Slumdog Millionaire - 2008 - 3½ Stars

Actors: Dev Patel, Freida Pinto

Director: Danny Boyle

Note: Spoilers below

Ruminations on the nature of chance and Fate in film often come off as hollow, and Slumdog Millionaire is no exception to that rule. Film is a fantastical creation; we go to films in order to believe the story that's being put up there. Incredible coincidences are a part of many films - we want to believe that our lives are so ordained, that Fate will reach down a helping hand and show us the way (preferably with triumphant music behind us) to true happiness.

Slumdog Millionaire's most interesting conceit is that its protagonist knows the answers to the Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? questions because of the amount of suffering he's undergone in his life - that his painful experiences are actually helping him through his Cliff Claven Millionaire round, despite the fact that he is remarkably ignorant.

It's tempting to hate Oscar-winning films, but this is a well-made film. It flatters us in a hateful way, and is clearly derivative of City of God, but stories like this are why we go to movies in the first place. We don't go to see stories about millions of poor people who suffer in silence; we go to see someone beating the odds.

As an aside, it was somewhat difficult to take seriously the love interest in this film after Tasha Robinson at the A.V. Club took apart films where the protagonists pine for childhood love well into adulthood, correctly noting that that behavior is not romantic, it is creepy.

Raiders Of The Lost Ark - 1981 - 4 Stars

Actors: Harrison Ford, Karen Allen

Director: Steven Spielberg

I was amazed to learn that I'd never actually seen this movie. Whole sections of it were a complete mystery. I'd seen films 2 and 3 more times than I can count, given the frequency of their running on cable, but somehow this one eluded me. It's an excellent film; I think 3 is stronger, but this one is certainly a very close #2.

The film succeeds because it does not load itself up with exposition and explanations - one of the most basic film rules is that if a director creates a world engrossing enough, the audience will accept it largely without question; we want to believe, that's what we come to the movies to do. So questions like, 'If the Ark has such power, why did it ever fall into Egyptian hands in the first place?' are only asked by nits such as myself.

Having finally seen this, I am even more disposed to mistrust people who hated the 4th installment based on its subject - perhaps we should realize that we all grew up in the meantime. The 4th film fails not because of its subject matter, but because its world is so familiar that we no longer sink into it.

Inglorious Basterds - 2009 - 1½ Stars, 4½ Stars

Actors: Brad Pitt, Christoph Waltz

Director: Quentin Tarantino

Note: Spoilers below.

I give this film two ratings because I feel it is unfair to combine my absolute abhorrence of the plot with my appreciation for the superb manner in which Tarantino works within this horrid conception.

The plot is awful for two reasons: the overwhelming presence of the Nazi, and Tarantino's self-congratulatory insistence on having his film revolve around the power of film. Beginning with Nazis: I don't like World War 2 films in general because of the total lack of moral ambiguity much of these films demonstrate. We are turned into Romans waiting for the Germans to be tossed to the lions. No doubt there's some particularly evil and conniving German, with immaculate suit, boundless ambition, and solely propaganda in his heart and head - oh, to see him killed, what glory! Tarantino revels in this - there are few other people whom an audience would tolerate seeing scalped, but Nazis, let's see that brain.

Second, the fact that this film revolves around the movie world in the 1940s is an even poorer choice. We get it: film has the power to transform minds, to make us laugh and cry and think and all of that wonderful stuff.

The film excels at creating and increasing tension - the scene in the bar is particularly impressive, with its game of shifting identity framing the Allies' attempt to disguise themselves. That is a virtuoso scene done by one of our greatest directors. So, too, is the opening scene of the film, an opening that immediately makes us tense. There are other flourishes throughout the movie that show that despite his love for himself and for lifting shots directly out of other films, Tarantino is really good at this whole movie-making thing.

