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YEAR IN FILM
The 2007 Village Voice/LA Weekly Film Poll: There Will Be Consensus
by J. Hoberman
December 25th, 2007 12:00 AM
Hey, we're back. After seven editions, the almost-traditional Village Voice poll of alt-press (and now other) film critics took a hiatus last year (lotta changes going on around here; maybe you heard). Meanwhile, our sister publication LA Weekly shouldered the burden of anointing a 37-year-old movie, Jean-Pierre Melville's Army of Shadows, the Best Movie of 2006.

This year we've joined forces and polled 102 critics to crown, as the Best Movie of 2007, something so new that most readers won't be able to see it until 2008: Paul Thomas Anderson's There Will Be Blood. Listed by 56 critics for a total of 402 votes, Anderson's startlingly original tale of prophets and profits in the American outback arrived at the last moment to top the Coen brothers' #2 No Country for Old Men by 74 votes and David Fincher's #3 Zodiac by 88.

What do these three movies have in common? All were made by highly self-motivated mavericks operating somewhere on the frontier between indie and studio filmmaking. And all three are kind of scary. They're movies about natural born killers—American even if played by foreigners, and charismatic too: Daniel Day-Lewis, the star of There Will Be Blood, handily won Best Actor, with Javier Bardem, star of No Country, named Best Supporting Actor. (The never-quite-identified Zodiac killer may be all the more charismatic because, as Fincher makes amply apparent, he's as much an obsession as a person.)

Why shouldn't we be preoccupied with homicidal sociopaths? America's been at war for the past four and a half years—with, to cite the top-polling documentary, No End in Sight (#29). War makes you wonder what exactly defines murder and who is enabled to commit it. The morally ambiguous mode known as film noir was born during World War II and, as Jonathan Rosenbaum observed at the time, the national obsession with the cannibal genius Hannibal Lecter coincided with our first Iraq adventure, Operation Desert Storm. Where do these current killers come from? It's suggestive that both There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men were shot in mid-Texas Bush country (although the former is set in California). It's even more provocative that none of these killers show the slightest remorse—just plumb evil, I guess.

Other notable films featuring murderous protagonists (and convoluted titles) are The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (#12), Before the Devil Knows You're Dead (26), and Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (#30). Way, way down the list of favorites was the year's most significant fiction film about Iraq. Tone-deaf but gutsy, genuinely enraged and generally abrasive—not the least in its dark humor—Brian De Palma's Redacted (#93) eschewed any sort of distancing crime-movie metaphor to show innocent American soldiers as bloodthirsty maniacs.

Redacted was a throwback to the brash, blithely offensive comedies with which De Palma began his career, and it's striking that with There Will Be Blood, No Country for Old Men, Zodiac, I'm Not There (5), Ratatouille (#9), The Assassination of Jesse James, Michael Clayton (#15), Southland Tales (#23), Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, The Darjeeling Limited (34), Sweeney Todd, and Day Night Day Night (#46)—to sample only the poll's top 50—2007 was as strong a year for American movies as any since the much-fetishized early '70s heyday of the Hollywood New Wave. (In addition to De Palma, vets Sidney Lumet and Francis Ford Coppola even weighed in.)

The best-reviewed movie of 2007 was, however, made in 1977. It's been 17 years since the Library of Congress declared Charles Burnett's Killer of Sheep a national treasure. Restored and released to theaters, as well as on DVD by the folks at Milestone, it placed eighth—in good measure, I'd warrant, because it embodies an unsentimental humanism that scarcely exists in current American movies, studio or independent.

The top 10 held only a few surprises. One was the remarkable fourth-place finish achieved by Romanian filmmaker Cristian Mungiu's 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days—a graphic account of two college students in search of an illegal abortion that, among other things, casts feel-good comedies like Knocked Up (31), Juno (#54), and Waitress (#145) to the far side of Fantasyland. Anamaria Marinca edged Julie Christie in Away From Her (#19) for Best Actress. As in Cannes, Mungiu's film bested Julian Schnabel's The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (#7), and it does so again as the poll's top foreign-language film—and this on the basis of a few festival screenings and a week-long Oscar-qualifying run in Los Angeles. (The movie opens in New York in mid-January.) Even less expected was the sixth-place showing of Thai filmmaker Apichatpong Weerasethakul's Buddhist conundrum Syndromes and a Century. (Most amazing, however, was that the uncompromising Portuguese filmmaker Pedro Costa's audience-challenging and barely seen Colossal Youth ranked 10th.)

Last year, the LA Weekly poll introduced a category for Worst Film—a category that Colossal Youth, had more critics seen it, might have won this year. As satisfying as it may be to insult somebody's taste or advertise a pet peeve, the notion of a worst movie is far too vague. Does "worst" mean morally repugnant or technically inept? A truly bad movie is infinitely superior to the disposable mediocrities that pass through the multiplexes. As the surrealist Ado Kyrou advised, "Learn to go and see the 'worst' films, they are sometimes sublime." A more useful category, addressing as it does the tyranny of conventional wisdom, would be Most Overrated. For that, I'd happily mark down No Country for Old Men. In formal terms, the Coen brothers' latest pinball machine is obviously superior to 90 percent of the year's releases. But it's also a soulless enterprise, with nothing more on its mind than the expert manipulation of the spectator, critics included.

