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<p style="text-align: left;">Summing up 2010&#8217;s best and worst and everything in between.</p>
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The Top Ten</span> (Links to original reviews where available.)<br />
1. <em>Exit Through the Gift Shop</em></strong><br />
True or false, the genuine article or smart-ass prank<strong>, </strong><em>Exit Through the Gift Shop</em>, the feature filmmaking debut of rogue British artist Banksy,<em> </em>is a marvelous synthesis of documentary and narrative techniques, spinning a terrific yarn while educating the viewing public at the same time.Â  If taken purely at face value, the film offers a fascinating account of the early years of the street art movement (enhanced by lots of rare behind-the-scenes footage) as well as the origin story of one of the industry&#8217;s dominant players, Thierry Guetta, an L.A.-based videographer who&#8211;we&#8217;re told&#8211;morphed into the in-demand artist Mr. Brainwash.Â  If approached as a somewhat embellished version of events, <em>Exit </em>cheekily reflects its maker&#8217;s penchant for surprise and misdirection.Â  Either way, it&#8217;s great fun to watch and functions as a provocative comment on (or spoof of) our commodity-based culture, when even supposed &#8220;outsider art&#8221; can be bought and sold at a respectable institution like Sotheby&#8217;s or in the gift shop at your local art museum.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong><strong>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</strong><br />
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<a rel="attachment wp-att-2958" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2958"><img class="size-full wp-image-2958   aligncenter" title="carlos-edgar-ramirez-2" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/carlos-edgar-ramirez-2.jpg" alt="" width="434" height="290" /></a></strong></p>
<p><strong>2. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2340" target="_blank"><em>Carlos</em></a></strong><br />
Olivier Assayasâ€™ sweeping history of international terrorist Ilich RamÃ­rez SÃ¡nchez a.k.a. Carlos the Jackal was broken into three installments for its initial airing on French television (a format the Sundance Channel followed for the filmâ€™s domestic TV premiere), but if you have the time and the fortitude, this riveting five-and-a-half hour production demands to be seen in one sitting.Â  Thatâ€™s the best way to keep track of Assayasâ€™ decade-spanning narrativeâ€”which involves a cast of characters that numbers in the double digitsâ€”and witness the astonishing transformation that Carlos (played Edgar Ramirez in an intensely committed performance) goes through not only physically, but idealistically as well.Â  He enters the film as a young, fit convert to the revolutionary cause and exits a middle-aged, overweight businessman that sells his increasingly irrelevant services to the highest bidder.Â  For a number of reasons (including its length) <em>Carlos </em>has frequently been compared to Steven Soderbergh&#8217;s <em>Che</em>, but in a sense it&#8217;s really the inverse of that film.Â  <em>Che </em>is about a revolutionary so committed to his beliefs, he refuses to abandon them even when they result in his downfall.Â  <em>Carlos </em>follows a man who fancies himself another larger-than-life icon, but, when the moment of truth arrives, opts for self-preservation over martyrdom.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><a rel="attachment wp-att-2909" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2909"><img class="size-full wp-image-2909   aligncenter" title="127-hours-still1" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/127-hours-still1.jpg" alt="" width="396" height="264" /></a></strong></p>
<p><strong>3. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2592" target="_blank"><em>127 Hours</em></a></strong><br />
Danny Boyle bounces back from the overpraised, overspiced <em>masala</em> that was <em>Slumdog Millionaire </em>with his most focused and exhilarating film since <em>Trainspotting</em>.Â  While some of taken issue with the movieâ€™s breakneck pace, I find this to be one instance where Boyleâ€™s hyperkinetic camerawork proves absolutely essential to the film as it reflects the mindset of the character he and his star James Franco create, who is modeled after Aron Ralston, the real-life hiking enthusiast that famously sliced his own arm off in order to escape from what would have been his tombâ€”a ravine in Utahâ€™s Canyonlands National Park.Â  The movieâ€™s version of Ralston is a guy thatâ€™s always in motion and that restless energy has cost him some important relationships.Â  So when his body is pinned in place, his mind becomes the thing that canâ€™t stop moving and Boyle effectively captures this by filling the film with fragmented memories, hallucinations and, ultimately, a pivotal vision.Â  But the directorâ€™s visual flourishes wouldnâ€™t stick if he didnâ€™t have Franco holding down the center of the movie, in much the same way that Ewan McGregor anchored <em>Trainspotting</em>.Â  If there were any lingering doubts about the actor&#8217;s range and resourcefulness, his work here lays them to rest. Â  Â <strong> </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong><strong>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</strong><br />
