#60: The Castle – White guilt as cultural understanding
Part of the Aussie culture is a very ingrained want to stay
the hell away from itself. It’s a weird side effect of just how little of a
fuck we collectively give, but cultural cringe plays a large part in the
national mindset. It also plays a large part into what makes this film so good,
as a lot of it banks on lovingly ribbing the white Aussie middle-class,
exposing it as being far less sophisticated than it thinks it is. The people
who see seasoning on chicken as something exotic, and plastic faux-French
housing decorations as the height of class.
That said, I specify “lovingly” ribbing because, while it
highlights a lot of cringe-worthy activity in the Kerrigan family, it never
comes across as mean-spirited. If anything, it manages to generate sympathy
outside of that through their plight of potentially losing their home. Another
key aspect of Australian culture is what has been pinned down as “The
Australian Dream”: Owning property. I’ve poked fun at the American equivalent
many times on this blog before, but bear in mind that at least theirs focuses
on prosperity and personal ambition. Here, it focuses on occupying land that,
if you know anything about our nation’s dark history with the First Peoples of
this country, we shouldn’t be occupying to begin with.
Where this gets interesting is where this film plays into
the cultural landscape through its narrative, about a middle-class white family
being forcibly removed from their home land. This was a remarkably common thing
back in the 80’s and early 90’s, with TV shows like The Henderson Kids and
Round The Twist also featuring plots along the same lines. As much as I would
like to put this down to privileged whining, this film shows enough awareness of
its predecessors to avoid that. By framing the story as a matter of protecting
one’s home, even incorporating the ground-breaking Mabo case into the bedrock
of the narrative, it reframes a rather prominent piece of Australian white
guilt as a means to sympathize with our past. To understand what is woven into
our cultural history and how we can learn
from it, rather than just ignore that it ever happened like far too many
conservatives over here seem to be doing. This highlights what I see as our
nation’s greatest cinematic asset: A willingness and aptitude to delve into
cultural patchworks, and expose both the sorrow and the mirth contained within.
#59: Ed Wood – Even the worst filmmakers have heart
A decidedly different offering from Tim Burton’s Gothic
stylings, this look at the life and works of Mr. Edward D. Wood Jr. shows the
kind of sincere admiration for schlock that modern audiences experienced in
droves in the wake of The Disaster Artist. It presents the man’s works for what
they are, cheaply-made oddities, but never translates that into contempt for
the man himself. Instead, through its approach to his work ethic and his
genuine drive to create films, it allows sympathy for a man who wanted to make
art but didn’t have all of the means to do so. So, he made do with what he had,
compiling together some of the most unintentionally strange films in the
history of the medium.
This is a fact for pretty much every filmmaker in the world: Even the worst of them still have to
put a lot of work into just a single
production. In order to truly present something like Plan 9 From Outer Space as
something worth taking seriously, the filmmaker himself must have taken it
seriously. And as this film shows, Ed Wood had a creative zeal that even the
most popular directors of today could scarcely touch. Brought brilliantly to
life by Burton Street Regular Johnny Depp, we are shown a man who made
undeniably subpar films… but still kept making them because his love for the
art form was just that strong. Not
even the flimsiest of tombstones could hold him back. Have to admit, as someone
who frequently worries about the efficacy of his own works, I get a lot of
inspiration out of a story like this. Glen Or Glenda is still very near and
dear to my heart, but it’s this film that made me give it a chance in the first
place.
#58: Inside Out – Depression from a child’s perspective
I was diagnosed with clinical depression at an early age.
It’s something that has affected a lot of my life from then on, and I have had
more than a few ugly experiences because of it. Knowing that that kind of
depression is rarely if ever portrayed accurately
on film, I always feel like it’s a matter of public service to highlight the
ones that get it right. And quite frankly, few films I have seen in my lifetime
managed to get it across as effectively as this did.
Its connection to depression is admittedly part of its
overall connection to emotions at large, with a lot of the film’s humour and
pathos coming from how well it understands how raw feels can affect a person,
especially at an early age. Through a combination of some of the best casting
I’ve ever heard for an animated film (Lewis Black as the literal
personification of Anger is about as perfect as you can get) and a neat balance
struck between the family-friendly rounding of the real world and the
child-like wonder inside Riley’s head, the film both looks and reads like it
comes from a place of genuine understanding.
There’s one scene in particular that stuck with me, even
more so than this film’s legendary running gag about the jingle for Tripledent
Gum. It’s where Riley is in the midst of an emotional breakdown, with the
emotions in her head being completely unable to do anything at Headquarters.
The eerie quiet as she sits on that bus, just trying to get away from
everything through a haze of emotional hollowness… That hit hard. I’ve made a
few of those trips myself, and that feeling of utter disconnect from what I
know I should be feeling is an
experience I know all too well. And all of this courtesy of Disney/Pixar,
showing that their capacity of traumatizing children can also be used for
utterly therapeutic purposes. If someone ever asks me to explain how what it’s
like to have depression, my only response will be “Watch Inside Out”. It’s that effective on all fronts.
