You know the drill: a lot of movies came out this year and I saw a very small percentage of them. Below is my Top 10, along with several other awards – a format that I started last year and enjoyed writing very, very much.
I want to apologize in advance to the following films I missed, but believe could have very easily made their way into this article, and of which I’ll likely catch up with in 2019: Early Man, A Wrinkle in Time, Blockers, Tully, Hotel Artemis, Uncle Drew, Teen Titans Go! To The Movies, A Star Is Born, Bad Times at the El Royale, First Man, Eighth Grade, The Rider, The Hate U Give, Can You Ever Forgive Me?, Suspiria, Private Life, Hold the Dark, Burning, Widows, Ralph Breaks the Internet, Anna and the Apocalypse, and Aquaman.
And off we go!
Most Expensive Magic Trick: Avengers: Infinity War
A $300 million budget. 40 characters across 18 Marvel films. A main villain that is 100% motion-capture. I can’t even imagine the amount of planning it took to get so many expensive, well-known actors into one location, given secret scripts which unravel upon being read, with the sets, locations, and coordination that goes into making this even remotely work.
And yet, it works. It really, really works. Thanos, thanks to Josh Brolin and an army of CGI artists, feels like a living, breathing, power-hungry villain. Yes, his plan is pretty dumb. But it feels beside the point. What matters is how powerful he becomes and how powerless Marvel’s characters feel by the film’s closing moments. This film lost major points with me for killing off the characters we all knew had movies coming (this is where reading about movies as much as I do is not so beneficial), and yet: I’m not sure how they could have avoided a collision with the Disney/Marvel movie machine, which will rumble on for many years to come, among roads paved with dollars, coins, and sheer gold.
Even more: it made me curious just how they’re going to wrap this whole ongoing storyline up. Maybe there will actually be stakes. Maybe main characters will actually die or remain dead. Maybe these movies will stick with us beyond the walk to our car.
These are all high hopes. But nobody can take away Infinity War and the massively expensive, exhaustingly-coordinated magic trick it turned out to be.
Best Summer Palate Cleanser: Ant Man and the Wasp
The first Ant-Man movie came out in the summer of 2015, a couple months after Avengers: Age of Ultron, which was a 2 hours-plus, $300 million-plus sequel with a CGI villain played in motion-capture by a fifty-something actor (James Spader). Everyone pretty much said, “Wow, that Ant-Man sure is a great Marvel palate cleanser after the excess of that Avengers sequel!”
Three years later, Ant-Man and the Wasp comes out a couple months after Avengers: Infinity War, which was a 2 hours-plus-plus, $300 million-plus sequel with a CGI villain played in motion-capture by a fifty-something actor (Josh Brolin). Everyone pretty much said, “Wow, that Ant-Man and the Wasp sure is a great Marvel palate cleanser after the excess of that Avengers sequel!”
Best Wedding Sequence: Crazy Rich Asians
The film itself is quite fun and an interesting foray into a world unbeknownst to most of America. And yes, Henry Golding is very, very charming and a great onscreen match for Constance Wu. But the movie operates along the lines of “fun, escapist summer movie” all the way until its showstopper of a wedding sequence.
Like a wedding in Washington, D.C. or even with the Royal Family in England, this is a wedding in which the surroundings and participants are more attention-demanding than the bride and groom themselves. Rachel (Wu) has struggled to untangle the webs of Singapore wealth threatening to keep her and Nick (Golding) from being together. Her unease is apparent as the key figures in the various conflicts approach and seat themselves amidst tall grass, with an aisle that later fills with a shallow sheen of water as the bridge glides to the alter.
It’s a gorgeous setting, and clear how such a royal wedding such as this could cost $40 million. Everyone is dealing with their own personal issues, whether with themselves, their family, or their spousal relationships. And yet, by the time Kina Grannis’ sings her immaculate, deeply emotional cover of ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ and the camera cuts between Nick and Rachel, back and forth, each time their frustrations disappearing and their smiles surfacing, we can see just how deeply in love these two are and how special it is that moment when they recognize everything is worth it. That they will give it their all to make it work.
Best Twist: Sorry to Bother You
Anything I read about Boots Riley’s Sorry to Bother You suggested to go into the film as cold as possible. To not spoil one bit. And so I listened. I bookmarked anything I wanted to read and read absolutely nothing ahead of time. I was ready to roll.
But that late-in-the-game twist? Holy shit.
It is so ballsy, so off-the-wall, so unexpected. And it recontextualizes everything that came before, like the best twists do.