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<a rel="attachment wp-att-2910" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2910"><img class="size-large wp-image-2910     aligncenter" title="AnotherYear" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/AnotherYear-1024x682.jpg" alt="" width="430" height="286" /></a></strong></p>
<p><strong>4. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2713" target="_blank"><em>Another Year</em></a></strong><br />
Consider this something of a belated apology for leaving Mike Leighâ€™s previous film <em>Happy-Go-Lucky</em> out of my Top Ten two years ago.Â  Several times now, Iâ€™ve undervalued a Leigh picture after one viewing only to revisit it later and kick myself for not recognizing its brilliance.Â  Iâ€™m not going to make the same mistake with <em>Another Year</em>, which is another fine example of his unique artistry.Â  Rather than write a conventional screenplay, Leigh assembles his actors for an intense rehearsal process during which they construct their characters from the ground up and map out the general arc of the movie.Â  That approach never fails to yield some remarkable performances, from David Thewlis in <em>Naked </em>to Sally Hawkins in <em>Happy-Go-Lucky </em>and now Lesley Manville in <em>Another Year</em>, playing a woman whose ebullience turns, over the course of the year depicted in the film, to despair and desperation.Â  Manville commands the viewerâ€™s attention, but the film boasts one of Leighâ€™s strongest ensembles to date, including Jim Broadbent, Ruth Sheen and Martin Savage in a small, but memorable role.Â  I eagerly look forward to another viewing of <em>Another Year </em>and this time I wonâ€™t come away feeling as though I missed the boat the first time around.</p>
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<p><strong>5. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ia720786bb43ba0b0bacb148284be7c8a" target="_blank"><em>The Social Network</em></a></strong><br />
Itâ€™s best not to think of <em>The Social Network </em>as the official history of Facebook and not just because both director David Fincher and screenwriter Aaron Sorkin have freely admitted to taking significant liberties with the historical record.Â  A more important reason is that the film isnâ€™t particularly interested in Facebook as a technological tool.Â  In Sorkinâ€™s hands, the site becomes the idealized invention (Hitchcock would have called it a MacGuffin, Joss Whedon would label it phlebotinum) at the center of a wonderfully twisty narrative that all of the charactersâ€”including its nominal creator Mark Zuckerbergâ€”are fighting each other to claim ownership of.Â  <em>The Social Network </em>has been a trending topic for so long, itâ€™s easy to underestimate how well-crafted it is, from Sorkinâ€™s snappy patter, to Fincherâ€™s sumptuous visuals to the stellar young cast led by Jesse Eisenberg in his most poised and confident performance to date.Â  The film is proof positive that Hollywoodâ€™s modern-day studio system is occasionally capable of packaging the right elements together to produce a superb super-production.</p>
<p><strong>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a rel="attachment wp-att-2887" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2887"><img class="size-large wp-image-2887 aligncenter" title="Four Lions - cast" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Four-Lions-cast-1024x576.jpg" alt="" width="430" height="242" /></a></p>
<p><strong>6. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2571" target="_blank"><em>Four Lions</em></a></strong><br />
Scene for scene, no film made me laugh harder this year than Chris Morrisâ€™ proudly provocative comedy chronicling the assorted mishaps and fuck-ups of the worldâ€™s most dysfunctional jihadist cell.Â  Much of the movie&#8217;s humor emerges from the disconnect between the characters&#8217; words and their actions, as well as their general lack of self-awareness.Â  The excellent ensemble cast plays even the broadest moments with straightforward sincerity, never winking at the camera to let us know they&#8217;re in on the joke.Â  That the film ends on a dark, somber note is only appropriate&#8211;after all, it&#8217;s all fun and games until someone actually blows himself up.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a rel="attachment wp-att-2878" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2878"><img class="size-large wp-image-2878   aligncenter" title="Illusionist" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Illusionist-1024x553.jpg" alt="" width="430" height="232" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>7. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/esearch/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1002952482" target="_blank"><em>The Illusionist</em></a></strong><br />
From <em>How to Train Your Dragon </em>to <em>Toy Story 3 </em>to <em>Legend of the Guardians </em>to <em>Tangled</em>, 2010 was one of the strongest years yet for computer animation.Â  As eye-popping as those respective films are, none possess the simple magic of Sylvain Chometâ€™s finely crafted hand-drawn taleâ€”based on an unproduced screenplay by French filmmaking icon Jacques Tatiâ€”of an aging vaudeville performer and the surrogate daughter he welcomes into his life.Â  Their relationship may drive the movieâ€™s gentle narrative, but <em>The Illusionist</em> is really about the passing of an era and, more specifically, a kind of entertainment.Â  That makes Chometâ€™s use of 2D animation even more appropriateâ€”it&#8217;s a beautiful example of a slowly passing tradition.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><a rel="attachment wp-att-2877" href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?attachment_id=2877"><img class="size-full wp-image-2877   aligncenter" title="alamar" src="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/alamar.jpg" alt="" width="405" height="284" /></a></strong></p>
