MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF 2020

When most of the world shut down in 2020, that included my favorite sanctuary, the movie theater. And with cinemas closed, production companies pushed their scheduled releases to later in the year or into 2021. Some big Hollywood studios got nervous in the dog days of summer as it became clear relief was not on the horizon, and first-run movies, small and large, suddenly began appearing on streaming platforms like Netflix, HBO Max and Amazon Prime. As we move into the new year with great hopes and expectations, many movies we were anticipating before COVID changed the rules still sit waiting to be released (Wes Anderson’s The French Dispatch, Scott Cooper’s Antlers, the new 007, Dune). If I recall correctly, I saw only eight new movies in cinemas during 2020: 1917, Harriet, Birds of Prey, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, The Invisible Man, Emma and Tenet. I do realize that is still more than many of my friends see in theaters in a normal year, but it’s a fraction of the 25-30 I see outside the home annually. I’m very fortunate that two friends, also founding members of my Saturday Night Cinema Crew group, were determined to continue our weekend movie get-togethers. They built a movie theater in their backyard and we spent our Saturday nights watching a haphazardly curated collection of old movies, new movies, B-movies, foreign films, classics, trash, and anything else that struck our fancy. These outdoor screenings saved my mental and emotional well-being. So, while 2020 was almost a complete wash for many aspects of life for all of us, there were some good movies — even some great ones — that were released. We just had to find them. Of course, no year is complete without the stinkeroos, and 2020 saved its own surprise case of cinematic COVID for the last weeks of the year, infecting us all over the holidays with a cruddy case of sequelitis. Yes, I’m talking about the wretched Wonder Woman 1984, and enough said about that. Let’s talk about the movies I loved this year, in ascending order …

8. THE VAST OF NIGHT

“… and found only on a frequency caught between logic and myth.”

What I said in May: “… a throwback to The Twilight Zone of the late ’50s, early ’60s. No big stars, no budget, no real action scenes, not many special effects. But in its minimalism, The Vast of Space is riveting, eerie and gosh-darn charming, with an exhilarating visual style and a sound design that will creep you out. Weird noises on phone calls and radio frequencies lead a radio dj and a switchboard operator to suspect something unearthly is disturbing their small New Mexico desert town.”

7. MARONA’S FANTASTIC TALE

“At least you’re not a bad dog.”

Marona’s Fantastic Tale (orig. L’extraordinaire Voyage de Marona), by far the best animated film this year, is a French story about a dog’s life, told in flashbacks from the dog’s memory as she lies dying after an accident. We accompany her as she is adopted, lost, rescued, abandoned, rescued again, from family to family, and bestowed with four names through her life — Nine, Ana, Sara and Marona. It’s a warm story about human nature as seen from a dog’s perspective: “For dogs, happiness is different than it is for humans,” she says. “We want things to stay exactly the same. But humans always want what they don’t have. They call it dreaming. I call it not knowing how to be happy.” What puts this Fantastic Tale a dog’s year ahead of other animated films is the imaginative and diverse animation techniques and styles used, almost as a collage, in telling the story. Each chapter of the dog’s life has its own artistic style and color scheme, which gives her adventures and misadventures with different humans unique tones. The animation pulls us into the dog’s experiences, wraps us up in loving arms, elevates us, spins us, exhilarates us, heightening Marona’s joy in being loved, protected and sheltered. But it also brings us to some very dark places as well, in her abandonment, loss and grief. Marona’s Fantastic Tale is a beautiful homage to man’s best friend, a loving reminder to give your critter another hug.

6. COLLECTIVE

“When the press bows down to the authorities, the authorities will mistreat the citizens.”

