Sunday, January 22, 2023

The 22 best films of 2022

PICTURED: Me deciding which films to cut

2022 was a pretty stupid year, but aren’t they all these days? Well, it was slightly less garbage-fiery than the previous two. And there were a few good movies. So put on some…smooth jazz?…as I talk about twenty-two of my favourites, and let’s get on the Highway to the Danger Zone! 

 

(Spoiler: I didn’t like Top Gun: Maverick.)

 

22. Everything Everywhere All at Once

 


I put this on the list almost out of a weird sense of duty rather than pure enthusiasm. Yes, I did like the Daniels’ opus; no, I probably didn’t like it as much as you. What starts as joyful and inventive eventually becomes, for me, enervating and ultimately a little trite over a very long 140 minutes. Nonetheless! It’s entirely impossible to resist a film that tries so damn hard and throws so many weird things at the wall, and the performances by Stephanie Hsu, Michelle Yeoh, and especially Ke Huy Quan, in the comeback of the century, are truly wonderful. 

 

21. Good Luck to You, Leo Grande



Unceremoniously thrown on Hulu early in the year, Sophie Hyde’s two-hander about an aging widow who’s never had an orgasm and the good-natured sex worker she hires to finish the job is a gentle, funny, quietly insightful film about growing old and, duh, sex. Emma Thompson is typically award-worthy as the sullen Nancy, and is evenly matched by young Irish actor Daryl McCormack as the titular sex worker. 

 

20. Black Panther: Wakanda Forever



It’s impossible to ignore the gaping, Chadwick Boseman-shaped gap in the middle of this film—not that director Ryan Coogler wants you to. And while landing far short of the damn near era-defining first Black Panther film, the slightly clunky Wakanda Forever nonetheless gets so much right over its unwieldy 160-minute running time that it’s hard to say too many bad things about it. The main flaw is putting Letitia Wright’s Shuri front and centre—even ignoring her offscreen anti-vaxx ranting, she’s simply too much of a lightweight to truly carry this enterprise. Luckily, the surrounding cast of ringers—especially a powerful Angela Bassett and exquisite Lupita Nyong’o—take this one home and help deliver both a solidly satisfying MCU blockbuster and a touching tribute to the sorely missed Boseman.

 

19. RRR



Watching S. S. Rajamouli’s gargantuan RRR is like bingeing on chocolate for three hours. Sure, it’s fucking delicious, but you’ll probably feel like you’ve had enough after a point. That said, what kind of asshole could resist this stupendously ridiculous extravaganza of singing, dancing, action, and CGI circus animals, with a triple shot of anti-colonialist sentiment thrown in? It’s exhausting, but goddammit, it’s worth it.

 

18. Prey



John McTiernan’s lean, mean Predator got it right the first time: take one super-strong invisible alien, match them against the One Person smart and tough enough to take them down, and let fucking rip—a simple, effective formula ignored by anyone who’s had a crack at making a Predator film since. Dan Trachtenberg finally does it properly by winding back the clock to the 1700s, pitting the big guy against a wily Comanche warrior played by the terrific Amber Midthunder, and not sparing the splatter. There isn’t much more to explain—Prey just fucking owns. The first major feature dubbed in the Comanche language, to boot.

 

17. Barbarian



“Lol, they should’ve called it ScareBnb,” I hilariously quipped after seeing the formulaic trailer for comedian Zach Cregg’s horror. Look, a great joke is a great joke, but boy was I wrong to laugh at Barbarian, a zippy, inventive ride. In Detroit for a job interview, Georgina Campbell is rather irritated to find that her long-booked Airbnb house is already occupied by a baffled Bill Skarsgård. And then…shit goes crazy. I won’t explain. Just watch it.


 

16. She Said

 


I’m a sucker for a “crusading journalist” movie, and Maria Schrader’s chronicling of New York Times reporters Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey’s attempt to puncture the wall of secrecy surrounding Harvey Weinstein is a good one indeed. Straightforwardly told with a minimum of spin, She Said wisely concentrates on the trauma and emotional toll suffered by Weinstein’s numerous victims as well as the mystery slowly unravelling around them. Zoe Kazan and Carey Mulligan are strong, as usual, as the two reporters, and are surrounded by enough character-acting all-stars that even such a difficult, emotional story still somehow goes down smooth. 

 

15. The Batman

 


Did we need another fucking Batman film only a few years after Zack “Batman totally eats pussy, bro” Snyder did his best to screw things up? Did the result need to be three goddamn hours long, with two or three pretty unnecessary subplots? Was it a requirement that it be even Darker, Man than Christopher Nolan’s recent trilogy? The answer to all these questions is obviously “Jesus Christ, no, and stop annoying me at Starbucks, stranger,” yet somehow, miraculously, Matt Reeves’ The Batman kinda whips ass. An impressively un-buff Robert Pattinson makes an ideal Batman Who Feels, every other role is filled with ringers, and the thunderous action and rain-slicked cinematography is never less than impressive. Fuck it, make five more.