<p><strong>8. <em>Alamar</em></strong><br />
It may just be the dad in me talking, but I fell hard for Pedro GonzÃ¡lez-Rubioâ€™s lovely little father-and-son story about a Mexican fisherman who takes his young boy on one last voyage before the child moves to Italy with his mother.Â  None of those details are invented for the movie, by the way.Â  Taking a page from Robert Flaherty, the director met a real-life fisherman whose son really was moving away to live with his estranged Italian wife and came up with the idea of filming their last fishing trip together.Â  The resulting film is perhaps best described as a lightly fictionalized documentary, not unlike Flahertyâ€™s groundbreaking <em>Nanook of the North</em>.Â  (In interviews, GonzÃ¡lez-Rubio has indicated that he gave his â€œactorsâ€ specific tasks he wanted to film, but didnâ€™t dictate how they went about carrying them out.Â  He also didnâ€™t pen any dialogue, just a broad outline of how he hoped the movie would unfold.)Â  What makes <em>Alamar </em>special is the way it captures circumstances that are unique to this father and son, but taps into emotions that are universal.Â  It doesnâ€™t hurt that their expedition takes the pair through some stunning Caribbean seascapes that made me seriously consider planning a spontaneous family vacation.</p>
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<p><strong>9. <em>Fish Tank</em></strong><br />
Andrea Arnoldâ€™s coming-of-age story <em>Fish Tank</em> is an impassioned update of the so-called â€œkitchen sink dramasâ€ that defined British cinema in the â€˜50s and â€˜60s, in which angry young working class men raged against a society that didnâ€™t seem to care about their wants and desires.Â  Mia Williams (a striking debut by non-actor Kate Jarvis), the 15-year-old aspiring dancer at the center of <em>Fish Tank</em>, burns with much of the same fury.Â  Trapped in an ugly council flat with an annoying younger sister and a mother thatâ€™s barely around, sheâ€™s desperate to forge a bond with someone that will treat her as an adult and thinks sheâ€™s found that person when mumâ€™s cool new boyfriend (the effortlessly charismatic Michael Fassbender) moves in.Â  Itâ€™s all too clear where this relationship is headed, but the movie never strikes a false note on the way to its melancholic resolution.Â  A few belabored visual metaphors aside, <em>Fish Tank </em>is also one of the yearâ€™s most vividly directed films with Arnoldâ€™s terrific eye for composition lending the movie a stark beauty thatâ€™s in keeping with the kitchen sink tradition while also establishing its own distinct vision.</p>
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<p><strong>10</strong>. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2421" target="_blank"><strong><em>Boxing Gym</em></strong></a><br />
This list kicked off with the film that best encapsulates the dominant cinematic trend of 2010: movies that blur the line between fact and fiction.Â  So what better way to cap it then with a classic example of old-school <em>cinema</em> <em>verite</em> from one of the formâ€™s masters, Frederick Wiseman?Â  Unfolding almost entirely within the weathered walls of the Austin, Texas-based boxing mecca, Lordâ€™s Gym, <em>Boxing Gym </em>offers no overarching narrative, no central character and no question that everything weâ€™re watching is one-hundred percent on the level.Â  While the film may lack some of the heft of Wisemanâ€™s more expansive works (think <em>Public Housing</em>, <em>Domestic Violence </em>and <em>State Legislature</em>), itâ€™s a superb example of his filmmaking craft, moving at the precise rhythm and pace of a boxer going through a workout.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>The Next 10</strong></span><strong><br />
11. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i4062457efae56fa3d0b8cb359be3cd71" target="_blank"><em>Please Give</em></a></strong><br />
One of the best New York films to come along since Woody Allen blew town, <em>Please Give </em>is a small-scale study of human behavior that showcases writer/director Nicole Holofcenerâ€™s terrific ear for dialogue and the formidable skills of a crack ensemble led by Catherine Keener, Oliver Platt and Ann Guilbert as Manhattanâ€™s most ornery old lady.Â  By the end, no dramatic breakthroughs are reached and no perfect endings are achievedâ€”life simply goes on with everyone just a little bit older and not a whole lot wiser.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>12. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ia3e3c4472acac5d9d72eb8a25d937e41" target="_blank"><em>Un Prophete</em></a></strong><br />
Jacques Audiardâ€™s captivating jailhouse saga deserves to be placed alongside HBOâ€™s <em>OZ </em>and <em>Dead Man Walking</em> in the annals of great prison dramas.Â  Powered by a crackerjack script (co-written by the director and three other scribes), a memorable setting and magnetic performances by Tahar Rahim as the new fish in over his head and Niels Arestrup as the wizened lifer that welcomes him into his crew, <em>Un Prophete </em>should have become a breakout hit on these shores.Â  Perhaps HBO can help win it the audience it deserves by programming the film in between <em>OZ </em>marathons.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>13. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1791" target="_blank"><em>Toy Story 3</em></a></strong><br />
