20. Sideways (2004-Alexander Payne)
"I'm not a writer. I'm a middle school English teacher. The world doesn't give a shit what I have to say. I'm unnecessary. Ha! I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself"
Coming just three months after the book it was based on, Alexander Payne's monument to male friendship, fragile masculinity and Pinot Noir was an instant classic, a jewel in the crown of American independent cinema. Looking back now, it's easy to see how it paved the way for most of the mumblecore classics that followed it, but Sideways still feels like an indie-unicorn. It's refreshing and well-aged, and watching it in 2020, there's detectable notes of humour, heartbreak and dogged, powerful love that all blend together seamlessly in dialogue that flows just as smoothly as Rolfe Kent's jazzy score. It's a passionate film, one that thrums with energy even when it's just observing the discussions between middle-aged friends over wine. But the heart of the film is the relationship between Paul Giamatti's Miles and Thomas Hayden Church's Jack. There's a real push-and-pull between them; two men who love each other enough to hate each other, who are constantly bickering but can't function on their own. Miles needs Jack to get him out of his own head as much as Jack needs Miles to save him from naked giants, spurned lovers, and ultimately, himself.
Through this, Payne untangles a tricky web and attempts to answer a difficult question: what does it mean to be a man? He's critical of Miles' neuroses and Jack's revelry in equal measure, and in stripping them back, he's handing them over to us. He takes down all of the defenses they hold up against the world, the barriers they use to protect them from each other and presents them in their purest forms. It's exciting, heartfelt stuff, and by the end, it does what the best road-trips do- gives us the space we need to step back and look at everything in perspective, before returning us to our lives relaxed, refreshed, and with a new outlook on things
The High Point: Miles' emotionally naked exploration of Pinot. "It's a tough grape to grow." Oof
19. Inside Llewyn Davis (2013- Joel and Ethan Coen)
"Everything you touch turns to shit, you're like King Midas' idiot brother"
If No Country For Old Men was the Coen Brothers shifting direction and finding a groove that's decidedly darker and more contemplative than their previous fare, then Inside Llewyn Davis sees them take that style to its absolute peak and hit a new career high point in the process. The argument over the pair's best film post-2000 may be endless, impassioned and bloody, but nothing they've put out this century has matched the pure power of Llewyn Davis. A heartsick folk-rumination on the creative process and the neverending cycle of failure, this is the Brothers at their most dour. It play like an existential horror movie, trapping Oscar Isaac's jaded hero in a cycle that he's not good enough to escape but too talented to break. He just can't make it on his own, and his punishment for his skill is to wander the snowy wastelands and just keep failing
First impressions are everything. Up opens with a relationship that unfolds and ends in just under ten minutes. It's sublime, pure emotional napalm that achieves what cinema does at its best. It's so good that many of the film's detractors argue that it peaks too early, that the story just can't recapture that magic. But maybe that's the point. When the scene ends and Carl is left grieving and alone, he's feels like the best is behind him. As the film goes on, he'll drag this monument to his past happiness to his own personal paradise in what is possibly the best metaphor for the grieving process in any medium. The real high point, and the payoff of the whole film comes later, and it's that moment that makes Up a masterpiece. It's a simple metaphor expertly realised by a team of artists who know that the best stories are the most universal, driven by heart, character, and an unquenchable spirit of adventure.