 

14. After Yang



Kogonada’s 2017 film Columbus was one of my favourites of the previous decade, and while his follow-up never quite hit me the same way, it’s still a marvellous, touching piece of sci-fi drama. The eponymous robot (Justin H. Min) is a lifelike android child serving as a de facto brother to Mika (Malea Emma Tjandrawidjaja), adopted child of Colin Farrell’s Jake and Jodie Turner-Smith’s Kyra—until he becomes unresponsive out of the blue. Farrell’s quest to repair his beloved pseudo-son is intercut with earlier memories, forming the spine of a slow, sweet saga that can break your heart purely via Kogonada’s exquisite mise-en-scène. (Yup, that film degree is finally paying off, baby.)

 

13. Kimi



It seems now that Steven Soderbergh can crank out a Hitchcockian thriller in his sleep. Thankfully, he was clearly awake for the tightly paced Kimi. Zoë Kravitz is an agoraphobic programmer working from home, monitoring queries to an Alexa-type device, when she hears Something She Shouldn’t Have. You’ve probably seen The Conversation or Blow Out (Enemy of the State, even?) so maybe have some idea what happens next, but Kravitz’s twitchy performance is so good and Soderbergh’s formal chops so honed that Kimi is still an extremely welcome addition to the Person Who Knows Too Much canon.

 

12. Hustle



The Adam Sandlernaissance continues apace with his extremely well-calibrated performance in this crowd-pleasing basketball drama by Jeremiah Zagar. Despite flagrantly ripping off the classic Kevin Bacon film The Air Up There (not really), the saga of a 76ers scout finding and training a raw prospect from Spain (real-life baller Juancho Hernangómez) hits all the right beats with heart, humour, and soul. A real slam dunk, hahahahaha *walks off pier*.

 

11. The Fabelmans



The trailer for Steven Spielberg’s semiautobiographical drama set off an alarm bell or two for some—too maudlin, too self-mythologising, too soft-focus? Hey, fuckers, relax, we’re talking Steven motherfucking Spielberg here. What we have here instead is a moving, sweet, but surprisingly dark story of family and how dedication to art can almost destroy you from the inside out. And MICHELLE WILLIAMS, capped, underlined, bolded, italicised, is in it giving one of the performances of the year as Babby Steven’s off-centre mother. The work of a master in full command of his craft, and with the best final scene of 2022.

 

10. The Banshees of Inisherin



It’s probable only an Irishman could’ve written and directed a film simultaneously so breezily funny and so full of weighty existential dread. Martin McDonagh gets possible career-best work from Colin Farrell (his third movie on this list, FarrellFans) and Brendan Gleeson in this tragicomedy about two friends who “break up” on the latter’s wishes (he feels he has little time left on the planet and doesn’t want to spend it with a “limited person”) and the ramifications of that act in their tiny island community. After the actually quite awful (to my eye) Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, it’s great to have McDonagh back on scintillating In Bruges form. 

 

9. Bros



It was probably ill-advised using so much of the advertising budget for Billy Eichner’s Bros on letting everyone know that it was the first gay romantic comedy financed by a major studio, thus piling on historical weight that this lovely, genuinely hilarious confection didn’t need. Eichner’s romance with hottie lawyer/baker Luke Macfarlane—and the former’s tribulations opening New York’s first LGBTQ+ museum—sits at the centre, but the genius move of the screenplay by Eichner and director Nicholas Stoller is how many other people it lets shine—from a delightful Guy Branum as Eichner’s bon vivant friend, to a luminous Eve Lindley as an Insta-obsessed museum board member, to a cameoing Harvey Fierstein, bringing queer history and impeccable comic timing to his small role. Also: It’s a Holly Poly Christmas.

 

8. Women Talking



Canadian genius Sarah Polley was one of my favourite actors for many years; she’s long since left acting behind (despite being not much older than me), but has proven just as good at directing. Her latest in quite some time (parenthood and an unfortunate head injury slowed her down juuuust a tad) is an adaptation of a Miriam Toewes novel inspired by a real-life case at a conservative Mennonite sect in Bolivia. Transferred to an undisclosed fictional location, the film really does what it says on the tin—most of its brisk running time is devoted to the community’s women discussing whether to leave after a flood of revelations that the sect’s men have been repeatedly drugging and assaulting them over years. Polley takes this potentially stagey, claustrophobic conceit and opens it up without resorting to flash or cheating; it’s a remarkably controlled work of directing aided by flawless performances from the likes of Claire Foy (as the angriest, most “I wish a motherfucker would” of the women), Jessie Buckley, and Ben Whishaw as the sole decent male of the community (hashtag NotAllMen), invited to the proceedings in order to take the minutes. Not one to chill with on Saturday night to be sure, but an impressive balancing act and compelling as hell.

