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Two rapturously received Oscar front-runners, Martin Scorsese's The Departed and Mel Gibson's Apocalypto, practically sprayed the audience with gore. Iraq itself was largely present in docs and quasi-docs (James Longley's Iraq in Fragments, Michael Winterbottom's The Road to Guantánamo), while the war was allegorized in Alfonso Cuarón's Children of Men and, if we are to believe its maker, Apocalypto. Big Two is not yet played out: Clint Eastwood released a pair of combat epics, the disappointingly conventional Flags of Our Fathers and its far superior dark shadow, Letters From Iwo Jima (a movie that lacks only a measure of sardonic humor to rival Sam Fuller's down-and- dirty Korean War flicks). The last "good" war was also present in Steven Soderbergh's The Good German and a trio of critically acclaimed foreign-language releases, Jean-Pierre Melville's Army of Shadows, Lajos Koltai's Fateless, and Guillermo del Toro's Pan's Labyrinth
More relevant, perhaps, were those movies that dramatized our own era's foundation myth: Paul Greengrass's impressively experiential United 93 (as poorly attended as it was well reviewed) and Oliver Stone's ponderously reverential World Trade Center. Less reputable 9-11 movies were the Wachowski Brothers' pulp provocation V for Vendetta and the widely misunderstood Death of a Presidenta fable that, while hardly profound, did vividly demonstrate how a national tragedy might be manipulated as the basis for an even greater political tragedy.
Melville's posthumous triumph was only the most extreme example of a year that smiled on veteransEastwood and Scorsese repositioned themselves as reigning old-school directors. The venerable James Bond was pressed back into service in a new adaptation of Ian Fleming's first Bond novel. Dreamgirlsan '80s musical about '60s musicwas remounted for the '00s. Seasoned actresses Meryl Streep and Helen Mirren gave the year's most triumphantly imperious performances. (A movie that matched the latter's ice queen Elizabeth against the former's frosty fashionista editrix would be a whole other sort of combat movie.)
Things were quieter in the alt sector. While critical favorites included two bold experiments by sometime studio directorsRichard Linklater's A Scanner Darkly and David Lynch's Inland Empirea pair of observational, character-driven micro-indies, Andrew Bujalski's Mutual Appreciation and Kelly Reichardt's Old Joy, were gratefully appreciated for their small-scale human values. Somewhere in the middle was Michel Gondry's The Science of Sleep.
For my money, though, the year's most experimental, least classifiable movie was Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. It's also the movie that received the most violent reception—observable audience hysteria, mad critical enthusiasm, and more pundit commentary than United 93, World Trade Center, and Death of a Presi dent combined. Borat, too, was a movie about that thing that's happening.
Early in 2006, Albert Brooks's overly tame but not entirely inconsequential Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World staked out a position as the most self-reflexive of post9-11 movies by wondering just what exactly the patriotic entertainment industry can do to help make things right. Enter Borat, who brought the war homemost spectacularly when Sacha Baron Cohen stood before a Virginia rodeo and sang the praises of George Bush's "war of terror," not to mention the "Kazakh" version of our national anthem. Angry columnists are still complaining that this British actor has made a career out of hoaxing the good-hearted, well-meaning American people. Imagine that! It was while we were at the movies this year that Bush's war in Iraq surpassed the total running time of America's involvement in World War II.
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