This is a movie with great music, great acting, a true point-of-view, and the best twist of 2018.
Best/Worst 2 Hour Tease of a Movie I Might Actually Prefer to See: Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
Jurassic World seemed to think people wanted two things from their Jurassic Park movie: great dinosaur action and human, relatable characters. They delivered (mostly) on the dino action, but they gave us some of the most annoying, maddening human characters. So then they overcompensated with Fallen Kingdom by dialing the human characters down a bit and trying to make them more likable. And then they gave their new bad guy the broadest possible personality strokes – so broad even Jafar and Scar would sit up and spit out their drink – and their new child character, meant to be somewhat relatable, the craziest, ickiest twist of science fiction.
Guess what, guys? It really doesn’t matter.
I don’t care about any of these people.
I just wanna see some jaw-dropping dino action that I haven’t seen before. That’s all I ask.
And I just might get it. I’ll just have to wait until Summer 2020 when the last of this dumb trilogy comes out. You see, the final moments of Fallen Kingdom (SPOILERS) show what we actually saw in the first trailers: shots of a T-Rex roaring at a Lion, of a Mesosaurus in rapid danger of chomping the life out of some tiny surfers cruising a gnarly wave.
In other words, we saw a world in which we didn’t have to come up with another dumb dumb dumb reason to get these barely human characters BACK to the island AGAIN and instead got to see the totally cool juxtaposition of real dinosaurs in AMERICA with ANIMALS that we are very, very familiar with. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll get to see these dinosaurs ruin the country even faster than the current administration has! Maybe we’ll even get some ‘good’ dinosaurs to help take out the ‘bad’ ones and it will be like every time I played with my good and bad dinosaur toys as a kid! Maybe!
I just had to suffer through 120 minutes of an excuse to see 4 minutes of what I actually wanted to see. So if you have the time and energy for that kind of bargain, might as well fire this movie up.
Best Video Game on Film: Ready Player One
I haven’t read the Ernest Cline novel which this is based upon, so I can only base my reactions on the film itself (which is how every film adaptation of a book should be judged, honestly). This is a seriously confused movie thematically, as it keeps building towards a moment of being profound that ends up being somewhat lacking in self-awareness. It wants to tell us to prize human interaction and go outside more often when the entire thing is stuck is in a video game. It wants to convince us that an entire virtual reality empire was built on not being kissed on a date, which just makes all the adults look like 14-year-olds in a state of arrested development. And then it wants to say NONE OF THIS MATTERS LETS HAVE FUN while demanding we create more meaning of what we just saw.
My issues with those story choices aside, this is a movie that’s better to view through the lens of Spielberg having loads of fun with fancy technology.
(BTW: director Robert Zemeckis (Back to the Future trilogy, Forrest Gump) – who went down a serious motion-capture animation rabbit hole with Polar Express, Beowulf, and A Christmas Carol – paved the way for Spielberg to take the marriage of actors and animation and run with it. Spielberg dabbled in the field with alarming success in his first feature attempt with 2011’s Adventures of Tintin. Zemeckis just made a movie called Welcome to Marwen – about a man going through a difficult time and who finds escape and meaning in creating an alternative reality that is fully CGI’d…much like Wade Watts in Ready Player One escaping into a fully CGI’d alternate reality. If these similar frameworks for films were dresses and we were playing ’Who Wore It Best?’ I’m gonna say Spielberg wins this round. Just sayin’.)
It should say a lot that Sony actively pursued an Oscar nomination for Best Animated Film for this crazy ride of a film. There’s just that much CGI and that little of actual humans moving on screen. Either way, Spielberg is clearly having a blast going nuts with the technology and being freed from the constraints of a physical film set. Like Avatar, your eyes will become accustomed to the new CGI reality and it will all blend seamlessly together. I never thought I’d get so much enjoyment out of seeing my beloved Iron Giant on the screen again, kicking ass and taking names, but this is the kind of film that takes your nostalgia for everything (and not just the 80’s) and weaponizes it in the name of hope and, uh…whatever else the film is fighting for. Just don’t think about it too hard.
Best Exercise in Gratitude: Hereditary
I left this movie grateful for a few things, in no particular order:
1. My head (as in, a healthy one attached to my neck and above my shoulders)
2. A lack of peanut allergy.
3. A bedroom ceiling devoid of Toni Collette’s presence.
The “It’s Not You, It’s Me” Award: Mandy
Just about every conversation I’ve had with a fan of this movie has admitted it’s style over substance. And they just really, really like the style. I remain baffled at what makes this movie so beyond great other than some impressive cinematography, original title cards, a unique way of showing how cults brainwash you (maybe the whole movie is a giant cult trying to brainwash me into loving something I do not fully understand?), and some brave, oddball decisions.
