jefferson’s debut feature (he came from journalism, then writing television) definitely deserves to be in this league.
Anatomy Of A Fall – “(Justine Triet’s) ensuing narrative is, indeed, the “anatomy” of the Maleski family, and what might have led to Samuel’s death.
“The obvious question is “Did He Jump or Was He Pushed?” – and the obvious suspect for the latter is his wife. Sandra isn’t immediately charged; in fact, it’s pretty clear that the vigorous and efficient police investigation is more about the truth of the circumstances rather than landing on a perpetrator, which is also a pretty good summary of Triet’s narrative strategy as well.”
“Triet here (with her reliable writing partner Arthur Harari) revels in the complexities, the details, the incongruities and the unpredictability of her characters. The film looks great, shot by Simon Beaufils, but isn’t particularly cinematic; it’s too fussy and repetitive, is probably 45 minutes too long, and at one point I exasperatingly decided that they couldn’t tuck in all of the loose ends, gave up, and stuck with the story that the ambiguities were all on purpose.”
Barbie – Greta Gerwig’s terrific fantasia works like a Warner Bros. cartoon from the early 50’s – little kids will love it for the visual audacity, music, fun surprises and bigger-than-life characters, and adults will love it for the canny and pointed adult critique of gender roles, commodification, commercialization and disposable culture. But it’s all genuinely smart and funny, and looks great.
Barbie lives in Barbieland with a wide but tasteful assortment of other Barbies and Kens-in-waiting. At some point, Barbie gets a notion of her own mortality, even though her showers are never wet, and her food is never eaten. She makes a break for the real world (unaware that Ken [Ryan Gosling, effortlessly entertaining] has stowed away in the car to stick with her) and they discover that, unlike Barbieland, here the men are in charge, and being female is oppressive and infuriating, when it’s not just flat-out depressing. Her real-world guide turns out to be Gloria (America Ferrara), a secretary at Mattel, who has a cynical and pragmatic daughter Sasha (Ariana Greenblatt) and a few ideas of how to update Barbie for how life in the real world has turned out for women. Among other things, they involve cellulite… and mortality.
Meanwhile, after scoping out the real world for himself, Ken brings his newfound discovery of patriarchy (and ponies!) back to Barbieland, and transforms it into Kendom, transforming the other Barbies into cocktail waitresses and the dreamhouses into chapters of Sigma Chi. Barbie is devastated and defeated, but gets a lift from Gloria and young Sasha, arriving in time to revive Barbie and prepare for beach war with the Kens.
Sasha really gets it: “Kendom contains the seeds of its own destruction…Now that they think they have power over you, you make them question whether they have enough power over each other.”
This’ll start to get repetitive, but Barbie is a really good movie; it will nonetheless most likely end the evening empty-handed. But Greta Gerwig is the real deal, a major-league filmmaker who isn’t going anywhere, and just made Warner Bros. and Mattel the #1 box office winner of 2023. She don’t need no stinking Oscar.
The Holdovers – A thoroughly professional filmed entertainment, adapted and shot by seasoned pros, featuring impressive performances by all involved, but especially Paul Giamatti and Da’Vine Joy Randolph.
A teacher (Giamatti) is persuaded to stay with, and supervise, a small group of prep-school students who are unable to go home for the holidays. Their chief-cook-and-bottle-washer, Mary Lamb (Randolph), has worked at the school for years; because of that her son was afforded an education there, but was then drafted into the army and killed.
“Like CODA from two years ago, it’s a comedic crowd-pleaser featuring just enough intelligence, eccentricity and empathy to relate a good story in a way that will challenge or offend absolutely no one.”
Killers Of The Flower Moon – “Leonardo DiCaprio does great work with a not-very-bright character who isn’t all that likeable, yet we’re still hopeful for him near the end. That’s tough – that’s good acting. It’s also the best, most arresting performance in years for DeNiro as well. Again, any other year… As you’ve no doubt heard, Lily Gladstone is revelatory here. She spends much of the latter part of the film in sweaty delirium and is still the heart and soul of the narrative.” She’s one of the film’s best shots for an Oscar, along with Robbie Robertson’s musical score.
