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CRITIC'S NOTEBOOK
CRITIC'S NOTEBOOK; The Good, Bad and In-Between In a Year of Surprises on Pic
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Flukes set the standard for 1994 on screen. While big films ("Wyatt Earp") and even large seasons (Christmas) fizzled, the triumphs came out of extreme left field. Strange films were in serious decline, but American contained movie house experienced a flare-up of creative fervor. And, of course, Gump happened. More about that in a moment.
While 1994 was brusk on major fireworks, it brought and then many solid successes that this year'southward 10-best list includes a dozen entries. Arithmetic should never matter more than merit.
And so hither are the 10-best films of 1994, in order:
PULP FICTION. Moral tales for a jaded, topsy-turvy world, told with night, outrageous humor and absolute command of fashion. Quentin Tarantino, one natural-born killer of a film maker, has been facetiously labeled the directorial flavor of the decade. But if he sustains the brilliance of this instant archetype, he'll earn that title for existent.
HOOP DREAMS. The year's most heart-stopping drama came from a piece of work of nonfiction. A documentary masterpiece, endlessly revealing, almost 2 inner-city high school basketball players and the forces that exploit their raw talent. The moving-picture show makers had everything: time, patience, insight and the cooperation of people who sensed the emblematic importance of their own story. Tough, gripping and profoundly illuminating in means that brand it a landmark.
QUIZ Evidence. Graceful and subtle, Robert Redford's exegesis of the 1950'southward television set scandals had a rare, ruminative intelligence and delivered some of the year'due south best acting. John Turturro and Paul Scofield expertly defined opposite extremes in a moving picture that took eroding American scruples as the discipline of its $64,000 questions.
THIRTY-TWO SHORT FILMS ABOUT GLENN GOULD. Dazzlingly, form followed function in this biographical meditation modeled on Bach's "Goldberg" Variations. With its starkly imaginative approach to character written report, it summoned an eerie intensity perfectly suited to the elusive Canadian pianist and his idiosyncratic genius.
TO LIVE. China'south nearly daring film maker, Zhang Yimou, viewed his land'due south recent history through the eyes of its humble, fearful citizenry and told the tale of one such couple with devastating understatement. Once again, this great storyteller displayed boggling gifts for distilling major political and cultural events into intimate human drama.
THE Terminal SEDUCTION. John Dahl single-handedly reinvigorated film noir with two made-for-television sleepers. This picture show, more streamlined and deliciously brazen than his "Blood-red Rock Westward," showed off a hard-boiled director and a scorchingly constructive star. Films were full of street-smart mental attitude in 1994, but Linda Fiorentino's ice-blooded schemer was tough cookie of the year.
Iv WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL. Sparkling wit fabricated a delightful comeback in this swift, literate English ensemble picture propelled by Oxbridge talent on and off the screen. While Mike Newell and Richard Curtis, the director and screenwriter, constitute an unexpected but wonderfully buoyant construction for their comic confection, previously little-known Hugh Grant emerged as the year'south brightest of new stars.
Cerise. Krzysztof Kieslowski'due south "3 Colors" trilogy concluded on a high notation, with a beautifully intuitive pic that displays this manager's cryptic mode at its most penetrating. A m feat of gamesmanship, linking events, emotions and parallel characters in a web of haunting complicity.
CARO DIARIO. With a fresh, funny approach to social criticism, the Italian film maker Nanni Moretti took stock of his country'due south health and, ultimately, his ain. The diary format made this a winningly nimble and varied film, soothingly contemplative in some spots and cheerfully overbearing in others. A reminder of how radical and satisfying such one-man-regular army tactics tin be.
NOBODY'S FOOL. Robert Benton'due south pitch-perfect literary adaptation of Richard Russo'south wry novel performed a remarkable balancing act, describing everything about the life of a pocket-sized, upstate New York town without skipping a sardonic beat. Paul Newman, equally the wisecracking fulcrum of this unexpectedly stirring story, will be the old pro to beat at Oscar fourth dimension. A rare big-studio moving picture with the wisdom to think small.
BULLETS OVER BROADWAY. Beneath the shine comic professionalism of Woody Allen's best contempo film lurked truly audacious thoughts about art, dearest and genius. This sly, expert period slice combined large laughs with real bite.
LADYBIRD, LADYBIRD. Wrenching social realism from Ken Loach, who told his story with full respect for its staggering ambiguities. As a female parent battling social service agencies for custody of her children, Crissy Rock gave a searingly good performance, i that did justice to the complex agonies Mr. Loach addressed.
Runners-Upward and Losers
This was an unusually strong year for runners-upward, so hither are the best: "The Madness of King George," a royally entertaining screen version of Alan Bennett'southward play, with Nigel Hawthorne holding court. "I Like It Like That," Darnell Martin's jubilant Bronx one-act with a savvy, feminist point of view. "Clerks," Kevin Smith's no-upkeep miracle from a convenience store in New Jersey. "Spanking the Monkey," a down-to-world "Graduate" for these dysfunctional times. "Little Women," Gillian Armstrong's smart, unmannered retelling of that heirloom tale. "I'll Practice Annihilation," James Brooks'south soulful Hollywood satire, unfairly blasted for a big budget and the last-minute removal of its musical score.
Also: "Ed Wood," Tim Burton's hilarious and touching valentine to Z-movie blowing. "The Boys of St. Vincent," an unflinching Canadian drama about pederast priests, directed with cool, documentarylike intensity. "Savage Nights," the ragged, desperate AIDS-era romance directed by the tardily Cyril Collard. "Swallow Drink Human being Woman," Ang Lee'due south lighthearted culinary and comedic treat. "Vanya on 42d Street," presenting Chekhov with rare intimacy in an unusual film-theatrical hybrid. "Little Buddha," a grand, gorgeous folly of a theology lesson from Bernardo Bertolucci. And "Interview With the Vampire," the best believable film version of an Anne Rice story. Rats and all.
Now for the flip side: ten worst films of 1994, each with the kind of disastrousness that is emblematic in some notable way. "Even Cowgirls Go the Blues": all thumbs, with Gus Van Sant turning a pitifully dated Tom Robbins novel into a total-calibration creative cataclysm. "Exit to Eden": really bad sex, with Garry Marshall taking all the fun out of black leather. "The Flintstones": a cynical marketing ploy masquerading as a flick. "The Specialist": ugly, third-rate flick making with only the large names of two bored-looking stars to give it drawing power.
"The Route to Wellville": an extended bathroom joke, just its literary origins (in T. Coraghessan Boyle'southward novel) meant a big budget and an absurd veneer of respectability. "Milk Money": fulfilling every boy's fantasy of having Dad marry an ex-hooker built like Melanie Griffith. "Love Thing": the year's most shameless vanity production, with its most embarrassing soft-focus cinematography. "Ready-to-Wear": its biggest non-event, a lifeless party filmed by Robert Altman on automatic airplane pilot. "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein": epic overreaching, with Kenneth Branagh straying far afield to make a big, ungainly monster hash.
And "Forrest Gump": because its hollow human being was exactly that, self-congratulatory in his blissful ignorance, warmly embraced equally the embodiment of absolutely nothing. We shouldn't settle for moving-picture show heroes who don't do more than testify up. And nosotros all look that much more dumbed-down when, equally information technology did in 1994, Gump happens on a global scale.
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