
Kuroneko
I’ve watched movies every which way during these past twelve months, giving more time to them than I had in any previous year. There were the usual methods — discs bought, rented, and borrowed; digital versions streamed and purchased — as well as, for the first time in my life, weekly trips to the theater. The latter happened thanks to a MoviePass subscription that I officially started last October. As I continually read every prediction of doom concerning the company’s teetering business model, I’m making the most of the opportunity it offers — to see new movies, and to see them in the proper environment (more or less). True, I’ve exposed myself to a lot of forgettable fare this way, but I was also able to see every Best Picture nominee for the first time (and all the nominated documentary shorts, just for fun). As for home viewing, I cancelled both of my streaming subscriptions (FilmStruck and MUBI) at the end of last year. Now I’m mostly limiting myself to the movies I already own, as well as the occasional library visit. Such savings!

The Ascent
Besides my January retrospective (focused this time on the films of 1987), my viewing schedule has been pretty scattershot. I’ve spent some time acquainting myself with more directors: Samuel Fuller, Catherine Breillat, Errol Morris, Edward Yang, Kenneth Lonergan, Volker Schlöndorff, Julie Taymor, Béla Tarr, Michael Haneke, Olivier Assayas and Aki Kaurismäki. I watched the first four Dirty Harry movies and the first four Death Wish movies. I completed my “Both Versions” blog series with its last five entries (on Blade Runner, Amadeus, The New World, The Grandmaster and Goodbye to Language). I continued to chip away at the noteworthy films of the current decade.
There are two outstanding facts about the movies I saw this past year. First is that I — still a relatively inexperienced cinephile with major gaps in expertise — had a series of what I’ll call “breakthrough” moments with some pantheon directors. In other words, there were certain directors with whom I’d had at least a passing familiarity for years, without ever unabashedly loving a film of theirs — until now. These greats include Carl Theodor Dreyer, Yazujirô Ozu, Sergei Eisenstein, Andrei Tarkovsky, Harold Lloyd (an actor, but we can call him an auteur) and Krzysztof Kieślowski. The fact that I hold mealy-mouthed opinions about these men’s consensus masterpieces, only to turn around and give my approval to less significant works, is neither here nor there. I still lack the confidence to take a truly contrarian stand. My default position is that I’m probably wrong.

Sátántangó
The second piece of trivia I want to point out is the simple fact that I saw some very long movies this year, and I mostly loved them. A total of four exceed Gone with the Wind in length: A Brighter Summer Day, Mysteries of Lisbon, Sátántangó and Shoah. That last one is longer than the first two combined. With Shoah, we’re getting up into the rafters as far as what constitutes a feature film. In terms of extreme duration, the only remaining frontiers for me to plant my flag in are Jacques Rivette’s Out 1 and Christian Marclay’s The Clock. Additionally, I saw a few serials and multi-part projects. The distinction between movies and TV may be mostly useless at this point, but I think I still need to draw a line between self-contained works and stories told in installments. (“What about Marvel?” Eh, shut up.) There was the eight-part Histoire(s) du cinéma (1988-1998), the ten-part Les Vampires (1915-1916), the ten-part Dekalog (1988-1989) and, my favorite of a glorious bunch, the eighteen-part Twin Peaks: The Return (2017). That last one got a mention from me on another blog as my favorite “movie” of 2017. So you can see me over there, eating my cake, at the same time that I’m over here, having it. My main list of favorite movies is restricted to “feature films” — those movies that are designed to be viewed in one sitting, lasting somewhere between 40 and (at least until I see the Rivette and the Marclay) 566 minutes.