I felt like the dude on the other side of the looking glass the last few months as everyone raved about this film. But there’s nothing wrong with saying it’s just not your thing. Mandy, it’s not you. It’s me. And that’s okay.
Best and Most Expensive Dad Joke: Rampage
I will admit I am very vulnerable to the charms of not only CGI monkeys, but CGI monkeys using sign language. There’s just something about it I cannot resist.
Another thing I cannot resist: dad jokes. I love them wholeheartedly.
So when (in an otherwise very forgettable movie) Dwayne Johnson reminds this white ape of what his name is and he signs the ASL sign for “rock”, you bet your monkey-signing-loving dollar that I laughed out loud and told everyone about it.
Hats off to Dwayne Johnson, director Rawson Thurber Marshall, and New Line Cinema’s pockets for nailing the most expensive Dad Joke in cinema history.
Best Reminder There is Good in the World: Paddington 2
I love this movie franchise, and yet even I have to admit there is very little to these series than 1) very charming British actors, 2) an adorable CGI bear voiced by a charming British actor, and 3) the lesson that kindness and community will never go out of style.
This sequel recycles points #1-3, but does so with the addition of perhaps the most charming British actor of the last 30 years in Hugh Grant, who is delightfully game for some very, very amusing disguises throughout the film.
And, of course, like the first Paddington did, this movie is very likely to make you cry in its final moments.
Reminder That Getting Things Out of Your System Should Be Good, Not Unhealthy: Venom
Maybe Tom Hardy just wanted to be in a superhero movie and have his own superhero franchise. Maybe Tom Hardy thought the character looked cool. Maybe he liked the possible acting challenge of Venom vs. Eddie Brock and playing both characters. Maybe he wanted to act a scene in which he jumped in a lobster tank and bit a couple lobster heads off. Maybe he did this movie because his kids love the character and he wanted to bond a little more. Maybe he needed the money. Maybe Michelle Williams, Riz Ahmed, and Jenny Slate all needed the money (and if they did, God Bless them all, because they are wonderful actors that I cannot bare to say a bad thing about). Maybe everyone thought they were supposed to act like an alien in this movie.
Maybe all these things are true.
But there is still always a choice. And it looks like everyone kinda made the wrong one.
Best Netflix Movie to Compete for Your Attention: Set It Up
There’s an awful lot on Netflix that can be considered background noise; either because it’s so familiar you can hear or notice the familiar beats and slide right in, or because it’s so predictable that you can catch an original moment with a glance.
I found my pursuit of Level 89 of Toon Blast more interesting than this movie early on, but I kept glancing. And glancing. And glancing.
There’s some good lines (I guffawed at least thrice). There’s weirdly a lot of dick jokes. There’s further evidence that Pete Davidson cannot act (sorry, Pete!).
But above all, there’s undeniable proof that two very likable actors with great chemistry goes a loooooong way towards helping your movie almost single-handedly revive the presumed-dead romantic comedy genre. It subverts and calls out romantic comedy tropes just enough to keep it fresh while also hitting those familiar notes that upgrade a movie to ‘memorable’. They set it up, and they nailed it.
Best Reminder That Sequels Can Be Bigger, Better, and Sexier: Deadpool 2
I loved the first Deadpool, but after multiple delays and the original director departing, I worried where the Merc with the Mouth would be going. Turns out Ryan Reynolds and his collaborators were just fiercely taking their time to tell a worthwhile story.
I doubt I had a more thoroughly enjoyable moviegoing experience as seeing this one in theaters. The jokes come fast and furious, and they land far more often than not. The series gets some delightful new blood with Josh Brolin’s Cable, Zazie Beetz’s Domino, and Julian Dennison’s Firefist. New director David Leitch (John Wick, Atomic Blonde) brings ample amounts of action crunch to Rhett Reeese and Paul Wernick’s hilarious script that somehow, for a Deadpool movie, packs a pretty decent emotional wallop.
Of course, the post-credits scene upped the awesomeness of this movie up an additional 37%. Highly recommended.
And now, the actual Top 10:
10. BlacKKKlansman
Spike Lee lays out the true story of Ron Stallworth (John David Washington), the first African-American detective to serve in the Colorado Springs Police Department. Stallworth, wanting to make a difference, finds a way to infiltrate the KKK by impersonating a white man and using a partner, Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver) to take them down.
