Been too long since I posted – was busy as heck with a big rewrite, then a proof of the rewrite that turned into more than just a proof, as they always do.
But the manuscript is done and back to my agent, Janet Reid. It’s her problem now. So I’m free to catch up on blogging.
First, I note with pride and shame that I’ve seen 70 movies in theaters this year. (Why pride? Because that’s a new record for me. Why shame? Because it’s clear that I waste too much of my life in movie theaters, eating bad popcorn and drinking $5.25 pink lemonades.)
Despite my track record, there are a bunch more flicks I feel pressured to see in the year’s final 11 days. To wit: Slumdog Millionaire, The Wrestler, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Revolutionary Road, Milk. Blame the Oscars for this foolish annual backloading.
As I gird my loins for the final moviegoing sprint of the year, I thought I’d hit you with my own Top Ten to this point. The following list is in chronological, not qualitative, order, and reflects the dates on which I saw the movies, not their release dates:
- There Will Be Blood
- Run Fat Boy Run
- The Dark Knight
- Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
- Sex Drive
- Role Models
Pretty thin gruel, eh? I thought about including Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian out of sentimentality (I loved the books as a kid – they’re the only ones I saved to pass on to my own children), but it’s hard to love any movie that’s all special effects. For similar reasons, I wasn’t as big a fan of Ironman and The Dark Knight as others were.
Redbelt I had to include because it’s David Mamet, the Last Auteur. Sex Drive, as I noted in a review at the time, stunned me by being a teen-sex-roadtrip flick but possessing, nevertheless, plenty of heart.
My own reaction this list is: Jeez, I saw 70 frigging movies and this is the best Top Ten I can come up with? The Oscar hopefuls mentioned above had better be good.