2020 was an awful, tough year for so many reasons. Cinematically, it's bound to be remembered as a low point, the year when Bond was benched, Dune was done in and Black Widow was ensnared in a web of ever-shifting release dates. And then there's the others- Ghostbusters, Last Night in Soho, The Green Knight, F9, Candyman- it's been a dark 12 months at the multiplex. And yet it's important to remember what did get released in 2020, the films that provided an invaluable salve at a time they couldn't be needed more. Yes it will go down as a year of delays and shut screens, but 2020 delivered so much quality cinema, so many genuine gems of sound and vision that the usual annual top 10 has had to be doubled. Ultimately, I think it'll be defined as a year where, against all odds, cinema still found a way to triumph
As always, there's oversights, this year more than ever. In particular, I couldn't catch Never Rarely Sometimes Always, First Cow, The Vast of Night, Onward, Possessor, Wolfwalkers, Another Round, Sound of Metal, Kajillionaire or American Utopia in time for this list. And then there's Promising Young Woman, Palm Springs, Minari and Nomadland, films that have yet to be released in Ireland. Speaking of which, I've stuck to my principals when it comes to release dates, so apologies to Uncut Gems, Parasite, The Lighthouse and Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but they're last year's greatest. Also a shoutout to the blistering, truly excellent Sorry We Missed You, which did get a release in many countries in 2020 and I saw last year, but actually came out in Ireland in November 2019. All of these are great films that are worth your time, so seek them out when you can and support cinema if you can. For now, here's my celebration of the films that saved 2020
20. His House
In spite of- or maybe because of- how dark 2020 was, it's been an incredible year for horror. Remi Weeks' debut was electrifying on arrival, a horrifying and empathetic portrait of the refugee experience. The film is full of small-scale but frustratingly relevant observations that belie deep, visceral terror. It's inventive and elegant, mining scares from everyday moments of dread, a creeping feeling of displacement, and the lingering horrors of national trauma. His House is a ghost story in the truest sense, as much about what remains as it is about loss, brought to life by Sope Dirisu and Wunmi Mosaku. The film finds universal terror in specific details, and as a result, is scary in a way that feels eerily relevant in 2020
19. Weathering With You
If it's not quite on the level of his 2016 masterpiece Your Name, then Weathering With You is still proof that Makoto Shinkai and his team are still singular talents in animation right now. The film looks stunning but has the substance to match, capturing climate anxieties and teenage disillusion perfectly before weaving them into a story that's so optimistic that it almost feels out of place in 2020. It's a film that excels at articulating the big and the small; the same amount of passion is put into painting the huge, sky-shaking miracles as it is into the little routines of the everyday. This doesn't create contrast as much as a sort of dueling beauty of the massive and intimate forces that shape the world and the people in it
18. The Trial of the Chicago 7
Although it occasionally suffers from an overuse of Sorkinisms and showy direction, The Trial of the Chicago 7 was an awards heavyweight done right, shot with sincerity and brought to the screen with polish. The script is as sharp as any Sorkin offering but what really made Trial sting was how it mirrored the past and the present to find some sort of order amid the injustice. The riot sequences were electrifying and heartbreakingly true, but the highlights came in the courtroom sequences, where the heavyweight cast are bringing their A-games, clashing and strategising and exploding at each other. It's stagey but thrillingly so, with genuinely hard-hitting moments of commentary. Special mention too to Sacha Baron-Cohen in arguably his best performance to date, going full tilt and raging against the machine in one of the performances of the year
One of the delights of the first half of the year was the surprising rebirth of the Dark Universe. After The Mummy came to us DOA, Leigh Whannell came in with this about-turn, a genuinely thrilling, shocking and exciting one-and-done horror. It was such a smart, fresh take on trauma and abuse in a way that's rarely seen in the mainstream, refusing to ever romanticise the central relationship or portray it as anything other than toxic. Elizabeth Moss was possibly at her best too, keeping Cecelia as a complex, difficult character who is as empathetic as she is frustratingly human. The scares are full-blooded but the film works most in the small moments, drawing the audience in and forcing them to recognise what they're seeing. It feels like such a smart reninvention, cementing Jason Blum as the closest thing we have to a modern Roger Corman
2020 felt like a crucial year for cinema in so many ways, and The Half of It felt central to so much of the dialogue. It contributed to conversations about both distribution and onscreen representation while also feeling like an smart, fresh addition to the canon of modern teen cinema. It uses an age-old plot (Cyrano de Bergerac) to provide a vision of where the industry could be headed. In a year where Tenet an I'm Thinking of Ending Things employed intricate storytelling techniques in an effort to create something new, The Half of It demonstrated how effective simple stories can be when they're executed with intelligence and emotion, and was all the better for it
Unrelated to the Victor Hugo doorstopper and the Tom Hooper musical smash, Ladj Ly's incendiary debut felt like the most 2020 film of 2020, one that's impact is bound to be felt more in the years to come. It echoed the spirit of La Haine but still managed to feel so unique, bridging the frustrations and anger of an entire city and the forces at work within it while still acting as a propulsive, exciting thriller in its own right. What made it so effective was how it addressed the systems at work in its story. They're inherently broken, and totally unfit to protect the most vulnerable members of society. It was an epic, and a film that will undoubtedly get better the further we get from it