#57: True Romance – Best film cast of all time
This is the epitome of an ‘ensemble cast’ film, as not only
is the cast stuffed full of amazing actors, they are all set into roles that
fit them about as perfectly as you can get. Christian Slater as one of the best
depictions of a film geek I’ve seen in Clarence Worley? Check. Val Kilmer as
Elvis-in-all-but-name/Clarence’s spiritual mentor? Check. Gary Oldman as the
perplexingly captivating gangster Drexl? Check. Dennis Hopper and Christopher
Walken in one of the greatest exchanges ever put to film as Clifford and Don
Coccotti? Check and CHECK!
Brought together by casting directors Risa Bramon Garcia and
Billy Hopkins, under the direction of underrated 90’s legend Tony Scott and
with the scripting of the great Quentin Tarantino, this is the kind of
bombastic crime flick that benefits greatly from this many great names in the
cast list. Even the smaller roles, like Samuel L. Jackson as Drexl’s right-hand
man, leave a serious impact by film’s end. This is the kind of intricacy with
casting that I honestly wish more ‘ensemble cast’ productions took note of, as
everyone here pulls their weight in service of a story that deserves their
efforts.
#56: Reefer Madness (2005) – Propaganda gets torn to pieces
The original 1936 scare flick Reefer Madness is one of the
most memetic pieces of propaganda in the cultural mindset. In today’s day and
age, the idea that people were so dead-set afraid of something as innocuous as
marijuana is quite laughable… but that doesn’t change the fact that that
mindset was still a very real thing, one that has lingered into the modern day.
This satirical musical based on that production succeeds on two different
fronts.
Firstly, the music is gold. It has the right combination of
tongue-in-cheek lyricism and genuinely catchy music to create the kind of songs
that you can sing along with regardless of irony. Whether it’s the overblown
ridiculousness of Listen To Jesus, Jimmy, the borked zaniness of The Brownie
Song, the genuinely sweet sentiment of Mary Jane/Mary Lane or the demented
bombast of the title song, it all checks out.
Secondly, it shows enough of an understanding of its source
material to aim its jabs well, taking the expected contemporary hindsight to
comment on just how… precious all of this seems. It embodies the naiveté of
1930’s America, while also having the sense to highlight why propaganda like the original film exists. Throughout the film,
as quipped by Alan Cumming as the omniscient narrator, we see how a lot of the
restrictions of the time were built around scapegoating and painting targets:
Silencing the opposition with accusations of being Communist spies, denouncing
the “evils” of jazz and romantic love, all in service to preserving the
American identity from fabricated enemies. That also has lingered into the modern day, and as funny as this can
get, I have a lot of respect for how vicious this can get in exposing the
mechanics of propaganda for the heinocity that it represents.
#55: Perfect Blue – Screwing with the mind has never been so
simple
The late great Satoshi Kon will always have a place in my
heart for the incessantly vicious culture critic that he was. From the pop
culture evisceration of Paranoia Agent to the look into tech and Internet
culture with Paprika, the man is not only astute about his surroundings but
more than willing to voice them.
What makes this particular feature sit so well with me is
down to more than just the cultural examinations, though. Sure, it has a lot of
clarity about celebrity culture and the fetishization of women, particularly
the pop idols that make up a hefty amount of the Japanese landscape. It
highlights a lot of ugly attitudes in society towards these aspects, and even
managed to predict the role that the Internet would go on to play in that
dynamic as far as disgusting behaviour towards women.
However, even more so than that, I love this film because it
is a perfect blueprint on how to do psychological horror well. Rather than the
incredible intricacies of his work on Paranoia Agent, it’s the simplicity of
this feature that wins it points. While dealing in very nuanced and layered
ideas, it manages to breeze through them so efficiently that Kon makes the
whole genre look dead-easy to pull off. I mean, if this story about a pop
idol-turned-actress succumbing to what her surrounding culture expect of her
can be boiled down this easily into effective spine-chills, why can’t they all
be this good?
#54: The World’s End – The Arthurian pub crawl
This is a martial arts action/sci-fi/comedy about a group of
friends going on a pub crawl through their old hometown, all the while dealing
with alien robots and wearing a lot of Arthurian influence on their crumpled
sleeves. Edgar Wright made his mark on the world through this kind of cinematic
alchemy, combining so many seemingly-disparate elements and seamlessly merging
them together, and this marks one of the high points in his already-impressive
filmography.
As a comedy, it is positively rib-tickling and it benefits
from Wright and Simon Pegg’s penchant for impeccably-detailed stories with
enough minor details to warrant repeat viewings to let all the jokes ring
through.
As a piece of socially-conscious sci-fi, it utilizes
familiar notes of adults learning how to be adults from the rest of the Three
Flavours Cornetto trilogy with a pointed perspective on how homogenized the modern
world has become. It also benefits from an absolutely astounding conclusion,
using humanity’s potential for misbehaviour as a defining reason for its
existence, with the ending proper presenting the kind of grim but weirdly
optimistic near-future that makes for true science-fiction classic status.
As an action flick, Wright’s penchant for energetic action
beats combined with the choreography of Aussie stuntman Brad Allan, member of
the Jackie Chan Stunt Team, allows for incredibly fun pub brawls.