In 2015, a fire raged through the Bucharest nightclub Colectiv during a concert, a deadly inferno almost exactly like the one that ravaged the Station nightclub in Rhode Island in 2003. The Colectiv fire claimed 26 lives that night and injured 146. However, 38 of the injured died in Romanian hospitals in the weeks and months after, many from treatable but unchecked bacterial infections caused by unsanitized hospital conditions. The Romanian documentary Collective (orig. Colectiv) is not about the fire or victims or the survivors. It is about the long-established governmental corruption which led to the utter mismanagement of the country’s entire health care and hospital system, and the ferocious and frustrating battle journalists wage against uncaring politicians and bureaucrats to get the truth. Journalists today are maligned the world over, but I work with reporters every day, and I find them mostly to be hardworking professionals who are doing a public service. Collective underscores that ideal of public service. The Romanian journalists investigating the health care corruption are lied to, threatened, scorned by one unfit leader after the next as “enemies of the people” (where’ve we heard all this before?), but they press on, resorting to the age-old tricks of the trade — collaboration, days-long car stakeouts, months of research (which includes sifting through the most mundane public records and documents), and cultivating sources. And the more they press, the worse the revelations get, a seemingly bottomless pit of political rot. There are no “talking head” interviews in this documentary. The filmmakers were given extraordinary access, and the corrupt individuals do not fail them. Lies, distractions, distortions, contempt, and utter apathy for lives of citizens are all captured by the camera. Collective is great journalism about great journalism.

5. THE INVISIBLE MAN

“Surprise.”

A few years ago, executives at Universal Pictures thought it would be a great idea to emulate the Marvel Cinematic Universe model, a series of interconnected stories — shared characters, situations, themes — that build upon each other movie by movie. Of course, Universal wanted to bring their stable of classic monsters to their so-called “Universal’s Dark Universe,” including Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster, the Bride, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the Wolf Man and the Creature from the Black Lagoon. To push the Dark Universe in motion, the studio brushed the cobwebs off the 1932 Boris Karloff classic The Mummy and handed it to … Tom Cruise?The Dark Universe promptly disappeared into the black hole of that ill-conceived movie’s ridiculous mess. Instead, the studio offered the opportunity for filmmakers to rethink those classic monsters and create stand-alone features. Lucky for us, director Leigh Whannell is first up with a modern-day approach to Universal’s The Invisible Man, swapping bubbling potions and gauze bandages with quantum technology and a full-body optical suit. Add in a timely gaslighting #metoo storyline, and this upgraded Invisible Man becomes an intense, intelligent thriller. Actor Elisabeth Moss, a self-professed longtime horror movie fan, is terrific as a victim of domestic abuse, the “invisible crime” — it’s a metaphor that works brilliantly here. A smart move, changing the story’s perspective from the Invisible Man in the 1933 original to that of an “invisible” woman in this smart and entertaining remake. With stand-alone remakes of The Wolf Man, Dracula, Frankenstein and The Bride of Frankenstein in various stages of preproduction, there might yet be life in Universal’s Dark Universe.

4. CRIP CAMP

“Would you like to see handicapped people depicted as people?”
“Excuse me?”

My favorite documentary of 2020 is Netflix’s Crip Camp. In 1971, a group of disabled teenagers attend a free-spirited rural New York summer camp “run by hippies.” It’s an enlightening and empowering experience for these youngsters, many of whom had not, until that trip, met another handicapped person. For the first time in most of their lives, the campers were able to participate in activities they had been excluded from: swimming, baseball, dances — even dating and kissing (and more!). As they experience opportunities most of us take for granted, the campers are inspired to become politically active. “At Camp Jened we were able to envision a world that didn’t have to be set up in a way that excluded us,” one camper remembers. “We started to have a common vision and were beginning to talk about things like, ‘Why are buses not accessible?'” This awakening leads several of the campers to become leaders in the disabled activism movement, taking on cities, states and the federal government — memorably President Richard Nixon’s veto of the Rehabilitation Act of 1972. Incredibly, many of these audacious and persistent rebels find themselves in the front line of the battle to get the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990 passed. This documentary is as unpretentious, adventurous and tenacious as its subjects. It’s boisterous rather than sentimental, joyful rather than didactic. Crip Camp is a keeper.