In a surprisingly strong year for Irish cinema (see also: Dating Amber), Calm With Horses was top of the pile. It was stylish, stark and striking, a violent, brutal tale of love and loyalty that, for all of its proudly-displayed influences, still feels new and raw. It's a heady blend of tones, bleak realism carefully mixing with something softer and dreamier, a secret ingredient that keeps the film from ever feeling obvious or played out. At times it feels like director Nick Rowland is trying to escape his own subject matter, edging the plot towards a tender portrait of a wounded father looking for some sort of redemption before the film yanks him and Cosmo Jarvis' enforcer back into the shadows of the underworld. The result is one of the most exciting pieces of Irish cinema of the last ten years
All things being equal, Da 5 Bloods is the film of the year. Nevermind that it misses the top 10- that's just personal preference- because no film articulated the year's anguish and frustration better than Spike Lee's war epic. Upon its arrival in June, it was an angry, mournful elegy for a country that's been fighting the same conflicts for decades, projecting deep-seeded rage in lush, colourful bliss that packed a poignant sting. It took on another meaning two months later when Chadwick Boseman passed away at just 43 years old. Suddenly, the film revealed another layer of itself. And while it's not his final film, the image of his Stormin' Norman bathed in the reverential sun of the Vietnamese jungle was as striking as it was deeply, deeply heartfelt, immortalising him in cinema as a galvanising screen presence gone too soon
Babyteeth has a deceptively morbid premise. If, after a year like 2020, you weren't quite up to watching a film about a sixteen year-old girl dying of cancer, that's completely understandable, but Babyteeth approaches its difficult subject matter confidently and calmly, leading to a film about death that's weirdly life-affirming. It's dryly quirky and darkly hilarious, but neither of these things come at the expense of the film's emotion. Instead, they aid director Shannon Murphy as she lines up the film's sucker punch, lending the bizarre world of suburban Australia enough colour to combat the encroaching tragedy. It's a countdown towards the inevitable that, much like Eliza Scanlen's disaffected heroine Milla, refuses to let morbid circumstances get in the way of what's important
Lovers Rock is a monument to human connection and the black experience in a year that couldn't have needed it more. The best of the Small Axe films sees Steve McQueen construct a safe space for a group of West London partygoers in 1980 before letting them have at it for a transcendent 68 minutes. It's light on plot but rich with feeling and detail. It's a film that revels in specificity, painstakingly recreating the sights and sounds and smells of its time and place and encourages the viewer to immerse themselves in this world McQueen has built. Maybe it's not as hard-hitting as the rest of the series but that never feels like a problem: the film is a heady, euphoric concoction that's at its best when it just lets its characters be
Dick Johnson is Dead opens with a man playing with his grandkids. When he's done, he gets up and begins to go home, only to get crushed and killed by a falling air vent. And then he gets up, revealing that the whole thing was a set up. He dies a few times over the course of the film, a gloriously off-kilter documentary from his daughter Kristen that captures a man she's gradually losing to dementia onscreen. It's weirdly fun for something that directly engages with death and loss, but what makes it work is how it leaves everything out in the open. It's a film dealing with huge existential absolutes, but by depicting death and heaven and even Johnson's own funeral as quirky shorts, it conjures up surprising amounts of warmth and comfort in an entirely transparent way. Kristen Johnson doesn't just want you to know why she's doing this; she wants to show you how, too
Pete Docter's Pixar outings have steadily been edging further and further into weighty existential territory. If Monsters Inc. tackled parental responsibility, Up dissected the grieving process, and Inside Out visualised the inner-workings of the brain, then Soul takes it up a notch to question our very reason for existing. Narratively the film feels very on-brand for Pixar, like a remix of their unmistakable story beats and images put together to create something new. What feels fresh is the conclusion the film reaches. It's a slightly harder truth achieved in a more abstract way, but something about that feels exciting. It's visually stunning in the bizarre world of the Great Before but the heart of the film lies in the warmth and detail that New York is rendered in
When Mank released at the start of December, it arrived at quite possibly the optimal time. If the film release schedule had gone as planned, it would have come after a fairly standard year at the movies, with the usual franchise fare and festival big hitters, and Denis Villeneuve's Dune being released just two weeks later. Obviously, none of that happened, but that gave Mank an eerily perfect context. After all, it's a film about Hollywood at a precarious time, looking backwards and forward at the same time to arrive at a truth it already knew from the start: the movies are a machine, entirely fueled by the green stuff
January 2020 saw the release of Sam Mendes' immense 1917, an engaging, engrossing war poem about a collective loss of innocence. It was a great showcase for lead George McKay, whose greatest work to date snuck out onto VOD a few months later with this snarling, viciously warped take on history. True History of the Kelly Gang is a powerful fusion of tones and moods. It takes actual figures and events, frames them in the earthy, naturalistic cinema of 70s Herzog, combines that with bloodsplattered Ozsploitation and then sets the whole thing to a skull-scorching punk soundtrack and proceeds to laugh as it gleefully destroys the very notion of a conventional biopic
Rocks is an absolute miracle of a film. It's a monument to sisterhood, a love letter to the power of friendship and a celebration of collaborative filmmaking. It captures a specific time and place, preserving this moment in late 2010s London on film forever, leaving it behind for future generations. Its story- about a 15 year old girl and her brother are left to fend for themselves on the streets of London after being abandoned by their mother- sounds grim, but in execution, that couldn't be further from the truth. Instead, the film uses a kind of weaponised positivity, refusing to give into the harsh circumstances at the centre of the story and suggesting that even everything if else goes wrong, love will always come through in the end