William “King” Hale owns a cattle ranch in Oklahoma adjacent to the Osage reservation outside of Fairfax. The Osage discover their land is rich with oil, and commence to making enormous fortunes, which persuades the white establishment there to horn in on that windfall, literally by hook or by crook. Hale’s nephew, Ernest (DiCaprio) marries an Osage woman, Mollie (Lily Gladstone) and makes a home for her while being complicit in separating Mollie’s family from their oil money and abetting murder.
“In any other year, this film would have mopped up six or eight categories. And it’s absolutely a must-see, preferably in the biggest theater you can find. But settling for your TV at home will be just fine if you can avoid the usual distractions. This is incomparable American storytelling… I think I have to rate this thoroughly superb film in the Goodfellas (1990) league.”
Maestro – “(Bradley) Cooper’s second feature film, Maestro (U.S., 2023) his biographical treatment of world-class composer, conductor, musician and educator Leonard Bernstein, and his actress wife and mother of their children Felicia Montealegre (Carey Mulligan), has given (Cooper) a far more challenging degree of difficulty to overcome. Once again, God bless ‘im, like A Star Is Born, acting the lead role, writing the screenplay (with Josh Singer) and directing the film leaves us with a patchwork struggling to be a quilt. He has given us a genuinely intelligent film with a lot of interesting visual ideas, a number of impressive performances and a sincere regard for these characters, but there are just too many moving parts, too many spinning plates in the air; the great ideas flash past quickly, the underlying tectonics heave and fracture, and the conclusion of the saga leaves us with far less than the sum of the parts of these two profoundly fascinating characters.”
“Watching him be recognized, and then losing Oscars anyway, will be cruel and unfair this year. But there’s more where this came from, trust me. He’ll be fine, sadder but wiser.”
Oppenheimer – Hollywood’s always happy when a really good movie targeted for adult audiences does well at the box office. Christopher Nolan generally delivers on that, with the possible exception of Tenet, which had Covid running a bit of interference on its theatrical numbers. I still think The Dark Knight is his best film to date, warts and all, but Oppenheimer is damned impressive. The storytelling is admirably tight this time, even allowing for his usual temporal and visual trickery, and it’s clear he’s a director that other actors are happy to collaborate with. This is the expected Best Picture winner, and perhaps rightly so, but I wish he could get a better handle on his female characters. Florence Pugh does what she can with Jean Tatlock, but primarily comes off as pushy and abrupt, and, even in intimacy, is held at emotional arm’s length by Oppenheimer. Kitty Oppenheimer’s marriage to Robert was her fourth, and she was a formidable scientist and Communist herself, a fascinating character that Nolan barely scratched the surface of. It’s Oppenheimer’s film, clearly, but it’s a shame he couldn’t give Emily Blunt a bit more to work with.
Technically, of course, the film is, again, irreproachable. Hoyte Van Hoytema never shies from Nolan’s admirable sense of visual scale and is Nolan’s go-to; this is more excellent work, taken up just after shooting Nope for Jordan Peele. This is Jennifer Lame’s second editing gig for Nolan after Tenet, and she also did Wakanda Forever and Marriage Story for Noah Baumbach. Ludwig Göransson’s score is very good and avoids the bombast of Hans Zimmer while still being boldly evocative. As always, wear earplugs to theaters when you see a Nolan film – that’s just how he rolls.
Best Picture, Director, Actor and Supporting Actor, as well as many technical awards, are faits accomplis on Sunday night, but a shocker upset from Emily Blunt would be a special treat. God bless Da’Vine Joy Randolph, but Blunt, as they say, made a silk purse out of a sow’s ear with her performance, and is way overdue for being recognized for her work.
Past Lives – My personal #1 film this year. It’s Celine Song’s feature film debut.
“Past Lives is a smaller film that absolutely nails its modest but well-conceived ambitions. Song’s inspired-by-her-own-history screenplay (write what you know…) is a superbly rendered short-story that shows us the 24-year connection between two people who have loved each other dearly, from youth to present day, and how their lives nonetheless diverged.”