Ida
Here are my favorites among all the movies I saw in the last twelve months: the class of 2018. There are a whopping seventy-eight of them, blowing away last year’s personal record of sixty-four. I’m just loving things willy-nilly now.
Title | Director | Year |
Amour | Michael Haneke | 2012 |
Ariel | Aki Kaurismäki | 1988 |
The Ascent | Larisa Shepitko | 1977 |
Baby Driver | Edgar Wright | 2017 |
The Beguiled | Sofia Coppola | 2017 |
The Big Sick | Michael Showalter | 2017 |
Brazil | Terry Gilliam | 1985 |
A Brief History of Time | Errol Morris | 1991 |
A Brighter Summer Day | Edward Yang | 1991 |
Caravaggio | Derek Jarman | 1986 |
Charulata | Satyajit Ray | 1964 |
Chicago | Frank Urson | 1927 |
Cosmopolis | David Cronenberg | 2012 |
Day of Wrath | Carl Theodor Dreyer | 1943 |
The Devil and Daniel Webster | William Dieterle | 1941 |
Drug War | Johnnie To | 2012 |
Dunkirk | Christopher Nolan | 2017 |
Faces Places | Agnès Varda & JR | 2017 |
The Fisher King | Terry Gilliam | 1991 |
The Florida Project | Sean Baker | 2017 |
A Ghost Story | David Lowery | 2017 |
Glengarry Glen Ross | James Foley | 1992 |
Goodbye to Language | Jean-Luc Godard | 2014 |
The Hidden | Jack Sholder | 1987 |
Hope and Glory | John Boorman | 1987 |
I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore | Macon Blair | 2017 |
I Was Born, But… | Yasujirô Ozu | 1932 |
Ida | Paweł Pawlikowski | 2013 |
Irma Vep | Olivier Assayas | 1996 |
Ivan the Terrible, Part II | Sergei Eisenstein | 1958 |
Journey to the West | Tsai Ming-liang | 2014 |
The Kid Brother | Ted Wilde | 1927 |
Kuroneko | Kaneto Shindo | 1968 |
Landline | Gillian Robespierre | 2017 |
The Last Detail | Hal Ashby | 1973 |
Lessons of Darkness | Werner Herzog | 1992 |
Little Dieter Needs to Fly | Werner Herzog | 1997 |
The Look of Silence | Joshua Oppenheimer & Anonymous | 2014 |
Manchester by the Sea | Kenneth Lonergan | 2016 |
Margaret | Kenneth Lonergan | 2011 |
The Match Factory Girl | Aki Kaurismäki | 1990 |
Mother! | Darren Aronofsky | 2017 |
Mudbound | Dee Rees | 2017 |
Mysteries of Lisbon | Raúl Ruiz | 2010 |
The Naked Spur | Anthony Mann | 1953 |
One Day Pina Asked… | Chantal Akerman | 1983 |
Paddington 2 | Paul King | 2017 |
Pariah | Dee Rees | 2011 |
Paris Is Burning | Jennie Livingston | 1990 |
Pickup on South Street | Samuel Fuller | 1953 |
Poetry | Lee Chang-dong | 2010 |
A Quiet Passion | Terence Davies | 2016 |
RoboCop | Paul Verhoeven | 1987 |
The Sacrifice | Andrei Tarkovsky | 1986 |
The Salesman | Asghar Farhadi | 2016 |
Sátántangó | Béla Tarr | 1994 |
Shoah | Claude Lanzmann | 1985 |
A Short Film About Killing | Krzysztof Kieślowski | 1988 |
A Short Film About Love | Krzysztof Kieślowski | 1988 |
Sign “☮” the Times | Prince | 1987 |
Song to Song | Terrence Malick | 2017 |
Speedy | Ted Wilde | 1928 |
The Steel Helmet | Samuel Fuller | 1951 |
Stolen Kisses | François Truffaut | 1968 |
A Story of Floating Weeds | Yasujirô Ozu | 1934 |
Stray Dog | Akira Kurosawa | 1949 |
Summer Hours | Olivier Assayas | 2008 |
Taxi | Jafar Panahi | 2015 |
The Thin Blue Line | Errol Morris | 1988 |
Timbuktu | Abderrahmane Sissako | 2014 |
Training Day | Antoine Fuqua | 2001 |
The Turin Horse | Béla Tarr & Ágnes Hranitzky | 2011 |
The Wedding Banquet | Ang Lee | 1993 |
Werckmeister Harmonies | Béla Tarr & Ágnes Hranitzky | 2000 |
Where the Wild Things Are | Spike Jonze | 2009 |
The White Ribbon | Michael Haneke | 2009 |
The Work | Jairus McLeary & Gethin Aldous | 2017 |
Yi Yi | Edward Yang | 2000 |
And as a reward (?) if you’ve stuck with me this long, here’s a further culling of the above list into a ranked top ten.
10. Manchester by the Sea |
9. Amour |
8. Pickup on South Street |
7. The Florida Project |
6. The Work |
5. The Look of Silence |
4. Baby Driver |
3. Werckmeister Harmonies |
2. Sátántangó |
1. Margaret |
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