The Movies of 2014: The Year of Seeing Fewer Movies

As I keep saying, partly to remind myself to go back to working on it, 2014 is the year I finish the progressive rock history that I’ve wanted to write since I was 20 or so. And 2013 was the year I should have done more work on this, the year I took a bunch of international flights, the year I decided (not sure why) to break my movies-per-year record. No such ambitions this time. My Netflix queue is half old movies, half new. I’ll probably end up seeing 40 or so movies this year, catching up a bunch once the book is handed in, but no longer feeling like it’s worth it to rent crappy movies because they count toward a goal that maybe six people on the Internet care about. I can live and die without ever watching that goddamn Transformers movie.

Anyway! Here’s what I’ve seen so far, taking into account that I need to see Boyhood. Should Snowpiercer count as a pre-2014 release, as that’s when Korea got it? Should Nymphomaniac count as two movies? Whatever, I’ll figure this out, but need a placeholder.

1. Boyhood
2. Jodorowsky’s Dune
3. The Grand Budapest Hotel
4. Selma
5. Snowpiercer
6. Nymphomaniac Vol. I
7. Guardians of the Galaxy
8. Blue Ruin
9. X-Men: Days of Future Past
10. Under the Skin
11. Starred Up
12. Captain America: The Winter Soldier
13. The LEGO Movie
14. The Babadook
15. Rich Hill
16. Coherence
17. Nightcrawler
18. Life Itself
19. Ida
20. 22 Jump Street
21. Still Alice
22. The Lunchbox
23. Frank
24. Gone Girl
25. Obvious Child
26. Only Lovers Left Alive
27. Gloria
28. The Immigrant
29. The Congress
30. Interstellar
31. The Unknown Known
32. Begin Again
33. We Are the Best!
34. Joe
35. Edge of Tomorrow
36. Nymphomaniac Vol. II
37. The One I Love
38. Birdman
39. Las Brujas de Zugarramurdi
40. The Fault in Our Stars
41. Borgman
42. Willow Creek
43. Magic in the Moonlight
44. The Double
45. Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
46. Neighbors
47. The Normal Heart
48. Locke
49. The Rover
50. Jimi: All is By My Side
51. Rosewater
52. Palo Alto
53. The Amazing Spider-Man 2
54. Let’s Be Cops
55. Zero Theorem
56. Veronica Mars
57. Tusk
58. Life After Beth
59. Wish I Was Here
60. Winter’s Tale A fascinating failure, exemplifying for some future film school class what studios can do when they really want to option some material but don’t realize that what made it work was un-filmable. Oh, and when they’re unwilling to hand it to a weirdo. It’s like a Jodorowsky movie but filmed by Ron Howard; aka, an Akiva Goldsman film.

Still to see: Hey, I’m in no danger of thinking for myself, and I will want cinematic rewards after turning in the manuscript. I suppose I should see Whiplash, Bird People, Strangers by the Lake, Two Days One Night, Force Majeure, Life Itself, Inherent Vice, and The Missing Picture.

Apocalypse Pretty Soon

Interstellar (Christopher Nolan, 2014)

If you have not yet seen Ken Burns’s documentary about the Dust Bowl, then go, do. It’s a little shy of four hours long, but all of those hours are on Netflix, and they’re compelling in the way that only resurrected history can be. From the first moments, you see heart-stopping footage of mountain-high dust clouds terrorizing shacks that might as well be paper-mache. You see old people who somehow survived this, telling the modern audience that no one who did not live through the horror can understand it.

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled into Interstellar (at a premiere put on by Northrup Grummon, because #ThisTown) and saw… the exact same stuff Ken Burns had shown me. Christopher Nolan’s often-beautiful and just-as-often-stupid epic begins with suspense-killing survivors of a future dust bowl explaining what life used to be like. It is the year 2000-and-something, and an unspecified world crisis has destroyed the environment. The residents of an un-named, still-fertile rural area have watched the destruction of “the last okra crop ever.” Old people like John Lithgow’s Donald still remember the days when “it seemed like they were inventing something every day,” and rue how the declining food supply means wasted lives and corn for every meal.

Several stupid things happen, and Donald’s son-in-law Cooper (Matthew McConaughey) discovers that his daughter Murph (Mackenzie Foy) may have some connection to intelligent life. Patterns in the dust on her floor, which she attributed to “a ghost,” lead him to the underground bunker where NASA is secretly trying to save humanity. Having just shown up and been recognized by an old mentor (Michael Caine), Cooper is drafted into a mission to determine whether a wormhole, near Saturn, leads to a world that can sustain the dying population of Earth. He must leave his young children and come back with salvation — though it’s optional whether he’ll come back at all.

What follows is 90-odd minutes of space opera, with some of the most striking imagery yet put in a blockbuster. Most of this imagery is recorded because Cooper and his crew (including Anne Hathaway) make stupid decisions. Three astronauts preceded them through the wormhole, and have been sending back transmissions about the wisdom of settling on the new worlds. In a plot device borrowed from Goldilocks, the astronauts strike out twice, and we only see the just-right world in an epilogue. We do see a planet that consists of nothing but water whipped into giant storms, and a planet so cold and nitrous that the recon astronaut has set up base camp on a frozen cloud. Oh, and all of the planets revolve around a black hole — don’t ask where the light and heat necessary for life come from — so some mistakes related to relative time lead the expedition to take decades, while earth grows sicker and hungrier.

I have spoiled plenty, and won’t spoil the ending, but will say that it is downright Spielbergian in its use of Arthur C. Clarke pop science to engineer a love-wins scenario. Films like these are critic-proof — who wants to hear a nerd explain that they got black holes wrong — but they should not be as boring as Interstellar occasionally gets. Between the Ken Burns world-building and a few dynamite action sequences (one, and this is very cool, entirely based on one object’s ability to rotate at the same speed as another), there’s considerable slack.

The Rover (David Michod, 2014)


I’ve taken to recapping/reviewing/rambling about two movies at a time. The gimmick is especially worthwhile this week: The nerd who so chooses can easily pretend that these movies occur in the same universe. The Rover begins a decade after some unexplained “collapse,” when grimy people of varied accents are making it by barely in the Australian outback. This is a loaded location for apocalypse drama, and the expectations grow when our hero Eric (Guy Pearce) kicks off the action by refusing to allow a group of thugs to steal his car. “Step away from the gasoline,” and all that.

Eric fails to get his car back, largely because his initial revenge plan involves chasing down three men and fighting them solo. When he recovers, he rendezvous — by pure coincidence — with Rey (Robert Pattinson), a plucky but slow-witted criminal whose brother left him for dead… in order to steal Eric’s car. The two men team up in a shambling plot of revenge and survival. It goes like you might expect.

Honestly, I struggled to follow the threads or the action. The world-building, as mentioned previously, was derivative; there’s one very evocative scene that establishes how militarized gangs seem to have the run of the post-apocalypse, but we’ve seen better in films like The Road. The motivations are dead-end, desperate, sad, but not quite compelling.