This film reminds me so much of Lee’s Chi-Raq, in which he used well-known, great actors and an entertaining, muscular style to bring some attention to a real, pressing issue. Washington, Driver, and every other actor in this movie clearly bring their A-game to tell this story as powerfully and honestly as possible. Lee even manages to wring some real laughs out of the film while losing none of its power.
And the final shots are a strong, bold reminder from Lee of just how little we have progressed as a racist country in the 40-plus years since.
9. Roma
Alfonso Cuarón has long been one of my favorite directors. I love him for his insane skill at filmmaking – his masterful long takes and his seamless uses of cutting edge technology – and I especially love him for his empathy. All of his characters feel deeply felt and realized. They’re raging against their reality; they’re trying to find meaning in things that often feel meaningless.
Roma has an unlikely protagonist in Cleo, the housekeeper of a middle class family in early 1970’s Mexico City. She barely says anything throughout the film, her facial expressions almost impenetrable. In fact, one of my favorite scenes is early in the film when a naked man performs his martial arts in front of a smiling Cleo – a scene that with any other director could be played for laughs, but here? Cuarón holds no judgment and instead embraces the naked display of expression from his characters.
Around Cleo, Cuarón paints his black-and-white tapestry with astounding images: planes flying across the reflections in puddles, dust blowing through an outdoor martial arts class, the stark juxtaposition of people blown out of cannonballs while the rest of the world walks through mud and poverty. I kept waiting, however, for something to break through. Something to show us that Cuarón had something up his sleeve.
You’ll know it when you see it, but a devastating event for Cleo seems to go without response or expression until Cuarón masterfully films a scene in which Cleo, unable to swim, must desperately fight through waves to get to children who are drowning. On the surface, it’s a technically impressive long take. But on a storytelling level, it’s one of the most visceral, emotional scenes I’ve seen all year. We know what it feels like when those waves we’re walking or swimming against just keep hitting and hitting, a percussive reminder of just how close we are to failing.
What follows after this scene is the outburst of emotion we’ve been waiting nearly the whole movie for. And the response of the characters around Cleo is just about the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in the movies all year. Cuarón has done it again: impressed us with this deft hand at filmmaking just as he’s reminded us of how powerful empathy and community can be.
8. Shirkers
I happened upon this documentary rather late in the game, and I’m so grateful such a happy accident. Director Sandi Tan wrote, starred in, and shot a movie, Shirkers, back in 1992 with the help of an American mentor twice her age. But just as they finished filming, the footage disappeared with the mentor, never to be seen or shared until 20 years later, when a series of events placed 70 canisters of the film back in her hands.
This film gave me so much to digest and think over. It made me angry and sad for the opportunity that Tan and her collaborators lost. They could have had their place in Singapore (and even American) film history with an actual film, and not just a ghost of a film that everyone continued to whisper and talk about. When Tan points out the American movies that followed hers and the similarities that came about, it only highlights further a simple question: just how many influential, powerful movies have we lost in the narrative of film history? How many stories have been taken away, especially from women?
Tan shows incredible skill with her filmmaking in the way she’s able to seamlessly weave in actual footage from her 1992 unfinished film with the footage of her work to interview her collaborators, her critics, and her friends, and to get to the bottom of what exactly happened to his passion project that was taken away from her. It’s a beautiful way to take back control of a narrative she long had no control over. It’s empowering and heartbreaking all at once, and something I will not forget about for a very long time.
7. Ballad of Buster Scruggs
Watching the Coen Brothers’ The Ballad of Buster Scroggs reminded me of the time I recommended one their films and nearly scarred a dear friend forever.
It was 2009, and I was drunk on their 2008 twofer of Burn After Reading and their deeply personal, highly underrated follow-up, A Serious Man. Giddy from describing what a lovable twit Brad Pitt makes against the fiery, blustery anger of John Malkovich (there are still few things funnier to me than an angry, petulant Malkovich), I recommended Burn After Reading to a friend, promising a deeply entertaining reel of non-stop laughs and giggles.
The next time I saw her, I asked how the movie was. I expected something close to the same giddy energy I had when I first described the movie to her. That’s not quite what I got.
“Ugh” she said, “So depressing. I felt like I needed a shower after that movie.”
This is not an easily depressed friend. This is someone I joked many, many times with, from the mundane to the slightly macabre. I thought this would be an easy win. Instead, it seemed to burrow some kind of dark energy into her that didn’t easily wash off. She seemed almost bothered by what she had seen.