Thereâ€™s not much left to say about the final installment in Pixarâ€™s signature<em> </em>franchise.Â  Does it live up to its predecessors?Â  Absolutely.Â  Is it the best â€œPart 3â€ ever made?Â  Probably.Â  Will it make you laugh?Â  Yes.Â  Will it make you cry?Â  Hell yes.Â  Will you want to watch it again and again and again by yourself and with your kids?Â  The DVD is already cued upâ€¦<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>14. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i9f75082f2f6277116bc7a25832cf5d51" target="_blank"><em>True Grit</em></a></strong><br />
A deceptively simple and straightforward old-fashioned Western from those cheeky Coen Brothers, based on the novel by Charles Portis and featuring strong performances from Jeff Bridges, Matt Damon, Barry Pepper and newcomer Hailee Steinfeld.Â  Beyond Roger Deakinsâ€™ reliably superb cinematography, the beauty of the film lies in its marvelous screenplay, which turns conversation into a more effective weapon than a six-shooter.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>15. <em><a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2000" target="_blank">Scott Pilgrim vs. The World</a>/<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2745" target="_blank">Black Swan</a>/<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i776b1668d474ee369a0256471b2f85fc" target="_blank">Enter the Void</a></em></strong><br />
What could possibly unite these three seemingly disparate movies?Â  Easyâ€”theyâ€™re all virtuoso directing jobs where exceptional filmmaking covers up uneven material.Â  My personal favorite of the bunch is <em>Scott Pilgrim vs. The World</em>, Edgar Wrightâ€™s lively, endlessly inventive romantic action comedy that brilliantly marries video game and comic book aesthetics.Â  Wrightâ€™s direction is so precise and his editing teamâ€™s work is so deft (remember these names for your Best Editing Oscar, Academyâ€”Jonathon Amos and Paul Machliss), they distract you from the fact that the central romance really isnâ€™t all that interesting.Â  Darren Aronofskyâ€™s claustrophobic camerawork is the primary virtue of <em>Black Swan</em>, enlivening the filmâ€™s silly, shallow screenplay and creating an atmosphere of tension, horror and, finally, transcendence that plays like gangbusters.Â  I donâ€™t buy what the movieâ€™s selling about the pursuit of artistic perfection or the need to get in touch with oneâ€™s inner slut, but I greatly enjoy watching Aronofsky try to sell it.Â  By far, the yearâ€™s biggest directorial gamble has to be Gasper Noeâ€™s <em>Enter the Void</em>, a first-person trip through life, death and the great beyond thatâ€™s both profoundly dumb and absolutely breathtaking.Â  Itâ€™s a tour-de-force sensory experience you wonâ€™t easily forget, even if, at times, you wish you could.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>16. <em>Let Me In</em></strong><br />
See, American remakes of foreign films donâ€™t have to suck!Â  Matt Reevesâ€™ take on the Swedish vampire film <em>Let the Right One In </em>is a strong adaptation of a widely-liked movie and a very good film in its own right.Â  Where its predecessor was more of an austere character study, this is a full-bore horror film, albeit one constructed around a potent emotional core.Â  As the picked-upon pre-teen and the young vampire-next-door he falls in love with, Kodi Smit-McPhee and Chloe Moretz, deliver remarkably poised and mature performances.Â  Theirs is arguably the yearâ€™s finest love story.Â Â Â Â  <strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>17. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1743" target="_blank"><em>Stonewall Uprising</em></a></strong><br />
With the recent repeal of the militaryâ€™s Donâ€™t Ask, Donâ€™t Tell policy, weâ€™re slowly, but steadily moving away from the America depicted in the wrenching first half of this Â timely documentary, which covers the years leading up to the 1969 Stonewall Inn riots.Â  At that time, only four short decades ago, gays and lesbians were effectively treated as non-citizens by society at large.Â  Then came Stonewallâ€”an event that directors Kate Davis and David Heilbroner chronicle in extensive detail through eyewitness testimony, archival footage and dramatic recreationsâ€”which launched the modern gay activist movement that has gone on to achieve significant victories in the decades since, up to and including the DADT repeal.Â  <em>Stonewall Uprising </em>reminds us of how far weâ€™ve come in achieving equality for all no matter of sexual orientationâ€¦and how much further he still have to go.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>18. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1861" target="_blank"><em>The Killer Inside Me</em></a></strong><br />
One of the yearâ€™s most misunderstood movies, Michael Winterbottomâ€™s gripping, if flawed adaptation of Jim Thompsonâ€™s 1952 novel places the viewer inside the rapidly deteriorating mind of a small-town police officer (Casey Affleck in his best screen performance to date) who is wrestling with some disturbing urges.Â  True, the filmâ€™s violence is frequently shocking, but Winterbottom doesnâ€™t fetishize bloodletting in the way Hollywood thrillers so often do.Â  Brutality defines the film&#8217;s central character and looking away would just be letting him (and us) off the hook.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>19. <em>Casino Jack and the United States of Money</em>/<em>My Trip to Al-Qaeda</em>/<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i0555f3ad2d58394263496b891a36ff10" target="_blank"><em>Pure Corruption</em></a>/<em>Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer</em></strong><br />