 
7. Emily the Criminal



During the indie boom of the nineties, there was a flood of low-budget crime dramas, frequently inspired by Tarantino, or Scorsese-style seventies grit. John Patton Ford’s Emily the Criminal feels like a throwback of sorts to that era (yes, to the era of nineties films inspired by the seventies; we have reached the Singularity or Inception or something), except this one is not the hot garbage most of those were. An intense Aubrey Plaza is a thirty-ish college dropout just trying to get by, stymied at every turn by her minor felony conviction in an uncaring capitalist system. So when the chance to earn some extra by committing a little low-risk crime pops up, why the fuck not? It’s not like playing by the rules is working out. Inherently political without ever being hectoring, Emily the Criminal is a short, sharp shock to the system and a potential career-redefiner for the incredibly talented Plaza.

 
6. The Woman King

 


Gina Prince-Bythewood long ago proved herself a great American filmmaker with the exquisite Love & Basketball and emotional and complex Beyond the Lights, but has been given startlingly few opportunities on the big screen (gee, wonder why)—The Woman King is only her fifth feature film in twenty-three years. And it goes hard. Its absolute fucking genius is that, structurally, this could've been an eighties Stallone movie about a wily veteran and a brash young rookie on a mission. It has training montages, thunderous action, and at least one bona fide “you're a loose cannon, but goddammit do I respect you” moment. Viola Davis offers up two tickets to the motherfucking gun show in the lead, Lashana Lynch and Sheila Atim are startlingly good as her most trusted lieutenants, and The Underground Railroad's Thuso Mbedu is ideal as the young "rookie" with a chip on her shoulder. Oh, and there are a handful of men in it too, but who cares? They mostly exist to have their throats slit awesomely. The Woman King fucking rules.

 

5. Scream



I must declare a prejudice: I grew up on Scream movies and fucking love every one of them with my whole heart. Nonetheless, the first in over a decade was a dicey proposition in theory—the great Wes Craven has since departed our world, dopy slasher films as we understood them back in the day are barely a thing anymore, and hasn’t poor Neve Campbell been through enough already? But Scream (yes, using the original title again rather than Scream 5 is a joke about reboots), under the eye of directorial team Radio Silence (makers of the extraordinary Ready or Not), is damn near as close to perfection as they could’ve gotten. New jokes, fresh kills, a great new cast of youngsters alongside the old favourites—what’s not to love? Does it get so high on this list because I’m an absolute mark for this kind of thing? Yes, and I don’t care.

 

4. Glass Onion



Sometimes you see a movie that zaps the pleasure centres in your brain in such a specific way that you almost don't want it to end. Rian Johnson showed he was very good at doing that with Knives Out, and he’s done it again with this semi-sequel. Daniel Craig is back as Detective Benoit Blanc, gloopy Southern accent somehow getting thicker by the second, this time invited to a murder-mystery party on the private Greek island of tech billionaire Edward Norton—but that’s just the beginning of etc. etc. What an absolute treat to watch terrific actors having the time of their lives for two hours while working with a Swiss-clock-precise script, whip-smart direction, and faultless cinematography. And it's fucking funny. Please make one of these every year, Rian. I beg of you.

 
3. Nope



I do not say this lightly: Jordan Peele may be the next Spielberg. He’s become known for his brilliant, politically aware horror films, and Nope certainly has its share of “OH, FUCK THIS” moments, but it’s also a big, funny adventure in the vein of Jaws. There’s something in the sky over the Haywood family’s floundering Hollywood horse ranch, and siblings Keke Palmer and Daniel Kaluuya are sure as shit going to capture it on camera and get paid in an industry that takes what it wants from people of colour before discarding them on the cutting room floor of history. Thoughtful, exciting, stunningly shot by Hoyte van Hoytema, and just an absolute fuckload of fun. 

 

2. Tár

 


Shouldn’t it almost be boring at this point that Cate Blanchett rarely takes a wrong step and tends to outdo herself almost every fucking time? Todd Field’s unalloyed masterpiece about an acclaimed composer/conductor and how she completely torpedoes her own career is yet another career best for Blanchett, a piece of acting so stunning and convincing that you’ll leave the theatre wondering what Lydia Tár is doing right now, so alive and real does she seem. It’s also one of the few films to date to actually have something interesting to say about MeToo. A purely exhilarating film.

 

1. Marcel the Shell with Shoes On



So why isn’t a film I just called an “unalloyed masterpiece” #1 on the list? Because while my head said Tár was the best of the year, my heart would not allow me to choose anything but Dean Fleischer Camp’s buoyant Marcel the Shell with Shoes On. An expansion of a series of shorts made by Camp and his artistic partner/ex-wife (amicably ex, I’m guessing) Jenny Slate, Marcel is possibly a perfect film. Little Marcel (he’s…a shell. That wears shoes) lives a peaceful life with his grandma, Nana Connie (an extremely game Isabella Rossellini), but sometimes acutely feels the loss of the greater community that he once had. Camp, playing a fictionalised version of himself, accidentally disrupts Marcel’s complacency by moving into his house, and thus begins a quest for family, pushed along by Marcel’s undying optimism and sweetness. But not a second of Marcel the Shell with Shoes On feels maudlin or saccharine or unearned. It does with a scant ninety minutes and a few million dollars what Pixar films used to do with one trillion times the resources (approx.), but even better, and I did not have a better time at the movies in 2022.

 

Suck it, Top Gun. 

 





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