Edgar Wright had already cemented himself as a cross-cultural icon, capable of bridging cinema, music, comic books and video games like no other filmmaker working today, but in 2010, he ascended to a new plane altogether. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World is a millennial fever dream, blasting through the generic conventions of so many mediums as it scrambles wildly through its 112 minutes. It's a perfect adaptation of Bryan Lee O'Malley's graphic novels, nailing the takedown of adolescent pop-culture escapists while keeping the source's utter adoration for everything its referencing. It's a spot-on blend of straight-faced comedy and sensory-overload-visuals; it plays like the century's greatest cinematic dance record
With a filmography like Wes Anderson's, it's hard to pick a definite high point. Regardless of personal preferences though, it's hard to argue that anything but The Grand Budapest Hotel is the film that best defines who he is as an artist. He's present in every detail; every wallpaper, uniform and prison cell is soaked in that utterly singular style he's been perfecting since Bottle Rocket. But he's also in the film's values: that mournful nostalgia for an era that never quite existed. Anderson is lamenting the lack of care that people are willing to settle for, and so he fights for specificity, for as much attention to detail as possible. It's delightfully quirky but quietly melancholic, and as he perfects every detail in this world he's built inside the film it's clear that he knows he's fighting a losing battle, that mass-produced blockbuster mediocrity will prevail
It's often said that less is more, that quiet gestures can say what a thousand words couldn't even begin to cover. But we live in a world of excess, of instant communication and information, where life moves at a breakneck speed that we couldn't even hope to catch up to again if we stopped. So thank god for movies like Leave No Trace. Debra Granik's gorgeous tale of a father and daughter struggling to adapt when their off-grid existence is challenged by conventional society is one of the most essential minimalist films of recent years, where huge outpourings of emotions are always shown, never told. It's a film about a wounded man who can't adjust to the world at large, and the gradual rift that creates with the daughter who wants to explore, to see what she's been kept away from her whole life
There will inevitably be shocked gasps and cries of derision that Jojo Rabbit has placed 14 out of 100 on this list. And look, it's a divisive film, one that definitely won't work for everyone and that's fine: film is a subjective medium. However, Taikia Waititi's Nazi satire has been a favourite of this blog since it came out last year, so it was always guaranteed a spot in the list's upper echelons. Waititi's films have their unmistakable trademarks- young boys trying to understand the world, surreal humour, disappointing heroes- but even from its opening moments, something about Jojo felt different. Right off the bat, Waititi places us in Jojo's interesting world, where Hitler is a legendary hero and Nazi propaganda is hard fact. But bit by bit, the illusion is dissolving, and love is steadily triumphing over hate. Along the way is a deeply emotional story about a mother trying to protect her son from the forces trying to claim him, something that climaxes mid-film in the most heartbreaking way imaginable
All of Charlie Kaufman's scripts feel like the products of a restless, eternally imploding mind. He may not be the most prolific of screenwriters but he's undeniably one of the most fascinating. Having already penned four scripts before 2004, Kaufman stepped into the spotlight once more in all of his psychologically tortured, structurally intricate glory to dish up his masterpiece. Eternal Sunshine is the story of a breakup, but played in reverse. As Jim Carrey's Joel relives his relationship from bitter split to tender beginnings, the film steadily builds a gorgeous portrait of the human psyche and the rhythms of love. It's inventively, intelligently realised by director Michel Gondry, but what's so striking about this movie in comparison to the rest of Kaufman's catalogue is how shot with feeling it is. He travels through the mind to explore the heart, and captures every little nugget of poignant wisdom along the way
At its best, cinema is a universal language; sound and vision can bridge cultural boundaries and remind us why we need movies. Arrival begins as a dissection of communication but gradually, subtly evolves into something deeper. Tied to its examination of language is an incredibly simple but painfully human question that forces us as an audience to look at the way we see the world, completely challenging our priorities and our relationship with time. It's fiercely cerebral but it's never cold, using its cutting insights to expose something so beautifully, essentially human. It opens in a similar way to Up, sowing a seed that it nurtures through its careful, intricately realised insights. It's such a simple, powerful film, a work of raw empathy
Yorogs Lanthimos' English language debut is a funny one. It's a far-cry from both his previous Greek oddities and the awards big-hitters he'd go on to make- much warmer than the former and more jagged than the latter. And yet it's in this transition period that he released his purest vision of his take on cinema, a bizarre love story that takes place in an emotionally bankrupt near-future where singletons are turned into animals if they fail to find a partner. It makes use of all of the conventions he had come to master, from the deadpan humour to the austere tone and the tragic irony. It's abrasive and specific and cold, yet simultaneously overflows with seemingly out-of-place compassion. There's an argument to be made that Lanthimos is a filmmaker who doesn't know how to feel, but, watching The Lobster, that couldn't be further from the truth. Rather, it's the story of someone who feels so deeply that he doesn't know where to put it, something that Lanthimos frames with deepest empathy










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