Out with the old, in with the new. We’ve given you our best, we’ve offered up our worst, and now, stick a fork in us, because our annual year-end spectacular is more done than Helena Bonham Carter at the end of Sweeney Todd. Top tens are fun, and bottom elevens are even more fun, but goddamn it, so much gets lost in the middle.
To rectify this aching problem (ewww), check out those films that by all accounts should have made it to the top ten, nearly squeaked in, or were disqualified on account of being, oh, 30-plus years old. Then turn your attention to those films that we can’t quite get behind, even if they have a lot of smart vocal supporters. And finally, join in our old-fashioned coin toss for our once annual, previously thought retired “Two Cents” column, in which we get together and award the best and brightest of the industry…for one night only…check your local listings….this year, though we had to settle for host Billy Bush (he’s good!).
. . . and those things that made going to the movies feel strangely akin to a rupturous bowel movement.