I’ve been reading a few lists consisting of the best films from the first half of 2007 (or at least the best reviewed films). Going through the lists, I progressively become more depressed. Why? I’ll tell you why: apparently, I’ve been watching junk all year. Here’s an example that can be applied for almost every film found in these “best of the first half” lists:
→ EssayIn honor of some bald guy named Oscar, here’s the Top Ten Films of 2005, as judged by myself.
What would a Top Ten list be without a tie? I simply could not leave Sally Potter’s Yes off my list. The film works on so many levels.
In honor of some bald guy named Oscar, here’s the Top Ten Films of 2004, as judged by myself.
I honestly cannot see why this movie was so bashed. It was sweet, lighthearted, and tear-jerking (at least it jerked mine). Tom Hanks is hilarious, Spielberg’s a softy, and this one’s a winner.