David Fincher made me finally appreciate The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. The books were tepid. The Swedish films were muddled. Fincher took the crucial elements, assembled a marvelous cast, infused his magic and got it absolutely right.
Speaking of motion capture, somebody give Andy Serkis an Oscar! His “performance” in Rise of the Planet of the Apes in nothing short of chilling.
Armie Hammer’s makeup in J. Edgar is pretty god-awful.
I love being proven wrong. I thought I’d hate it, but I actually loved Warrior.
I hate being right. I didn’t think I’d like Melancholia and, well, I didn’t like it. At all.
After seeing We Need to Talk About Kevin, I had the strongest desire to find someone – anyone – and talk about We Need to Talk About Kevin.
I don’t care what Tom Cruise does in his personal life, but I hope he never, ever stops making movies. #GhostProtocol
I don’t care what Mel Gibson does in his personal life, but maybe he oughtta disappear for a while.
Every time I see Glenn Close in something, I keep thinking she’s a man. Thanks, Albert Nobbs.
Vin Diesel and Paul Walker can continue making as many Fast and Furious movies as they want to — as long as they are as fun as Fast Five.
They can keep making as many Paranormal Activity films as they want to — as long as they are as scary as #3.
It’s time to stop the Final Destination films.
Michael Fassbender is pretty fucking amazing in everything he does. How is that even possible?
Rampart and Margin Call had two things in common. One — they had killer ensembles. Great actors just tearing it up in bit parts. And two — they are both little seen, underrated and goddamn fantastic.
You don’t need a lot of money to make a film come alive before your eyes. Evidence: The Myth of the American Sleepover, Martha Marcy May Marlene, Terri, Weekend, Shame, Meek’s Cutoff
I still don’t like Kate Hudson.
Contagion made me afraid to touch anything. For about 10 minutes.
Vera Farmiga is more than just a phenomenal actress. She is transcendent in front of the camera and behind in Higher Ground.
Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis had undeniable, sizzling chemistry in Friends with Benefits. Who knew?
Remember Super 8? Me neither.
I keep waiting for Harrison Ford to make a huge comeback. Cowboys & Aliens didn’t even come close. Someone get him a new agent, please.
After over 10 years of making mostly very crappy movies, Shawn Levy finally struck pay dirt with Real Steel. It’s no classic, but it’s a damned good time.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
Sad that Scream 4 played it safe.
Even though The Future wasn’t quite the success I had hoped, I still cannot wait to see what Miranda July does next.
Look, I didn’t know what I was watching half the time, but I’m damned glad I experienced The Tree of Life.
Biggest comeback story of 2011? After being off the grid for a while, John Goodman did season-long arcs in Treme and Damages, and popped up in a Best Picture nominee (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close) and winner (The Artist). Plus, he voiced a character in a kids movie (Happy Feet 2) and a video game (The Rage). Plus (!) he was the best thing about Red State. And dammit, he showing no signs of slowing down in 2012. Dan Connor rules my world, man.
Life in a Day. Being Elmo. Project Nim. Bill Cunningham New York. It was a good year for docs.
Remember when Rachel McAdams had so much promise? Damn.
The final scene in Take Shelter is beautifully ambiguous.
The final scene in The Skin I Live In is unexpectedly heartbreaking.
The final scene in Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon is sweet, sweet mercy.
Dueling Michael Caine impersonations are a hell of a lot funnier than one might think. “She’s only 16 years old!”
Pixar’s perfect run ends with a mildly enjoyable though completely unmemorable sequel to Cars. Hate to say it, Pixar, but Rango, Winnie the Pooh and The Adventures of Tintin were all superior in 2011.
Those muggles had a helluva run, didn’t they?