Most documentary filmmakers are lucky if theyâ€™re able to put out one movie every three years.Â  Alex Gibney released a whopping four films in 2010, starting with <em>Casino Jack and the United States of Money</em>, which uses the story of former lobbyist and convicted felon Jack Abramoff to explore the widespread culture of corruption within Congress.Â  After that came Gibneyâ€™s filmed version of author Lawrence Wrightâ€™s one-man stage show <em>My Trip to Al-Qaeda</em> and his half-hour investigation into Japanâ€™s secretive sumu society <em>Pure Corruption</em>, which was one of the best entries in the uneven documentary anthology <em>Freakonomics</em>.Â  He closed out the year with <em>Client 9</em>, the tale of an ambitious politician who rode into office a conquering hero, but was brought down by outside forces and his own personal failings.Â  Gibneyâ€™s chief strength as a documentarian is his dogged desire to follow a real-life story wherever it may lead, even if certain threads bring him to a dead end.Â  These films are fine examples of investigative journalism in action.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>20. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1937" target="_blank"><em>Inception</em></a></strong><br />
I wish Christopher Nolanâ€™s screenplay wasnâ€™t quite so clunky and exposition-heavy, but <em>Inception </em>still ranks as his most effective and entertaining brain-teaser since <em>Memento</em> although, for me at least, it lacks that filmâ€™s emotional impact.Â  I saw <em>Inception</em> twice in theaters and both times it was a pleasure to see how it penetrated the audiencesâ€™ imagination.Â  In a summer largely filled with tedious time-wasters, Nolan delivered the big-budget spectacle moviegoers were hungry for and sent them home with an ending to puzzle over.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>20.5: <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2254" target="_blank"><em>A Letter to Elia</em></a></strong><br />
Working with noted film critic Kent Jones, Martin Scorsese pens a heartfelt cinematic letter to director Elia Kazan that doubles as a terrific hour-long â€œKazan 101â€ class for film buffs.Â  Available only via one of the yearâ€™s best DVD box sets, <em>The Elia Kazan Collection</em>, <em>A Letter to Elia </em>is a memorable tribute from a student to one of his teachers.<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Best Revivals</span><em><br />
House</em></strong><br />
Kudos to Janus Films and the good folks at the Criterion Collection for finally bringing Nobuhiko Obayashiâ€™s 1977 horror-comedy freak-out to these shores.Â  Itâ€™s required viewing for anyone who professes affection for subsequent gonzo horror pictures like <em>The Evil Dead </em>and <em>Bad Taste</em>.<strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1534" target="_blank"><strong><em>Metropolis</em></strong></a><br />
One of the best science-fiction films ever made got even better thanks to the discovery of a half-hourâ€™s worth of previously lost footage that expands Fritz Langâ€™s already epic vision.<strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2182" target="_blank"><strong><em>On the Bowery</em></strong></a><br />
Lionel Rogosinâ€™s 1957 neo-realist tale transports viewers back in time to a New York that no longer exists, capturing the hard life that awaited new arrivals to the then-blighted Bowery neighborhood.<strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>The Leopard</em></strong><br />
New Yorkers can ring in the New Year by heading to Film Forum between December 31 and January 13 to catch this beautifully restored print of Luchino Viscontiâ€™s 1963 drama <em>The Leopard</em>, which features a towering performance by Burt Lancaster, a mesmerizing appearance by screen beauty Claudia Cardinale and a sprawling story that unfolds in the lavish estates and against the sweeping vistas of the Sicilian countryside.Â  If, like me, you havenâ€™t seen <em>The Leopard</em> before, this is the perfect way to experience it for the first time<strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Honor Roll</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2823" target="_blank">Blue Valentine</a><br />
<a title="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2651" href="http://" target="_blank">Disco and Atomic War</a><br />
Dogtooth<br />
Everyone Else<br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i3a15dfaab86484fb08174514fb3b562b" target="_blank">The Fighter</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1743" target="_blank">45365</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1091" target="_blank">Ghost Town</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1227" target="_blank">Greenberg</a><br />
How to Train Your Dragon<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1861" target="_blank">I Am Love</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2413" target="_blank">Inside Job</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1923" target="_blank">The Kids Are All Right<br />
