Category: 12 Months of Movies
It was around this time that I realised that I saw a fair few French films this year and that a lot of them did nothing for me. How can I be against French cinema? Truly, Â I am a monster! Animation makes a strong showing, idiots leave a slightly sour taste in my mouth.
Date Night to Four Lions!
At last! My year in review! And when I say a year, I really mean the whole thing: all 90 “official” Australian 2010 releases I saw, and however many festival films I saw in their own special entries. Now, curating it alphabetically means that no entry has a “theme” (until I reach the festivals, of course), but it also means it’s a damn sight easier to search. So here, your definitive guide to my 2010 in films (with perhaps some 2009 refugees to come at the end).
I have to have more tickets than this, because December was a great, great month indeed. Australia saves everything for Summer, which is why I had the October drought. It was almost worth it for what I witnessed in December ’07.
I’m not sure if I’ve got all of my tickets from November, but it turned out pretty well. Let’s look at it, but not the Japanese Film Festival. That exists in an alternate universe that may some day collide with this one.
This is it, my friends: the elephant’s graveyard. I wish I had seen Eastern Promises.
(If I was smart, I would make montages of each month’s movies, kind of like a Star Wars poster. You know I’m not smart.)
September: the month before the drought. Until December, the rest of the year would be pretty lean. Summer is a huge time for movies here, so for some reason Spring has to really suffer. It’s a good thing that September was able to produce some of the better works of the year before I went into hibernation (ironic that I went into writing hibernation before I published this – most of it written at the start of January!).
August was a month where I made the pilgrimage to the end of Oxford Street not once, but twice! It therefore yielded some very fine movies indeed. It is around this point that I look at one of my very, very distant friends who has claimed that 2007 yielded less than six good films, and at my own experiences thus far, and at the more-than-one film critics (the one being Roger Ebert!) who have claimed that 2007 was a great year for film – and come to the conclusion that this friend of mine was talking out of his arse.
2007 rocked hardcore!
You saw how big June was. July was practically a tiny picnic by comparison. We begin our journey in the delightful and heartbreaking world of children, before ruining the universe with our second-to-last film. Join me, and we can try to ignore the depths of human depravity together.
June! June! Home of the Sydney Film Festival 2007! It was an amazing event providing somewhere in the vicinity of 290 movies, I believe … if not 375. I saw about ten of them! I only liked … less than half of those ten! This was my penultimate month. Not only was it miserable, it was filled with miserable movies with no end in sight. Yet I shall cover them, because I love you. Besides, it wasn’t a total bust.
Warning: My language gets a bit vitriolic in this one. Some of these movies were incredibly ill advised.