Eight fleeting thoughts on the business and pleasure of making a Top 10 list:
1. That kind of a year. For any critic — naaah, let’s just say for this critic — compiling a 10 Best list is a chore, a game and a declaration of principles. A chore because I want to be judicious in balancing my first impressions of a film with my appraisal of it many months later (which means second viewings of the contenders). A game because, in the long run, none of this matters. And a statement of principles because a list of the year’s favorites should indicate either the breadth or the concentration of certain kinds of good films. “Breadth” mandates including the best independent, foreign-language, documentary, animated and experimental films. “Concentration” means choosing a higher number of the same kind of movies, thus making a statement about the state of cinema.
This time I said to hell with Breadth and concentrated on Concentration. For the past few years I’ve found that mainstream movies of the action variety have revealed more narrative and technical ingenuity than indie or foreign art-house films, which, with important exceptions, are going through a static or mopey phase. And after some patchy early attempts, directors have learned to use the 3-D format as a revelatory artistic tool. My 2011 list clarified those positions by assigning eight of the 10 slots to either action films (Detective Dee and the Mystery of the Phantom Flame, War Horse, Super 8, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Rango, Fast Five) or 3-D movies (Hugo, Cave of Forgotten Dreams). It was that kind of a year.
(READ: Corliss’ Top 10 Best Movies)
2. “Fast Five!?” I hear you saying. I heard me saying it too, for it’s exactly the kind of film that I enjoy watching but which gets pushed down the year-end list, and then off, to make room for some worthy Iranian entry. (Sorry, A Separation.) Fast Five had no special provenance (for the record, the director was Justin Lin), no exceptional performances, no memorable dialogue. Yet it did what movies should do: move. Hence my praising of it as “the first great post-human movie”— a money quote the studio didn’t use. And I esteemed the film as highly the second time I watched it. So there it is at No. 10. More than ever, my declaration of critical principles this year was a declaration of one moviegoer’s pleasures.
And if you’re wondering why my list has the seemingly redundant name of “Top 10 Best Movies,” it’s because Mary Pols contributed a “Top 10 Worst Movies.”
(READ: Mary Pols’ Top 10 Worst Movies)
3. Pairing pictures. Figuring that the text of a 10 Best list should flow organically, I occasionally rank films in consecutive slots to emphasize their similarities. This year, both The Artist and Hugo were splendid evocations of silent movies. So they became Nos. 1 and 2. (Why The Artist first? Very nearly, but not quite, a coin toss.) Steven Spielberg’s War Horse and JJ Abrams’ Super 8, a film inspired by Spielberg’s early work, also accommodated pairing. Linking them was meant to suggest a paternal kinship, the passing of exceptional storytelling techniques from one generation to the next.
Twinning is an old habit with me. In 2004 I linked a pair of highly charged films about politics and faith — Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11 and Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ — in part for the fun of imagining the two directors being forced to sit next to each other on some imaginary honors platform. And two years ago, to make a point about the creative dominance of animation, I filled my top three slots with features in different formats: one traditional hand-drawn (The Princess and the Frog), one CGI (Up) and one stop-motion (Fantastic Mr. Fox). Many reviewers don’t share my admiration for animation, as indicated by this year’s New York Film Critics Circle decision not to vote a prize in that category. Constant readers will note that this is the first year since 2007 that an animated feature did not top my list.
4. Ten of one, a half-score of the other. I also compile a 10-pack of Best Movie Performances; and often the films on that lists were finalists for Best Movies. This year, for example, Of Gods and Men, The Interrupters and Life, Above All would have been plausible Best Movie selections. Instead, I acknowledged these films by honoring the superb performances of Michael Lonsdale, Ameena Matthews (yes, a “performance” in a documentary) and Khomotso Manyaka. In my mind, you’re all winners.
(READ: Corliss’ Top 10 Movies Performances)
5. “The Werner Herzog slot.” That’s how someone described my year-end choice of a documentary. It’s true that, in the past seven years, three Herzog docs have made my top 10: The White Diamond (topping the list) in 2005, Encounters at the End of the World in 2008 and Cave of Forgotten Dreams this year. But I’ve also chosen two docs by Charles Ferguson (No End in Sight and Inside Job) and two by Michael Moore (Bowling for Columbine and Fahrenheit 9/11). Looking back over my lists, I see a tendency to favor documentaries made by directors, like Terence Davies (Of Time and the City) and Guy Maddin (My Winnipeg), who had previously beguiled me as makers of fiction films.