“Hae Sung sends word that he’ll be taking a vacation in New York, and it would be great to see Nora and meet Arthur. It’s a pleasant surprise, but no one really knows how that 24 years of each other’s voluntary exile is going to express itself. All three are good people, and there’s a delicate graciousness to each of them in their own ways. But there’s an enormous emotional undercurrent of longing and empathy underneath it all. Hae Sung confesses “I didn’t know that liking your husband would hurt so much,” but he, like Arthur, understands and accepts how they’ve ended up here.”
Best seen in a big-screen theater with no distractions, but do what you can – it’s brilliant.
Poor Things – My #2 choice this year, as creative, involving and entertaining a film as has been released in the cinematic mainstream in years. The book Yorgos Lanthimos adapted for his film, by Alasdair Gray, stretched both Lanthimos and actor Emma Stone well into another league of filmed storytelling. An intriguing reversal on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, Bella Baxter’s full-grown woman, seemingly lost to suicide over her pregnancy, has her baby’s brain transplanted to her own corpse by the alternately brilliant and crackpot Dr. Godwin Baxter (Willem Dafoe), who nurses her back to a whole new life, albeit one that she must grow up into, starting from mental infancy. Movie magic accelerates the process, of course; Godwin (God for short, of course) assigns his assistant, Max McCandles (Ramy Youssef) to observe and record Bella’s progress over a few years. Bella, of course, can’t be imprisoned in Godwin’s home forever – already restless, she runs off with lawyer and profligate rake Duncan Wedderburn (Mark Ruffalo, stretching out admirably in a deeply goofy turn), and gets a crash course in luxury on a cruise ship and the lower depths of Victorian-era Lisbon and Paris.
Best Actress is an embarrassment of riches this year, and neither Lily Gladstone nor Stone deserve disappointment. Nonetheless…
The Zone Of Interest – Jonathan Glazer’s haunting fourth film chronicles the day-to-day domestic life of the family of the supervising Kommandant of Auschwitz, Rudolf Höss (Christian Friedel), his wife Hedwig (Sandra Hüller), and their five children. Their home is very nice, quaint, with smallish rooms, but with generously sized gardens that Hedwig is happy to cultivate. It is directly abutting the fence that separates their home from the camp; we never witness any atrocities or other direct military activities of the camp, but the film starts with a black screen and Mica Levi’s ominous ambient music, subtly shifting in tone and intensity, instructing our ears to zero in on the soundscape of the story.
The house is peopled with servants, food and domestic supplies are delivered daily, the children seem happy and healthy, and the Hösses entertain and accommodate other military families in their home and spacious backyard in the summer. They’re a very happy family who has settled into a nice life.
So what is the capacity of these people to ignore what’s going on opposite the wall they plant flowers and vines against? How can Hedwig be comfortable helping herself to the clothes, fur coats and jewelry confiscated from the prisoners? When Rudolph is transferred to another city, Hedwig insists she and the children won’t be going with him – their happy here at Auschwitz. Golly, who wouldn’t be? A chilling and important film based on the writing of the late Martin Amis, adapted by Glazer brilliantly, and ending with a reaction by Rudolf that may or may not be a glimpse of humanity and shame. A must see.
Best Picture – should win – Poor Things, Barbie or Past Lives (dream a little dream…).
will win – Oppenheimer.
Best Director – should win – Martin Scorsese.
will win – Christopher Nolan.
conspicuous in her absence – Greta Gerwig.
Best Actor – should win – Colman Domingo.
will win – Cillian Murphy.
Best Actress – should win – Carey Mulligan or Emma Stone.
Will win – Lily Gladstone.
Although I must say I saw Poor Things and thought ‘C’mon, who’s gonna beat that,’ Then I saw
‘Maestro’ and found out. All five are fabulous, though.
conspicuous in her absence – no one saw it, apparently,
but Sydney Sweeney was superb in “Reality.”
Best Supporting Actor – they were all good, all deserving –
should and will win – Robert Downey, Jr.
Best Supporting Actress – should win – Emily Blunt or Danielle Brooks.
Will win – Da’Vine Joy Randolph.
International Feature – should and will win – The Zone Of Interest.
conspicuous in their absence –
Fallen Leaves (Finland),
The Taste Of Things (France) Omen (Belgium).