3. DAVID BYRNE’S AMERICAN UTOPIA

“Maybe you wonder where you are
I don’t care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there, take you there”

In March 2018, David Byrne, former lead singer of the band Talking Heads, released the album American Utopia, a melodic collection that swings, in true Byrne fashion, from anxiety to optimism — often in the same song. A month later I saw Byrne’s American Utopia tour in San Diego, a dazzlingly buoyant and euphoric concert of motion and sound, one of the best live music experiences I’ve ever had. In December 2019 I saw Byrne’s American Utopia reinvented on a Broadway stage. It was an emotional experience — joy, tears, rapture — the audience rarely sat. Director Spike Lee captures all of this and more in his filmed version of Byrne’s stage show, while also injecting just the right amount of Lee’s own trademark style and personality. A great match. I enjoyed this truly American experience just as much the third time.

2. SPONTANEOUS

“I’m just trying to say that we’re so glad you’re okay. And that your classmates are just regular assholes and not evil.”

I have to thank Matt Rotman at the great horror and exploitation movie site Bonkers Ass Cinema for bringing Spontaneous to my attention at the very end of the year. In fact, Spontaneous is the very last movie I saw in 2020, as the clock neared midnight on New’s Year Eve. It made the top of Matt’s year end list and came pretty close to swiping my #1 spot. And it was the perfect movie to watch as we ushered 2020 out the door. The movie is based on a 2016 novel and was filmed before the COVID pandemic, but the parallels between the story and our own life-altering reality are uncanny. When teenagers literally and inexplicably start exploding (yes, like POP!), students at a suburban high school are confronted with an inept government response, quarantine, conspiracy theories, conflicting medical advice, and an ever increasing number of dead classmates. Sure sounds like a topical drama, but Spontaneous is something else — a teen romance? A high school comedy? A sci-fi/horror movie (“It was like a Cronenberg movie,” one student marvels after a classmate “pops”)? At times, Spontaneous is each of those things, sometimes all of those things at once. Lead actors Katherine Langford and Charlie Plummer have chemistry to spare as Mara and Dylan, who fall in love as the community around them goes to hell. The story is Mara’s, and her personal journey from cynical, shallow teen to empathetic, attentive young adult is compelling, thanks to a helluva performance from Langford, who you might know from 13 Reasons Why or Knives Out. Take a chance on this one. It’s probably the funniest movie I’ve seen this year, as well as the most affecting and surprising. Spontaneous is a bloody good time.

1. POSSESSOR

“What’s with you today?”

Possessor is the one movie this year that completely took me away from my environment, made me forget for nearly two hours the messy state of the world and my own living room isolation. It’s that good. But most of my friends will likely stay far, far away from this movie, and with a few exceptions, that’s okay, because Possessor is a brutal, incredibly violent, pitch-black, nihilistic, bleak, unsettling, visceral nightmare of a film. If you’re still with me, well … great!, because Possessor is also crazy entertaining, unpredictable, fascinating, unique and mesmerizing. And extra points for Jennifer Jason Leigh, always a welcome presence for me, in a casually amoral key role. Tasya Vos, portrayed by Andrea Riseborough, is a corporate assassin who can take control of another person’s body by way of a microchip implanted in their brain. The “vessels” are carefully chosen for their proximity or access to targets, and when the kill is complete, Vos returns to her own body by making the vessel commit “suicide” … and posthumously get the blame, of course. All’s well for the assassin, her employers and their clients … until a lucrative job goes horribly awry. The latest vessel might not be completely under the control of the assassin, and a routine hit spirals into a chaotic bloodbath. Did I tell you Possessor is violent? Yes, it is, and that violence goes to extremes many movies wouldn’t dare. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, lightweights. But Possessor is a suspenseful, thought-provoking piece of fiction that has quite a bit to say about our lives, our dependency on technology, and the manipulation of that technology by increasingly parasitic corporate entities. This is director Brandon Cronenberg’s second full-length movie. His name might sound familiar — his dad is veteran filmmaker David Cronenberg (who gets a funny shout out in my #2 movie, Spontaneous), the guy who made The Brood, Scanners, Videodrome, The Dead Zone, The Fly, Dead Ringers and Existenz. Dad’s obsession with body horror has obviously been passed on to junior, but Brandon doesn’t mimic David’s classics; he has his own style and his own vision. I’m very excited to see what he creates next. He’s set quite a bar with Possessor, a movie that’s going to be remembered and talked about for a long, long time.