</a><a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2713" target="_blank">The King&#8217;s Speech</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=879" target="_blank">Mother</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=302" target="_blank">The Red Riding Trilogy</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2823" target="_blank">Secret Sunshine</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2823" target="_blank">Somewhere</a><br />
Soul Kitchen<br />
Shutter Island<br />
Tangled<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1861" target="_blank">Winterâ€™s Bone</a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Comme Ci Comme Ca/Meh</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3id2408305f8fc715538a62a5a7eb44a3b" target="_blank">The American</a><br />
Barneyâ€™s Version<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2823" target="_blank">The Company Men</a><br />
Conviction<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2592" target="_blank">Fair Game</a><br />
The Ghost Writer<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=985" target="_blank">The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3id2a9a8ed9c4a58a9b30db075c5bf03d7" target="_blank">Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1264" target="_blank">Kick-Ass</a><br />
Micmacs<br />
Never Let Me Go<br />
Restrepo<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1972" target="_blank">Salt</a><br />
Tamara Drewe<br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i535c1d41e36156fa8123e7c4e191ea60" target="_blank">TRON: Legacy</a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Overrated</span><em><br />
Biutiful<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1861" target="_blank">Cyrus</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1891" target="_blank">Despicable Me</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1723" target="_blank">The Karate Kid</a><br />
Waiting for â€œSupermanâ€</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Underrated</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i962c9998ff4ef12f54afb5842f192418" target="_blank">Agora</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ie16e8b7507e085a99e16d5560e579cf5" target="_blank">Centurion</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1816" target="_blank">Knight and Day</a><br />
Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Gaâ€™Hoole<br />
You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Dumb Fun</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i4010fa1c032f143371a4cf94f43c915a" target="_blank">Hot Tub Time Machine</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i3b3230c2cb215154653917236a96f282" target="_blank">Machete</a><br />
The Other Guys<br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i3b619fdcfedcfc793ad4be2b8d9cba4a" target="_blank">Piranha 3D</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i665ac00464803dd25781edbe62b78542" target="_blank">Predators</a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Just Plain Dumb</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i5207f9d259b81f62df2876730fa4cf01" target="_blank">Cop Out</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ice1c355368464e5c2088c7c3f63fdbc6" target="_blank">Clash of the Titans</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/reviews/major-releases/e3if8ded2f4965f3d69dcd3057e1c55fbcc" target="_blank">Gulliverâ€™s Travels</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ic0c203644bbc3d5f7bd6b313633a2849" target="_blank">Jonah Hex</a><br />
Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Pleasant Surprises</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ia62d19a7acb838db8d321772b2e551ce" target="_blank">The Book of Eli</a><br />
I Love You Phillip Morris<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=952" target="_blank">The Runaways</a><br />
Tiny Furniture<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1186" target="_blank">Waking Sleeping Beauty</a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Big Disappointments</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ie2e67226d2672c98071c6a1b4ddefbbb" target="_blank">Alice in Wonderland</a><br />
The Expendables<br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2146" target="_blank">Iâ€™m Still Here</a><br />
<a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3idbde8a913c8837423369ea33a0f77dbc" target="_blank">MacGruber</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2823" target="_blank">The Tempest</a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Movies Iâ€™m Sorry I Missed</span><em><br />
Easy A<br />
Marwencol<br />
The Square<br />
Wild Grass<br />
Videocracy</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Movies Iâ€™m <em>Not</em> Sorry I Missed</span><em><br />
Charlie St. Cloud<br />
Life as We Know It<br />
Little Fockers<br />
The Twilight Saga: Eclipse<br />
Valentineâ€™s Day</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Bottom 10</span><br />
1. <em>Remember Me</em><br />
2. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3ib75f76acc2901e26517734d8be3f8b2e" target="_blank"><em>The A-Team</em></a><br />
3. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2182" target="_blank"><em>Last Day of Summer</em></a><br />
4. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1626" target="_blank"><em>Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time</em></a><br />
5. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1471" target="_blank"><em>A Nightmare on Elm Street</em></a><br />
6. <em>All Good Things</em><br />
7. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1003" target="_blank"><em>The Bounty Hunter</em></a><br />
8. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/esearch/e3i2a62321a15dd65d8c70663f0749bffc2" target="_blank"><em>The Sorcererâ€™s Apprentice</em></a><br />
9. <a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1901" target="_blank"><em>The Girl Who Played With Fire</em></a><br />
10. <a href="http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/content_display/reviews/major-releases/e3i9a98d83b8ff950ac7cc5a1229fca0c8d?imw=Y" target="_blank"><em>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</em></a></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Best Performances</span><br />
Casey Affleck: <em>The Killer Inside Me</em><br />
Christian Bale: <em>The Fighter</em><br />
Michael Fassbender: <em>Fish Tank</em>/<em>Centurion</em><br />
James Franco: <em>127 Hours</em><br />
Kate Jarvis: <em>Fish Tank</em><br />
Lesley Manville: <em>Another Year</em><br />
Edgar Ramirez: <em>Carlos</em><br />
Noomi Rapace: <em>The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo</em><br />
Tilda Swinton: <em>I Am Love</em><br />
Michelle Williams: <em>Blue Valentine</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Best of 2011 (So Far)</span><em><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2324" target="_blank">Certified Copy</a> </em>(Opens March 11)<em><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2403" target="_blank">Meekâ€™s Cutoff</a> </em>(Opens in April)<em><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=1111" target="_blank">My Perestroika</a> </em>(TBD)<em><br />
<a href="http://www.nycfilmcritic.com/?p=2316" target="_blank">Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives</a> </em>(Opens March 2)</strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">10 Most Anticipated Movies of 2011</span><br />
1. <em>The Tree of Life </em>(Director: Terrence Malick, May 27)<br />
2. <em>The Muppets</em> (Director: James Bobin, December 25)<br />
3. <em>Paul</em> (Director: Greg Mottola, March 18)<br />
4. <em>The Descendents</em> (Director: Alexander Payne, TBD)<br />
5. <em>The Trip</em> (Director: Michael Winterbottom, TBD)<br />
6. <em>Your Highness</em> (Director: David Gordon Green, April 8)<br />
7. <em>The Adventures of Tintin: Secret of the Unicorn</em> (Director: Steven Spielberg, December 23)<br />
8. <em>Super 8 </em>(Director: J.J. Abrams, June 10)<br />
9. <em>Contagion</em> (Director: Steven Soderbergh, October 21)<br />
10. <em>Source Code</em> (Director: Duncan Jones, April 1)</strong></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>10 Least Anticipated Movies of 2011</strong></span><strong><br />
1. <em>The Smurfs</em> (Director: Raja Gosnell, August 3)<br />
2. <em>Transformers: Dark Side of the Moon</em> (Director: Michael Bay, July 1)<br />
3. <em>Straw Dogs</em> (Director: Rod Lurie, September 16)<br />
4. <em>The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1</em> (Director: Bill Condon, November 18)<br />
5. <em>Just Go With It</em> (Director: Dennis Dugan, February 11)<br />
6. <em>Justin Bieber: Never Say Never</em> (Director: Jon Chu, February 11)<br />
7. <em>Thor</em> (Director: Kenneth Branagh, May 6)<br />
8. <em>Scream 4</em> (Director: Wes Craven, April 15)<br />
9. <em>Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides</em> (Director: Rob Marshall, May 20)<br />
10. <em>Sherlock Holmes 2</em> (Director: Guy Ritchie, December 16)</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong><em>Black Swan</em><br />
Directed by Darren Aronofsky<br />
Screenplay by Mark Heyman, Andres Heinz, John McLaughlin<br />
Starring Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Vincent Cassel and Barbara Hershey<br />
***1/2</strong></p>
<p><strong> </strong>The key to appreciating (if not necessarily enjoying) the unnerving ballet psychodrama <em>Black Swan </em>is coming to terms with the fact that director Darren Aronofsky isnâ€™t making Tchaikovskyâ€™s <em>Swan Lake</em>â€”heâ€™s making Roman Polanskiâ€™s <em>Swan Lake</em>.Â  The influence of the controversial Polish filmmakerâ€™s work looms large over this film, particularly his vintage â€™60-era thrillers like <em>Rosemaryâ€™s Baby</em>, <em>Knife in the Water</em> and <em>Repulsion</em>.Â  Indeed, the latter film is the most obvious influence on <em>Black Swan</em>.Â  Released in 1965, <em>Repulsion </em>(which was Polanskiâ€™s first English-language feature)<em> </em>starred Catherine Deneuve as a troubled young woman so frightened of the world in general and men in particular that when her sister leaves her alone in their apartment for a week, her internal demons manifest themselves as terrifying hallucinations that eventually push her over the edge into madness.Â Â  Even today, <em>Repulsion </em>remains one of the great â€œDonâ€™t watch it when youâ€™re home aloneâ€ movies, as Polanski turns a nondescript apartment into a cabaret of horrors.</p>