And as a complete package, all of these elements weave in
and out of each other to create a seriously unique experience of a film. One
that I still vividly remember watching for the first time and being utterly
breathless with glee by the end.
#53: Falling Down – Pulled from tomorrow’s headlines
One of the more popular legends in the Internet age is that
of Florida Man. Seemingly every day, at least one news story hits about someone
from the Sunshine State doing something so perplexingly criminal that reactors
are both aghast and breathless with laughter in response. And these stories can
get outright bizarre, to the point of making the classic “Man bites dog”
scenario seem like any given Sunday in comparison to what some of these people
come up with.
I bring this up because this film, yet another morose effort
from Joel Schumacher, feels like it’s in-tune with that same disconnected
feeling as the stories attributed to Florida Man. Man walks into a convenience
store, sees how expensive a can of soda is, trashes the convenience store, pays
for the drink and leaves. And that’s just for starters! This could have so easily been its own humourous news
story, except with this film’s framing, it’s not all that funny. Instead,
through Michael Douglas’ iconic performance as D-Fens, we are shown a man at
the end of his rope, discarded by the country he spent so long serving and
wanting nothing more than to see his daughter again.
This film’s narrative presents a lot of odd set pieces, like
the legendary “I don’t want lunch, I want breakfast!” shouting match at a
fast-food restaurant, but with the character backstory, it highlights the
tragedy of what it takes to bring a man to that point. It shows the context
that is often missing from the tales of Florida Man, depicting an imperfect man
stuck in an imperfect world and only getting further submerged in it by the
second. Interesting note here: Despite the increasing access to weaponry D-Fens
gets as the story carries on, he doesn’t actually directly kill anyone in the
film proper. The closest he gets is the man on the golf course who has a heart
attack, and even then, I would argue that the situation doesn’t leave him as
the sole person responsible for what happened. I know this is a weird reaction
to a story like this, one often written off as White People Problems, but this
actually changed my perspective on stories like those of Florida Man.
It gave me an idea of how it feels to be that person’s
shoes, how they must have felt and what must have happened to them to lead them
to the point of making the news in that fashion. This film taught me to be more
sympathetic about what I see reported in the news, a mindset that also
translated into a more sympathetic mindset towards life in general. There’s a
lot more people like D-Fens out there than you would think.
#52: Snatch – An entire cast of lead characters
Much like True Romance, the brilliance of this crime caper
is down to the characters, both in writing and in performance. However, this
goes one step further than True Romance in that this also has pitch-perfect
casting of captivating characters, but I can easily see any one of these
characters being the lead of their own story. And they have all been brought
together in service of what still remains the crown jewel of former Brit-crime
vanguard Guy Ritchie’s catelog.
From the low-key badass of Jason Statham as boxing promoter
Turkish, the high-key bumbling of Robbie Gee’s Vinny and Lennie James’ Sol, the
immediate engagement of Benicio Del Toro’s Frnky Four-Fingers, and of course
the incomprehensible majesty of Brad Pitt as the Irish boxer Mickey (best
performance of his career, don’t @ me), everyone here is just so well-drawn and
interesting to watch butt heads with each other that it makes the rather
fractured nature of the plot feel warranted. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t
bring up Alan Ford as the king of all things intimidating Brick Top, one of the
single greatest film gangsters of all time. In a film chock-full of delicious
quotables, his monologue about what the word ‘nemesis’ means is the absolute
highlight for me. It may fill me with some disappointment that Guy Ritchie has
never managed to be this good since, but still, he gave us one hell of a career
highlight.
#51: Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas – The straight dope (and
booze and mescaline)
Hunter S. Thompson is one of my biggest influences as far as
writing goes. His very raw and uncompromisingly personal approach to
journalism, one just as intent on soaking itself in the chaos of the world as
it is trying to wade through it all, is something that I have definitely taken
to heart. Hell, I directly took inspiration from his Gonzo style of journalism
in a few of my reviews on here, particularly when it came time to review the
2015 version of Vacation, which still ranks as one of the single worst films I’ve sat through.
This film was my first major exposure to the man, the myth,
the legend that is Hunter S. Thompson, and right from the incredibly haunting
opening credits, I was hooked. Johnny Depp (man, he’s been turning up a lot on this list, I just realized)
brings another incredible performance, depicting the man himself so well than
even Hunter himself was amazed by it. Director Terry Gilliam, a creator who is
at his best when dealing with unabashed insanity, designed the visuals to
depict the reported effects of drugs and hallucinogens, an effect that is very
apparent in how stylistically uncomfortable this can get.
But that discomfort serves a greater purpose than simple disorientation, as this marks one of the few exposes on the ‘American Dream’ that actually resonates with me. Watching Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo navigate the hedonist’s Disneyland that is Las Vegas, hopped up on enough pharmaceuticals to kill lesser men, gives a very surreal but earnest depiction of a society in turmoil and the crazies who are the only people who could keep their sanity in the face of it. I have always had a thing about embracing my inner weirdness, something that should be apparent in a lot of my picks for this list, but this film made me realize that, in this world, you need that weirdness to stay sane.
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