That said, I'm pleased to report that, garnering five votes, Richard Kelly's Southland Tales tied The Bucket List as the year's Worst Film. But, as the year's Best Supporting Actress, Cate Blanchett, might have put it: You know something's happening when Southland Tales also headed three critics' lists as the year's Best Film. Time constraints have made it impossible to calculate the 2007 poll's Passiondex— my formula to measure the degree of ardor with which critics voted for particular movies—but my heart tells me that Southland Tales is the obvious winner. Here is a movie that some people love and others love to hate. That's double passion! And that's good. As Sarah Michelle Gellar's socially aware porn queen warbles just before the world ends, "Teen horniness is not a crime—open your heart and your mind."

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Josh on Mon Jan 7, 2008, 13:23, says:
Steve,

"No Country" isn't any more racist than any movie made in an

inherently

racist society. Actually, I think the film's about the delusions of

complacent white Anglos -- the "old men" of the title. If positing

non-Anglos as the Other is racist, then I suppose you have an argument,

but

I think you have to dig pretty hard to find racist intent, even of the

unexamined sort. Mexican drug dealers do exist in real life.

Personally, I

find the Stephen Root character, Mr. Big, the biggest cliche in the

movie.
Mike on Sat Jan 5, 2008, 00:28, says:
Hoberman is crazy! Southland Tales is like a Philip Dick adaptation by someone who doesn't understand what's interesting about Philip Dick. It's unfortunate that the critical discussion of the film has otherwise been divided into two camps: middlebrow reviewers who "don't get it" and the sharper blades who, shockingly, embrace the film as ambitious and full of ideas despite the fact that it possesses the aesthetic sophistication of a Limp Bizkit album cover and the political cunning of that loud-mouthed libertarian kid from your junior-high civics class. Also, who knew a movie about the apocalypse could be so boring?
james keepnews on Fri Jan 4, 2008, 13:30, says:
well, I'M a moron, but as overrated as it may be, i also strongly concur with jane's assessment of _no country_, particularly its conclusion. the final two scenes, and tommy lee jones' indelibly melancholy performance throughout -- unrecognized by the crowd gathered here, but to me one of his very best ever -- put the lie to mr. hoberman's claim of soullessness. as it's the coen's, sure it's expert, which is like describing snow as white. what it is not is pervasively jokey and ironic, like just about every other film they have made. for a film that's mostly one long chase sequence -- can anyone recall a chase sequence that was UN-manipuative? -- it's as implacable as its antagonist, and generally unmawkish in its emotional aftermath. we should always have such a superb film to overrate, every year.
Jane on Thu Jan 3, 2008, 17:07, says:
Josh is right. Steve is a moron. By Steve's standards he would have to find Arriaga's script for The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada racist as well. That film is racist portrayal of white Americans—all of them, even Jones, suffering from a zombified affect and crippling shortsightedness—is somewhat counterset against his Mexicans, who are all morally balanced, if not always happy or nice. No Country for Old Men is rigorously formal, but these days you need storytelling engineers to raise your pulse. The Coens' movie has wit, Roger Deakins's panoramas and portraits, Javier Bardem's Dutch-Boy boogeyman, and, in Tommy Lee Jones, a dismayed soul that's uncharacteristic of the filmmakers. The ending baffled some people. For me it was a clincher. The world, by 1980, has descended into inexorable chaos - over a pile of cash - and all the wizened lawman can do is shake his head and sip his Sanka. This also was one of the few bloodbaths that didn't make me feel like a corpse while I watched it.
Josh on Thu Jan 3, 2008, 16:50, says:
Steve is a moron. So now the film is racist. First of all, Javier is white. He's from Spain. There are white criminals in the film. And many non-white critics loved it including Wes Morris and Elvis Mitchell. I guess that there isn't any bad latinos, right? I dumb, knee-jerk leftwing response.
Steve on Wed Jan 2, 2008, 20:27, says:
Josh,

You need to calm down. "No Country for Old Men" received so many accolades because it's ultimate a rewriting of that other Oscar winner "Silence of the Lambs": a dull, uninspired serial killer movie with some flashy visuals and an overrated turn by a good actor who's hamming it up, and instead of homophia, we have a film with a racist message (did CNN produce this?): the three monologues by the white men in the movie which are all precious and ramble on about the violence and chaos in the world are essentially in the world of the movies blamed on a Latino sociopath and crazy Mexican drug dealers. It's probably one of the most reprehensible films in the way that white critics fail to critique it in terms of its aesthetics and/or politics.
Josh on Wed Jan 2, 2008, 14:04, says:
You claimed in your year-in-film wrap up that this movie was soulless and manipulating. First of all, we all go to the movies to be manipulated. "No Country" is a masterpiece of apocalyptic pessimism. The Coen brothers' adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's novel delivers the bad news with magisterial force: Evil walks the earth, dramatic closure is for fools, human life hangs on the flip of a coin, and - the hardest pill to swallow - cowboy heroism is just a bedtime story to soothe grown men. What on paper seems a simple game of cat and mouse and cat - Sheriff Tommy Lee Jones chasing terrifying assassin Javier Bardem chasing average cluck Josh Brolin with his satchel of found drug money - becomes a nearly biblical saga, and not one of the pleasant ones. The usually ironic Coens come through with their weightiest work yet, but for all the formal rigor of the filmmaking, "No Country" is about the chaos we desperately try to pretend isn't there. Vanity, vanity, murmurs this movie in response.

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