I couldn’t reconcile the difference in my expectations and the reality until I convinced my own mother to watch A Serious Man. I insisted to her how deeply thoughtful and yet hilarious it was, and figured the stark Jewishness of it might somehow appease the strong Catholic she stood as (clearly I did not understand religion enough at the time). While I giggled throughout the entire movie at all the colorful characters and their note-perfect, deeply infectious dialogue, my mother watched in confused silence.
By the end, when the finals moments reveal peak Coen Brothers’ nihilism, the screen cut to black and my mother beat me with a pillow as she screamed “damn you damn you damn you”. She was slightly joking, but she also was a bit serious. She didn’t see what was so enjoyable about it – she just saw the bleak, unrelenting pessimism that’s easy to feel yet harder to intellectualize.
From there, the Brothers’ just stacked their tribute to Memento Mori even higher, as if each movie was a giant coin made life-size and unmovable.
I could only think about those experiences as I watched this new Netflix joint because what held true then holds even more true now: among their six stories, there are incredible charms to be had – and yet each piece is punctuated by deep, horrific reality and an arrow-to-the-chest reminder that life is fleeting. That you could go at any moment and any unsavory way; a shot you can’t move from once you’re hit. You can only sit and attempt to admire the view (which is quite easy in this handsome production).
All the while, I could only hear the Brothers cackling behind me. You can hear the glee in their dialogue and in just how jet-black their story decisions sometimes are. And while some will point to this as evidence that these brothers are some seriously tortured, fucked-up souls, I prefer the more likely reading: that they know their jig will be up one day, so they might as well find the small joys in all the smile-worthy characters and quirky physical comedy they can.
6. The Favourite
Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Lobster was my #1 movie of 2016. That his new movie would be working with some of my favorite actresses in Emma Stone, Rachel Weisz, and Olivia Colman only primed me further to love this 18th century display of madness.
There is so much charm and quirk and hilariously sinister in this movie. The story sets its pieces on its twisted chessboard before winding around tighter and tighter with the performances of Colman, Weisz, and Stone and their corresponding characters’ actions, right up until the final, unforgettable shot, an extremely deft touch by Lanthimos’ that punctuates his message like an arrow from the past to the present.
5. Black Panther
Few films this year made me think as much or as deeply. This is not JUST a Marvel movie. This is so, so much more. From the impressive cast to the colorful, smart art direction to the bruising action scenes and philosophical discussions: it’s got a little bit of everything and it does a little bit of everything very, very well.
Ryan Cogler knocked me cold with his last film, 2015’s Creed, and he further proves his worth as a heartfelt heavyweight with his Marvel debut. I’m so glad he fought for the creative control he seeked (and received) with this film, and that he did it all inservice of a story both global and painfully personal at once.
4. Mission Impossible: Fallout
I’m not gonna lie: I was about to say this film had my two favorite live-action action scenes of the year – the bathroom brawl and the batshit crazy helicopter chase – and then I realized just how many other killer action sequences there are and then I thought, “Holy Cruise, this thing is just long incredible action scene, right?”
To say that’s true would actually be doing a disservice to the filmmakers. I found it simply incredible that a film this intricate and nuanced could begin shooting with barely a 30-page script and rough outline to its name. I’ve seen successful movies made more or less on the fly before. But never as assured, confident, and textured as this. Writer/director Christopher McQuarrie clearly has a special relationship with his star, Tom Cruise, and the madness those two fuel each other towards – while still managing to tell a complete, engaging story – is truly something else.
I have no fathomable idea where they will take the story from here. They truly threw all their best cards on the table and won all the chips. But I would wager if the money and motivation became enough and they still had a sliver of a script, they’d answer all questions with the great dialogue through-line the film uses: “I’m working on it”.
3. A Quiet Place
I was probably one of two people in my entire college to watch John Krasinski’s directing debut, an adaption of David Foster Wallace’s short story collection Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, way back in 2009. The cast was undeniable, but the story too complex and scattered to really register.
I knew John Krasinski had to be a smart, capable dude. I mean, he did convince Emily Blunt to marry him, after all. But I had no idea he had this in him.
What I will remember the most about this film and still hold close to my chest is the restraint. Every time the film feels like it’s about to blow the premise open, it takes a breath and sits still. It lets us learn about the family and how they communicate with their Deaf member. It shows us all the different ways they maintain their survival. It lets us live their lives with them just before we see them broken again.
