So another fine year for cinema draws to a close. Through the newly released and the oldies revisited, festival marathons and lazy sundays in, I've watched something in the region of 250 films this year. The process of narrowing that down to a measely 10 is surely a futile insulting process and yet here we are, wahey! Of course, this is nothing definitive, merely the plucky few who stood out from the pack.
Despite my best efforts, especially in these last few weeks, there are still plenty of supposedly notable films which I've missed. This shameful roll call includes: The Imitation Game, Oculus, Love is Strange, The Wind Rises, The Tale of Princess Kaguya, The Lunchbox, The Missing Picture, Proxy, Hide Your Smiling Faces, Cold in July, Ilo Ilo, and- perhaps to this list's greatest determinant- the documentary Manakanama and Lukas Moodysson's We Are the Best! All of these, and surely many more, could well be masterpieces. There are also questions of international release dates and advanced festival viewing but not to worry, from the big ones that kicked me straight in the gut to the little ones that have lingered on. this is just what hit home for me in 2014.
Keen eyed readers might also note one glaring, boy-shaped exclusion. Richard Linklater's latest swept me away as a cinematic achievement, but the story of Mason's last twelve years on earth just hasn't stuck with me since I saw it at the Berlinale ten months ago. In all honesty, even at the time, the last few years failed to register at all. My suspicions are that Boyhood hits home with parents much more so than with me so, with that in mind, I, Rory O'Conner, hereby state that I will watch and review Linklater's Boyhood once again when my first child turns 18. Stay tuned for that one folks, I expect to see something new.
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Nightcrawler: A reliably dedicated Jake Gyllenhall stalks the L.A. streets as a sociopathic first-on-the-scene crime reporter. Dan Gilroy channels Paul Schrader and Brian DePalma for a startling debut. Master cinematographer Robert Elswit's lens has seldom been more seedy.
Edge of Tomorrow: By playing around with the endless possibilities of a video game reset button, Doug limon's clever little Sci-Fi became the blockbuster surprise package of the summer.
Starred Up: The finest moment of Jack O'Connel's breakout year, he played new-kid-on-the-cellblock son to Ben Mendelsohn's worrying, institutionalised dad. This solid, hard edged prison drama was elevated to new heights by its standout leads.
The Babadook: A frightening directorial debut. Jennifer Kent used familiar horror set ups and children's fables to show how loss, motherhood and mourning can take their psychological toll.
The Grand Budapest Hotel: With career best performances from Saoirse Ronan and Ralph Feinnes and a blistering score from Alexandre Desplat, Wes Anderson delivered his finest work in 15 years.
Two Days One Night: Gunning for a 3rd Palme d'Or which wasn't to be, the Dardenne brothers cranked their empathy machine up a few gears. Marion Cotillard was brittle and brilliant in the lead role.
Night Moves: Kelly Reichardt swung her career to the extreme left with this strangely overlooked study of the moral complexities and hubris involved with eco terrorism. Confirmed the director is still, surely, one of the most interesting filmmakers around.
The Kidnapping of Michel Houllebecq: Wit the IMPAC winning author playing himself with nihilistic swagger, Guillaume Nicloux's Stockholm Syndrome pseudo-doc took a bucket of paint stripper to all the Berlinale razzle dazzle this year. It was also very very funny.
Blue Ruin: Another from a strong list of breakout directors, Jeremy Saulnier showed a virtuoso hand for cinematic imagery with his largely dialogue free revenge thriller. Shades of the great Peter Lorre can be seen in Macon Blair's edgy shivering Dwight.
The Guest: Mischievous, perfectly toned and full of neat cinematic ideas, the year's best genre effort was- almost- 2014's best laugh too.
10.
Foxcatcher
Beautifully framed, weighted photography from Greig Fraser; balletic, near silent wrestling scenes; and career best performances from its three leads. Bennet Miller's third feature was a work of both staggering quality and remarkable restraint.
Full Cannes review here.
9.
Nymphomaniac Part I & II (UNCUT)
With separate screenings in Berlin and Venice- which featured, among other off-screen things, a Cantona-quoting Shia Lebeouf walk-out, a Persona Non Grata middle finger to Cannes and a phone-a-friend Skype call between Stellan Skarsgard and director Lars Von Trier- this meaty, ornately detailed, 325 minute long unsexy film about sex provided further confirmation of the fun that can be had when the Lars show comes to town.
