This is my final fit, my final bellyache.
Well, that was a bit of a yawner. I am pleased by Ian McShane's win, if only because it must have delighted avid commenter Britopia to be proven wrong in his pessimism.
After last night's broadcast, the cinetrix has one award category to add, and that's Most Self-Aware of One's Place in the Universe. The male award goes to Jamie Foxx, whose acceptance speech had the tough crowd I watched with move from laughter ["two drinks away from messing it up"] to tears. The female award belongs to Teri Hatcher, who clearly recognizes a second act when she sees it. And Mick Jagger gets the superstar award, inhabiting a place in the empyrean far above the mere mortal movie stars in the audience.
Today is our last day of the Conversation, for now. I've had a blast. I want to thank Liz, Aaron, Filmbrain, and David for being game when I suggested we do this, and for bringing my game up every day. Thanks, too, to all those who joined the Conversation via the comments. We'll keep them open for a few days more before we consign this rag to yesterday's news.
Because it is our last day, and there were very few "we wuz robbed" moments in last night's, in Variety-speak, "kudocast," we thought we'd end with a shot of pure movie love. This idea is
stolen liberated from Stephanie Zacharek writing in Slate's Movie Club:
Film Comment used to do a year-end feature I wish they'd bring back, in which there were pages of elegant one-sentence descriptions of moments from the past year's movies that had delighted or moved or startled the writers. It was a way of reminding us all that sometimes it's the individual moments that matter to us more than the movies they are in. And it was a reminder that our job, not just as critics but as moviegoers, is to stay alert to those moments. Maybe you four have some of those moments from this past year you'd like to share?
I may add more later on today as my memory is jogged, but this moment stood out in a movie made up of so many searing ones. It was my hands-down favorite film in 2004, number one in my nonexistent top 10, a film, oddly enough, of intense conversations: Before Sunset.
In the back of a black Parisian taxi, an outstretched hand is withdrawn, unseen.
I would have loved this film anyway, but I do think reactions to it are very much colored by where the individual viewer was in his or her own life and where and with whom one watched. In the comments over at Filmbrain's Eleven Is the New Ten, Sarmoung, talking about Eternal Sunshine said it best:
I know films like this are for me very dependent on mood. You're in a cinema and it was very much a couple's sort of film over here. You've come to see it with two couples. You've been drinking gin and tonics beforehand. The whole experience was rather maudlin. Like those French films I'd pore over as a child late at night. Upon which I blame everything! Well, English sarcasm aside, I suspect I might have liked it if it hadn't made me so sad. Could have been the gin though...
Feel free to gloss your movie moment with a little context. Hell, match Sideways with your favorite vintage. As the 'Fesser is so fond of observing, "Conditions are always a factor."
And thanks again to everyone. I had a lovely time.