By: Henry J. Fromage –
More work, less play (what is play?). So familiar background noise seems like the way to go, and I honestly may not have seen many of these movies at least 5 years, which counts, right? Come at me, Ken.
This is just as awe-inspiring and brain-twisting as the first five or so times I tried to parse it. A true modern classic, although if you pin me to the wall now I’m a lot more pessimistic about the ending (it’s her totem, after all… does it even matter if it falls?). A Toast.
83. The Departed
I’m sad to report that this one didn’t hold up quittee as well, but it’s still a damn entertaining crime yarn with a cast for the ages and an ‘oh shit’ moment to beat the crowd. A bit obvious in its symbolism and themes, like that rat at the end didn’t drive that home (even if it is clearly a nod to 20s era-crime classics that always had to end with a moral). Two Beers.
Another stone cold classic, I forgot how much I loved the Apatow clan’s finest hour, an ode to friendship and high school hijinks that will last as long as your Animal Houses. A Toast.
85. The Great Gatsby
Another Leo-starrer that doesn’t hold up as well under scrutiny as it does coming out of the theater with Jay-Z blaring over the end credits, I still dig the brash take on the material while yielding to the Baz Lurhmanness of it all. Three Beers.
86. Inside Llewyn Davis
I never warmed complete to this film, but Oscar Isaac is a revelation, the music my constitute the best Coen Bros soundtrack, and that’s saying something, and the deep melancholy is palpable. Can’t say I blame anyone taking a swing at Llewyn, though (except for Jean, who apparently is unfamiliar with the minimum number necessary to tango). Yeah, I don’t like these people. Two Beers.
87. The Wolf of Wall Street
Thankfully I saved the best of Leo and Scorcese for last this week. Has there been a more purely entertaining film in the last ten years enveloping such a poison pill of the inseparability of American exceptionalism and hypocrisy? Just the best. A Toast.