10 THINGS I LOVE FROM THE MOVIES, PART 5

This is a regular list of random things that have fueled my love affair with cinema over the years.
 
 
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I LOVE the “Mr. Creosote” sketch in MONTY PYTHON’S THE MEANING OF LIFE. The movie’s a collection of hit-or-miss skits, not my favorite from the British comedy troupe (can never decide if that would be THE HOLY GRAIL or THE LIFE OF BRIAN) … but this skit is comic genius. Thoroughly disgusting and, in true Python fashion, preposterous and hilarious. Terry Jones (Creosote), John Cleese (maître d’) and Eric Idle (waiter) are wildly funny together.

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I LOVE the evocative black-and-white photography by Robert Surtees in THE LAST PICTURE SHOW. The movie, directed in 1971 by Peter Bogdanovich from the novel by Larry McMurtry, is a coming-of-age tale set in a dying Texas town in the 1950s. Bogdanovich reportedly wanted the movie to look as if it were actually shot in the ’50s, and Surtees’ cinematography also evokes the bleak, aimless, dead-end lives of the residents of a dried-up town in Northwest Texas. Powerful imagery.


 
 
I LOVE Gary Oldman and Chloe Webb as punk rocker Sid Vicious and his foul-mouthed muse Nancy Spungen, perhaps the most damaged and doomed romantic couple that ever hooked up, in the 1986 biopic SID AND NANCY. I can’t think of two people in rock and roll lore I’d least like to have spent a few hours with in a room — Sid an inveterate junkie with an infantile lack of restraint and Nancy a shrill, obnoxious Yank always spoiling for a fight. If you don’t know how the true love story between the Sex Pistols’ bass player and his Philadelphia girlfriend ends, the movie was originally titled LOVE KILLS. From all accounts, the real Sid and Nancy were impossible to tolerate, but I’ll be damned if their tragic story, directed by Alex Cox, isn’t eventually affecting. That’s thanks to the two actors, Oldman and Webb, both at the beginning of their careers. Funny, exasperating, defiant, loud and never apologetic, they bring Sid and Nancy back to life for a few hours … you’ll want to kill them several times yourself, but you’ll also, against all reason and odds, have a hell of a good time with them

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I LOVE the super-exciting car chases in Quentin Tarantino’s DEATH PROOF, one half of GRINDHOUSE, his tribute to the sleazy, cheap exploitation movies of the 1970s. Tarantino has claimed he feels DEATH PROOF is the worst movie he’s made, but I’m not buying it. QT staged a hell of a car chase here, a deadly battle between two movie stunt professionals, Kurt Russell as psychotic “Stuntman Mike” and Zoe Bell as, well, herself. They’re both badass, and so is the scene.


 
 
I LOVE Gary Jules’ melancholy remake of the Tears for Fears song “Mad World” over the haunting end of Richard Kelly’s 2001 brain twister DONNIE DARKO. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had … I don’t know what inspired Kelly to write this trippy mind-fuck of a movie, but “Mad World” could certainly have been it. Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me … Curt Smith of Tears for Fears has said, “It’s very much a voyeur’s song. It’s looking out at a mad world from the eyes of a teenager.” Perfect description of the movie as well. And Gary Jules’ piano cover perfectly accompanies the DONNIE DARKO’s sad coda. Hello, teacher, tell me what’s my lesson?, look right through me, look right through me … Hits me every time.

… and the music video, created by Michel Gondry, director of ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND, fills my heart every time I watch it.

