Met with incisor flashing rage, 2017 in film was a kaleidoscope of havoc. Features were challenging, uncompromising, and investigative of the human condition.
There was an amazing variety of music videos that reflected our collective resilience in 2017. Elation was behind the fog. In picking my favorites of the year, I went with themes of nostalgia and determination. If anything can be said, artists were unafraid and resolute.
The film leans heavily on Charlize’s charisma, director David Leitch’s action chops and its killer soundtrack (David Bowie, Depeche Mode, Queen, George Michael, etc.) to keep the fuel going.
It is without a doubt his most accessible work — blending in his jumbling narrative style with a traditional, though unrelenting plot. Still, in places it is surprisingly intimate, something most Nolan fans likely haven’t seen since Memento (2000) well over a decade ago. This is paired with a tone of total chaos and terror that inevitably falls to sentiment.
Music did its best to try and apply soothing antiseptic to an otherwise frightening 2016. At least we had some sort of positive, yeah? The incredibly strong year for music has seen no issue carrying over, seamlessly, into the first three-plus months of the new year.
With the hauntingly layered and chaotically cool release of 9 Bed, No Bath, Megan Hattie has launched the most entrancing and inimitable compilation of the year.
Danièle Thompson’s Cézanne-Et-Moi is drenched with a self-importance that, though draining, is utterly fitting to the historical men it brings to life.
The incredibly funny, insightful, and steampunk-loathing tandem of Jamie Loftus and Caitlin Durante formed The Bechdel Cast in November of 2016. The show’s premise is to explore the disparity of roles played by women in cinema.
To describe Olivier Assayas’ slate, often times inscrutable Personal Shopper would be to hack into the growth rings of a perfectly opaque mystery.
Writer and director Julia Ducournau’s sticky, blood-flecked Raw doesn’t necessarily fall into the grisly chambers of body horror even though the film’s carmine color palette screams out to the genre.