There’s an ache that sits deep in this film from the first sequence, where we’re exposed to a tragedy the family never quite recovers from. They grieve in their own ways. They don’t always say the things they need to say to each other. And they live each moment knowing just how easily it can all come undone.
This film holds a handful of beautiful moments I still remember: Krasinski and Blunt’s sweet headphones dance to “Harvest Moon”, Millicent Simmonds’ struggle to relieve herself of blame, Blunt’s moment of levity with her son as she talks about how she’ll need him to take care of her when she’s old and missing teeth. It’s a beautifully etched, impressively-thought through film that ends on the absolute perfect moment.
I cringe at the idea of an unnecessary sequel, but with Krasinksi back in the saddle, he’s got my trust.
2. Annihilation
Reading, Annihilation, the first book in Jeff VanderMeer’s Southern Reach Trilogy, is still one of my favorite reading experiences ever. I curled into the couch, moving only for bathroom, water, and the occasional shifting into a new position. I devoured and savored the book all at once, a masterfully-sketched tone of paranoia and dread from start to finish.
Knowing this experience would be adapted by one of my favorite writer/directors in the business certainly had my interest. But what Alex Garland does with this adaptation is something wholly inspired. The beginning and the middle of the story will feel familiar to readers. Even parts of the end. But the rest? There are still bits of dialogue, flashes of horrifying and beautiful imagery, and whole sequences embedded in my brain.
Maybe this movie is about cancer. Maybe it’s about depression and mental illness. Maybe it’s about self-destruction and how we can’t just get out of our own way. The beauty of this film is that it can be all of the things. Time will treat this movie well. Seek it out.
1. Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse
Spiderman has never been a hero I’ve been particularly drawn to beyond two things: a badass costume and just how cool it is to swing around a city. That’s about it. Peter Parker didn’t feel especially relatable to me, no matter how many times the movies or the comics tried to make it so. I never rooted for or against Mary Jane. I never understood just why Uncle Ben was so deeply important to Peter beyond, again, the movies and comics reminding me over and over it must be so. And, of course, it didn’t help that Sony couldn’t seem to get out of its own way and figure out just how to continue a successful Spiderman movie franchise.
I tuned out after the Sam Raimi-Tobey Maguire breakup and never saw the Marc Webb-Andrew Garfield films. I rooted for Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone far more in real life than I ever had an interest to in the movies. The movies seemed to struggle to differentiate themselves from each other just as the audience increasingly struggled with how to care. More recently, I found Tom Holland’s version of Spiderman to be like all the Marvel movies: likable, enjoyable, but not particularly memorable.
All I needed to see in the teaser for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse when it sprung out over a year ago (December 2017!) is the fact Phil Lord and Christopher Miller (The Lego Movie, 22 Jump Street) had a producing hand. I didn’t care how involved they were. Simply having them nearby had to be something good. I mean, these are two of the busiest guys in the business; it has to be something worthwhile to grab their interest, especially when working with one of the most visible superheroes.
The charm of the animation style (you can read about how they achieved it here) only had me further smitten. Casting Jack Johnson to voice a Nick Miller-ish Peter Parker/Spiderman? I needed to see it and luxuriate in it. Then the rest of the cast rolled in: Nic Cage, John Mulaney, Halie Stanfield, Mahershala Ali, Shameik Moore, Liev Schreiber, Kathryn Hahn, and Brian Tyree Henry.
Now, animation voice casts are typically stacked. They have big names. But this? This felt awfully specific. The kind of specific that only occurs when people REALLY know the kind of story they’re trying to tell.
And man, do they tell it.
I am still blown away by what this team of filmmakers pulled off. It’s not only the most second-to-second entertaining movie I’ve seen this year (even more so than Mission Impossible: Fallout), but it’s quite deep, emotionally resonant (I definitely got choked up a few times), and got me to finally understand the appeal of Spiderman: that anyone can wear the mask.
Hopefully this is the kind of film that opens the creative floodgates for many eager to tell stories. The animation style is such a captivating mix of voices that I’d be shocked if it’s not only studied heavily in art and animation schools in the future, but just as often cited by future artists as a key inspiration. Last year’s Moana, Wonder Woman, and Coco showed us just how powerful representation is for the upcoming generation. It’s not enough to tell them they can be someone. They have to see themselves on the screen.
And if you can convince me that Nick Miller can be Spiderman, screw it all up, and STILL have a chance to make it right? You’ve got a believer in me.
I cannot wait to see this movie again.
That’s all, folks. Looking forward to 2019!