I'm still confused by the scenes of Hitler and Goebbels laughing at the violence in the German film - is Tarantino implicating us as evil by watching his film, as we jam popcorn down our gullets being entertained by his depiction of extreme violence towards our 'enemies'? I have no idea, and I don't really care - Tarantino's film within a film device is just as loathsome a conception as the entire film.

Sunset Boulevard - 1950 - 4 Stars

Actors: Gloria Swanson, William Holden

Director: Billy Wilder

It's a real shame that most of Sunset Boulevard's behind-the-scenes tropes have been taken by lesser entertainments: the reclusive ex-film star, those who enable her fantastical life, and the crippling effect that diminishing fame and obsolescence has had on said film star. Even so, Sunset Boulevard still stands out. Its power mostly resides in Swanson's performance as silent film star Norma Desmond - she plays all the parts, from doting, to self-important, to pathetic, all quite believably.

Not helping the film is Wilder's need to reveal the end of the film at the beginning - he also does this in Double Indemnity, but here it seems to serve two purposes, neither good: it hooks the audience unnecessarily, and it makes the ending more believable. In both films, Wilder fails to trust his lead actor Everyman to hold the audience's attention, here larding up the first quarter of the film with reams of narration. While the overwhelming voiceover is cutely ironic in light of Desmond's insistence that films used to be done better without words, Holden's wry asides age poorly.

Inception - 2010 - 4 Stars

Actors: Leonardo Dicaprio, Ellen Page

Director: Christopher Nolan

Note: There are no spoilers here.

Inception is a terrifically inventive film, showcasing Christopher Nolan's talent for building fully fleshed out worlds. I am hoping, rather hopelessly, that this does not inspire a wave of imitators, but I am almost sure that it will. Nolan locates his film in a place that no one has really tried to do in this full a fashion, and pulls it off with a minimum of hokeyness and a minimum of exposition.

Ideally, this should have been two films, but unfortunately films with this kind of budget need to be brutally successful; they cannot pussyfoot around with greatness. Perhaps two films would have ruined things - the Wachowski brothers built an incredibly elegant house of cards with the opening film to the Matrix trilogy, then spent the remaining two films piling on more cards until it all collapsed.

Tokyo Story - 1953 - 4½ Stars

Actors: Chishu Ryu, Chieko Higashiyama

Director: Yasujiro Ozu

Tokyo Story is like if Curb Your Enthusiasm and King Lear had a Japanese baby together. Or perhaps it's more like an Oriental John Cassavetes film. Whatever the case, I had plenty of time during the film to think of these witticisms - it moves at a jarringly glacial pace. Detailing an elderly couple's trip to Tokyo to visit their grown children, the film is relentlessly mundane as their children take them around the city and are generally inconvenienced by their parents' visit. This pace is absolutely necessary and pays off in the second half. A film that could have very easily devolved into melodrama or mawkishness rises above both. Like Ikiru, it attempts to get at the heart of why we do anything at all.

Buffalo '66 - 1998 - 3½ Stars

Actors: Vincent Gallo, Christina Ricci

Director: Vincent Gallo

Note: Spoilers ahead.

Buffalo '66 would be better if it were in French. It's very much a foreign film - the plot is spare and wanders around, almost all the action of the film is talking, and Gallo lifts without hesitation from directors like Godard and Ozu. This is my second viewing of this film, and one thing I've never been able to get around in the film is Christina Ricci, who has almost no characteristics besides her ability to playfully lie. We know almost nothing about her by the end of the film, besides the fact that she's now attached to the mess of anxiety and repression that is Vincent Gallo's character. Does she follow him out of pity? Does she have a genuine interest in him? It makes less sense to me on a second viewing. If it were a foreign film, I would just attribute her character's bizarreness to the fact that foreign people are either completely crazy or wholly committed to fantasy. Alas, it's in English.

The film does a great job of capturing the shabby, blue-collarness of Buffalo - the bowling alleys, cracking sidewalks, cheap motels and ranch homes. That doesn't help me understand this bizarre film any better, though.