Picking
the best movies of the year is always a difficult affair. Well, picking the
best movie, singular, isn’t so bad, or even the best handful, but beyond that?
Top ten lists can be kind of painful. Because, really, if you’ve seen enough
films to care about listing the ten best, there are so many you’ll leave off. There’s
also the weird sense of obligation to making a statement like this – you need
to try to pick the right films, or at the very least avoid picking the wrong
ones, or at least that’s the impression you could get. Unless you’ve managed to
do a real bang-up job of isolating yourself from mass opinions, this is going
to factor in somehow. Maybe you bumped off a stranger, more personal choice
from your top ten to make room for some widely-admired, sophisticated bit of
cinema that you could respect even if you didn’t really love it. And if you do
that, the whole process becomes constrained and impersonal – it just becomes a
list of ten “important” or “must-see” films of the year. That’s not what I’m
trying to do here. I want to name the films that I thought the most of this
year, somewhere between the films I thought were well-crafted and the ones that
struck me personally. I can’t claim to be able to objectively rank
films in order of artistic merit, but I can talk about this past year in cinema
in terms of what seemed the most engaging, most interesting of the bunch. I
will, however, need a few more slots than ten.