 
 
I LOVE Joan Cusack, one of the most entertaining and versatile character actresses of her generation. She may not have the traditional leading lady features of some of her peers, but Cusack has the talent to convincingly portray everything from misfits to mothers to murderers. Every movie she is in is certainly not great, but I insist that every movie she’s in is better because of her. Producers, find this woman more great roles!

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SIXTEEN CANDLES (1984)

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WORKING GIRL (1988)

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ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993)

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GROSSE POINTE BLANK (1997)

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IN & OUT (1997)

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ARLINGTON ROAD (1999)

joan cusack school of rock
SCHOOL OF ROCK (2003)

joan cusack friends with money
FRIENDS WITH MONEY (2006)

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TOY STORY 2 (1999) and TOY STORY 3 (2010)
 
 
I LOVE the score to the 1947 movie THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR by Bernard Herrmann. This is magnificent music, dramatic and emotional, a thrilling peak for the maestro responsible for some of the best movie music ever created. Herrmann’s work here is as tempestuous as the sea crashing against the rocks and cliffs of the English seaside town … and as intensely yearning as the impossible love between the ghost of a long-dead sea captain and the young widow who moves into his once quiet cottage.


 
 
I LOVE this insane trailer for a crappy little 1968 Japanese/U.S./Italian science fiction movie. (And for crazy trivia, the groovy theme briefly heard at the end of the trailer — Green Slime! Green Slime! Green Sliiiiiiiimmme! — is a snippet of the full song written by Charles Fox, the composer who wrote Roberta Flack’s “Killing Me Softly”.)

The movie is more of the same, so … HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. And the poster is pretty damned wonderful also.

The Green Slime
 
 
I LOVE the first Winkie’s Diner scene in David Lynch’s MULHOLLAND DRIVE. This is a deeply unsettling and endlessly fascinating movie, one that on first viewing can seem stubbornly enigmatic, even meaningless. Open your eyes and your mind, drop your defenses, allow yourself to fall into Lynch’s vision. MULHOLLAND DRIVE is a disturbing and frequently funny descent into crushed dreams, disappointments, delusion and shame, the dark side of the fantasy of Hollywood fame and fortune. This is one of my favorite moments in the film, an odd and increasingly creepy scene that seems totally unconnected to the narrative that precedes it. Don’t be fooled … this quintessential Lynchian weirdness is actually working with the narrative, commenting on things that have happened … or will soon happen … or …! Watch how the camera moves while the two men talk in the restaurant. Note how objects very subtly disappear. Why does the camera linger on the pay phone for a second when the men leave the diner. Why does the frightened man react to the entrance sign? What happens in the two later scenes set at the same diner? This dread-laden clip contains many clues to help unlock the mysteries of the movie.

 
 
I LOVE this movie:

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It’s astonishing to remember CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND was only Steven Spielberg’s second theatrical film, following JAWS by two years. He was barely 30 when he made it! This movie speaks directly to me because I grew up on a steady diet of Hitchcock thrillers, mid-century science fiction movies and the Disney animated classics … just like Spielberg did. And CE3K is a loving tribute to all three of those influences. Hitchcock’s NORTH BY NORTHWEST is all over the middle section of CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, with Devil’s Tower subbing for Mount Rushmore. The song “When You Wish Upon a Star” from Disney’s PINOCCHIO floats through the movie, underlining Spielberg’s themes. And the excitement and mystery of visitors from other worlds fueled the plots of those Saturday afternoon science fiction repeats. But more than that, Spielberg’s epic made me believe in extraterrestrial life and made me believe in movies. I was 13 when my family saw CE3K at the cinema in 1977; I was dazzled, I was hooked. The term “jaw-dropping” has become a cliché, but I remember vividly the expressions of nearly everyone leaving the theatre that night — wide eyes, big smiles, one-word proclamations of “Wow!” And, like any classic movie, I’m still spellbound when I watch it, 37 years later. This is one of the movies that made me the movie fanatic I am.
 
 
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