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8.
A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence
Bubbling beneath his blend of absurd tragic homor and colonial guilt, Roy Andersson found a defiant warmth for our sad old race. His trilogy ending masterpiece deservedly nabbed him Venice's Gold Lion too.
Full Venice review here.
7.
The Lego Movie
What a joy it would have been to have attended the first screening of this hilarious, anarchic riot. Not only did writer-directors Phil Lord and Chris Miller debunk our (justifiably) cynical expectations, they seemed to take our worst fears about The LEGO movie- unimaginative, money grabbing Hollywood fodder- and turn them on their head. The film not only preached lovely things like nonconformity and play, it was also the most fun to be had in the cinema this year. Arguably the best received film of 2014, it currently sits with 96% on Rotten Tomatoes from a whopping 221 reviews. But when one Fox NEWS reporter denounced it as anti-capitalist, there was little else we really needed to hear.
6.
Under the Skin
Scarlett Johansson drove around Glasgow in a minivan and lured a few Scottish blokes into a pool of black goo. Director Jonathan Glazer added maverick hidden camera work to his already peerless imagery to create the year's strangest, most singular film. Mica Levi's score- a regular in its own right on any reputable year-end music list- brought haunting levels of depth.
Scarlett was quite brilliant.
Had the ending been up to it, Under the Skin would have surely been my number 1. It was ten years in the making, let's pray we don't wait so long for his next.
5.
Citizenfour
Had they shot it in Hollywood we might have seen a long table littered with empty Chinese take-out and head scratching journos in loosened ties, but Laura Poitras' earth shattering documentary had little need for such cheap aesthetics. The stakes felt so urgent, the social responsibility so huge, it was like sitting at the source of the Nile as the frightening information leaked out. Once in a generation stuff.
4.
Whiplash
It's difficult to express in words what a driving, breathless experience Damien Cazalle's debut feature really is, but I suppose that's what I'm here to do. With breakneck editing, toxic dialogue and, from J.K. Simmons, the performance of the year, Whiplash seemed liable to burst from its snare-skin tight seams. The armrest gripping final showdown provided the year's best scene.
My adrenaline fuelled Cannes review here.
3.
Interstellar
Amidst the cash cows and cynicism of blockbuster filmmaking, Christopher Nolan wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve. Interstellar was as wonderfully ambitious as it was fundamentally flawed, and yet, to put it simply, a trip to the Cinema hadn't felt like that in years.
I laughed. I cried. I wiped my jaw off the floor.
An argument for its greatness here.
2.
La Meraviglie (The Wonders)
As Johnathon Glazer sent an Alien to Scotland and Christopher Nolan shot a man to the stars, Italian director Alice Rohrwacher chose to turn her lens to a small beekeeping farm in Tuscany. Delicate period details, warm, heartbreaking humanity and surrealist flourishes like something from a Herzog dream. A wonderfully personal piece of filmmaking, nothing this year felt so textured and real.
Full gushing Cannes review here.
1.
Her
You could really talk for hours about the amount of hand crafted care and detail that was put into each inch of Spike Jonze's fourth film, even without mentioning the terrific cast, Hoyte Van Hoytema's crisp cinematography or Owen Pallet and Arcade Fire's rousing score. But that would be forgetting the simplicity of the film's neat core idea. Great science fiction is all about neat little ideas, and while a human falling for an artificial intelligence operating system might not be the most original of stories, Scarlett Johansson's Samantha falling out of love is.
With relatively scarce use of CGI, Spike Jonze and his wonderful production team crafted a vivid, thoughtful view of what our future might actually feel like, both the world which surrounds us and the increasingly integrated one on our screens. The results, of course, were marvellous, but they also managed to capture how a self aware O.S. might really feel. To that point that in a fine, resurgent year for science fiction, the being we empathised with most was made up of merely a silky voice and a computer screen.
A touching, beautiful triumph, and one which almost reached the haunting levels of Roy Batty and those things he's seen...
It's like I'm reading a book... and it's a book I deeply love. But I'm reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you... and the words of our story... but it's in this endless space between the words that I'm finding myself now. It's a place that's not of the physical world. It's where everything else is that I didn't even know existed.Philip K. Dick would be proud.
Much peace and love for 2015 xxx
