Roger Ebert delivers his list of the best movies of 2005. How many have I seen?
- Crash – Matt Dillon yanking Thandy Newton from that car was a powerful scene.
- Broken Flowers – Did you say your name was Lolita? Cripes. A funny, sad, poignant movie.
- Batman Begins – Better than the other Batman movies, that’s for sure.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – Hogwarts is looking scarier all the time, and the movies keep getting better too.
- A History of Violence – Maria Bello in that cheerleader outfit…
- Sin City – Jessica Alba and Rosario Dawson in the same movie, and both scantily clad. Hoo boy.
- Walk the Line – Good story, great music.
- Gunner Palace – This is what we’re fighting for people.
- March of the Penguins – Now this is what a nature documentary is supposed to look like; stark Antarctic wilderness, hot penguin sex, and months of intense hardship. Wow.
- No Direction Home: Bob Dylan – Caught this on PBS a couple weeks ago, helluva documentary about a true American icon.
- The Woodsman – That scene in the park with the little girl was fucking intense and one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever watched.
Not too many on my list are there; Ebert mentions 68 worthy movies in his top ten – go ponder that for awhile – and I saw only 11 of the movies he mentions. But I plan on hitting Syriana, King Kong, and The New World in the next few days, so that will put me at 14. I still saw only 20% of his movies though, not a good indication of my movie watching prowess.
Here’s a link to a fascinating story of the poor in both Appalachia and the Congo: The poor mountain man in Kentucky makes more money than a respected surgeon in Kinshasa. One lives with cable television, DVD players, several automobiles and his own home; the other eats meat maybe twice a month, has sporadic electricity, deals with looters (and pillaging soldiers) and shares his home with 12 family members. The article sums up with these two points:
[I]f poor Americans were to compare their standard of living with what is normal elsewhere in the world, let alone in Congo, they would see they have little cause for discontent. Then again, were Americans not so incurably discontented with their lot, their great country would not be half as dynamic as it is.
It makes me feel small and petty for my concerns and wants when I read about the Dr. Kabamba in the Congo. Poverty is a relative term I guess, and I am fantastically wealthier than 90% of the planet’s population.
More on Santarchy, and the real story behind those marauding Kiwi Santas.
Yes, Virginia, there is a War on Christmas.
Check out the teaser trailer for Mel Gibson’s Apocalypto and then wander on over to this discussion of the Apocalypto trailer – and yes, it’s really there, I’m looking at his grinning mug right now. That’s completely hilarious.
Man, this is one ultra-cool automobile factory that Volkswagen built in Dresden.
Slate has a great piece up on Lolita, light of my life, the fire of my loins. And yes, it is still a horrific book after 50 years. All that beauty of prose, about a monomaniacal pedophile.