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That said, <em>Repulsion </em>can also come across as somewhat silly at times because Polanski pushes the material to extremes in his effort to put the audience in the unhinged mind of its central character.Â  Anyone looking for a realistic depiction of a fractured psyche may have trouble adjusting to <em>Repulsion</em>â€™s embellishments.Â  The same goes for <em>Black Swan</em>, which is a similarly heightened depiction both of mental illness and sexual repression.Â  Written by a trio of screenwriters that includes Mark Heyman, Andres Heinz and John McLaughlin, the story revolves around Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman), a promising up-and-comer in a New York ballet company headed up by renowned artistic director Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel).Â  Leroy plans to open the companyâ€™s new season with an edgy version of <em>Swan Lake</em> and hopes to feature a fresh new face in the dual lead role of the White Swan and Black Swan.Â  (For those not familiar with the plot of <em>Swan Lake</em>, the general gist of it is that the beautiful, virtuous White Swan catches the eye of a handsome prince, who is then tricked into romancing her lusty, wanton doppelganger the Black Swan, resulting in much anguish and heartbreak and the White Swanâ€™s eventual suicide.)Â  While the director knows that he has the perfect White Swan in Ninaâ€”whose pristine beauty and mastery of technique makes her the companyâ€™s best new talentâ€”heâ€™s not certain that she has the wild abandon necessary to dance the part of the Black Swan.</p>
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<p>If Leroy knew anything about her home life, he might understand why Nina is so withdrawn and inhibited.Â  Raised in a claustrophobic Upper West Side apartment by an overbearing, overprotective single mother (Barbara Hershey, channeling Piper Laurie from <em>Carrie</em>) who was forced to give up her own ballet career after she got pregnant, the poor girl has been trained to focus on nothing but her dancing career.Â Â Â  Her age may qualify her as an adult, but mentally sheâ€™s still very much a sheltered child.Â  Thatâ€™s why she so desperately desires Leroyâ€™s approval and descends into torment whenever he criticizes her technically perfect, but spiritless dancing.Â  Even after winning the coveted role, Nina canâ€™t be happyâ€”sheâ€™s overwhelmed by Leroyâ€™s demands and lives in constant fear of losing the part to another dancer, specifically Lily (Mila Kunis), a tattooed minx who just joined the company after moving to New York from San Francisco.Â  Outgoing, cool and a big hit with the boys (including an obviously infatuated Leroy), Lily is everything Nina isnâ€™t and she views the new arrival with an equal mixture of envy, suspicion and desire.</p>
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<p>Itâ€™s crucial to the success of <em>Black Swan </em>that the audience is able to experience this heightened reality entirely through Ninaâ€™s eyes and Aronofsky does a terrific job trapping the viewer inside her head.Â  Expanding on the visual approach he honed in his previous film, <em>The Wrestler</em>, Aronofsky shoots much of the film (including the ballet sequences) in tight close up with Portman frequently located in the center of the fame, limiting the audienceâ€™s field of vision to the environment thatâ€™s immediately around her.Â  (In fact, there are only two moments in the movie where weâ€™re allowed to view Nina from a distance, both of which occur in the climactic performance of <em>Swan Lake</em>.)Â  Itâ€™s a jarring effect at first; other characters hover around her as almost spectral presences until they enter her line of sight and the locations she passes through blur together as well.Â  Everything about her life seems vaguely unreal, a feeling that increases as the narrative progresses and Ninaâ€™s mental state worsens.Â  Suddenly, strange things start to appear around the edges of the frameâ€”paintings on a wall appear to scream at hear and when she gazes at strangers on the street, she sees her own face sneering back at her.Â  Some of these flourishes are a little hoary to be honest, familiar horror movie shocks repurposed here in a somewhat ham-fisted fashion.Â  The same could also be said of the movieâ€™s clichÃ©d presentation of the age-old Madonna/Whore complex, as it once again suggests that the best way for the virginal heroine to improve herself is by embracing her inner slut.Â  (Call it the <em>Grease </em>school of Feminism.)Â  Since the movie was written by three guys and directed by another, it shouldnâ€™t come as a big shock that the tension between the Good Girl (Nina) and the Bad Girl (Lily) eventually leads them into a bedroom encounter sure to be analyzed shot-by-shot on Internet message boards for years to come.</p>
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<p>But whatever missteps the films makes along the way are almost completely made up for by its terrific third act, in which Nina finally takes the stage and delivers the performance of her life.Â  Lasting about twenty minutes, this dynamic sequence finds Nina almost completely untethered from reality, possessed by the competing personalities that have taken control of her mind and body.Â  Itâ€™s a bravura bit of acting by Portman, who does much of her own dancing, an impressive feat considering that that the <em>Swan Lake </em>performance is filmed in long, unbroken takes unlike the heavily edited dance numbers glimpsed in so many other recent musicals.Â  (Of course, itâ€™s worth noting that Aronofskyâ€™s decision to shoot her largely in close-up and medium shots means that they could have fudged the footwork when it suited them.)Â  <em>Black Swan</em>â€™s final moments are both profoundly moving and sublimely ridiculous, not unlike the famous farewell number that closes Bob Fosseâ€™s <em>All That Jazz</em>.Â  Itâ€™s an extreme depiction of one womanâ€™s unhealthy devotion to her art thatâ€™s sometimes easy to laugh at, but ultimately difficult to shake.</p>
<p><em><strong>Black Swan </strong></em><strong>opens in limited release on Friday, December 3.</strong></p>
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