This was a pretty solid year for new music — many established artists put out great CDs and several newcomers made a very strong first impression. Following are my top ten album releases of the year, counting up from Number Ten:
Margot at the Wedding
Date: March 4
Location: Clifton Living Room
I’m glad movies like this are being made, and I’m glad writer/director Noah Baumbach is interested in making them. I’m just not so sure I want to watch them. It’s talky, raw, darkly funny and (to borrow a phrase I heard from an elderly woman following The English Patient) “very European.”
Nicole Kidman does wonderful work as the deeply flawed title character, a woman who shows affection by mistreating her loved ones. She and Jennifer Jason Leigh, playing her sister, have great chemistry and their scenes feel painfully real. Also memorable is newcomer Zane Pais, playing Kidman’s son, and shining in some achingly uncomfortable scenes. It’s all very well done, but how much fun is it to watch unlikeable people attack each other for 90 minutes? Some, but not a lot.
In the Valley of Elah
Date: February 27
Location: Clifton Living Room
The Paul Haggis Redemption Tour continues. To make up for the atrocity that was Crash, Haggis first co-wrote the screenplay of 2006’s excellent Casino Royale — a strong move, but he was a hired gun so it didn’t quite count. In the Valley of Elah, however, is a full-blown return to auteur mode, and it’s a splendid one. This is an anti-war film disguised as a murder mystery, anchored by a beautifully understated (and deservedly Oscar-nominated) performance by Tommy Lee Jones. Jones is the perfect actor for Haggis. He’s incapable of insincerity. He plays a weary ex-military man, the father of an AWOL soldier, with such grit and dignity that he never becomes a conduit for Haggis’ message. The message is there, no doubt, but it is completely earned. Charlize Theron does nice work as the detective working alongside Jones and small supporting roles by Jason Patric, Josh Brolin (what a year he had!) and James Franco all hit the right note. Once again I’m staggered by how strong a year 2007 was, and here’s the latest example.
Best. Oscars. Ever.
The show itself was just fine. Shorter than usual, some nice speeches, a truly special moment when Marketa Irglova came back to deliver her lovely speech, some great jokes from John Stewart (the Norbit one was a favorite of mine).
But that’s not why these were the best Oscars ever. No, it was because of the winners. If you had asked me for my personal Oscar lineup, regardless of the official nominees, I would have said this:
Best Picture: No Country For Old Men
Best Director: The Coen Brothers
Best Actor: Daniel Day Lewis
Best Actress: Marion Cotillard
Best S. Actor: Javier Bardem
Best S. Actress: Amy Ryan
Best O. Screenplay: Juno
Best A. Screenplay: No Country For Old Men
So as you can see, the official winners matched my dream lineup in 7 of 8 cases. That has never happened. I have trouble even remembering a year when the Best Picture matched my #1 film (Schindler’s List is the only one that leaps to mind) let alone almost all the major awards.
I am happiest about Marion Cotillard, who pulled off the one real upset of the night. I found Julie Christie wonderful in Away From Her, and I have a real soft spot for Ellen Page’s great Juno performance, but Cotillard’s work was transformative in the same way Daniel Day Lewis’ was. And boy, is she ever cute.
I was also happy to win this year’s small prize — which I can now reveal is a loaded Jaguar XF.
Across the Universe
Date: February 22
Location: Clifton Living Room
This goes down as one of the very pleasant surprises of the 2008 movie year. I’d read so many pans of this film that I expected a train wreck, good for some unintentional laughs. Instead I found it to be clever, earnest and lovely. Most of the credit belongs to The Beatles — honestly, how can you go wrong filling a movie start to finish with some of the best music ever committed to record? The versions of the classic songs performed here are wonderful, without exception. Who knew Evan Rachel Wood had such a hauntingly beautiful singing voice? All the performers (most of whom are unknowns) are impressive. And Julie Taymor, definitely one of the finest visual directors working today, pulls out all the stops — the film very much resembles Moulin Rouge in its go-for-broke heart-on-its-sleeve showiness. It has some cornball moments, and the naive kids lose their innocence in the age of Vietnam plot is a bit of a cliche, but I enjoyed the hell out of it.
