Runners Up
The almost-theres and the near-misses that round out the 45. (Or 46, if you count Slumdog Millionaire.)

Sherlock Holmes – Haven’t seen it enough yet to cement it properly into the cannon. But damn I love this movie.

Pan’s Labyrinth – Gorgeous, stunning, amazing. It just didn’t stick with me for some reason.

Children of Men – Ditto. Still — those big, 10-minute long single-cut set pieces. Damn.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang – The movie found itself way more clever than I did, but still, engaging stuff.

Zombieland – I know I was supposed to like this movie, but it fell flat for me. More on this later.

No Country for Old Men – I think the lack of a climax screwed this one for me. Maybe that’s the point. If it is, well, fuck this movie. It needs me more than I need it.

Jesus Camp – No proselytizing by the filmmakers. They just turn the cameras on let the crazies speak for themselves.

The Fountain – I’m guessing one of Andrea’s best of the decade. In hindsight, it was so relentlessly depressing, I just can’t bring myself to go back for a second watch.

Ghost Dog – Jim Jarmusch, motherfucker.

Napolean Dynamite – But only in the theater on opening night in a college town. Otherwise, skip it.

Movies We Haven’t Seen Yet
(I know, I know…they’re on my Netflix queue, I swear to God…)

The Departed
Last King of Scotland
High Fidelity
Spirited Away
Little Miss Sunshine
Man on Wire
A History of Violence

Psychic poison
Far from the top 45, and often not scraping the bottom of the barrel, these are the movies that left their marks as well–just not the good kind.

X-Men 3 – This movie was forgivably mediocre until they killed Scott Summers off camera. But what makes it my most hated movie ever was Brett Ratner kowtowing to focus groups by letting Rogue puss out and get rid of her powers. I guess now it’s “With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility…unless you’re a puss, in which case you can just walk away and everyone’s happy.” Fuck this movie.

Dancer in the Dark – This movie hits you like a mule kick to the chest. When the final shot comes, you’re thanking Jesus that it’s over. What sucks is, it’s SO GOOD. It’s easily the best movie I’ve ever regretted seeing.

Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace – Any movie that makes you say “Well, it’s ok for what it was” is a failure. Sorry, George.

Spider-Man 3 – Wanna see how you squander any kind of good will you might have had built up with the fan community? Watch Spider-Man 3. (At least Sam Raimi went on to make Drag Me to Hell. That’s some good vindication.)

The Twilight Saga: New Moon – I covered this in a recent review, and I don’t really want to return to that well. It occurs to me that True Blood covers much of this same ground, but at least they have the good sense to make it a comedy.

Ponyo – There’s a lot to like in this movie. It’s gorgeous, for one. And it’s directed with a master’s hand, no doubt about it. But Ponyo’s voice will make you want to kill someone. Seriously. I’ve never walked out of a theater muttering to myself about strangling a little girl before, but this movie took me to that place. Fucking Ponyo.

And that’s all! See you Monday with our review of Sherlock Holmes!

Luke

Silver Medals

Donnie Darko – Like watching a new cult being born. I will never hear ‘80s music the same way again.

Brokeback Mountain – One of those movies that moved me deeply, but which I never want to see again. Some things are a little too powerful.

Amelie – Jean-Pierre Jeunet should have fixed America’s romantic comedy problem. A movie about love, Amelie makes you acutely aware of how shamelessly and cynically formulaic our rom-coms are. And yet, somehow, they got progressively worse as the decade went on. Sigh.

Lost in Translation – Like a tone poem. This movie could’ve been played without the voice track and lost nothing. Sofia Coppola uber alles.

Oldboy – Hammer fight. ‘Nuff said.

Hellboy II: The Golden Army – A sequel to a movie based on a semi-underground comic book. We have no right to expect anything this good will ever be made for such culturally dubious source materal ever again.

Moulin Rouge – One of the bravura spectacle movies that helped bring musicals into the now. Boy is it cheese, but try not to love it. I heart Ewan McGregor SO. MUCH.

Juno – You don’t want to hear me gush about Juno. It’s embarrassing. I’m a grown-ass MAN, for Christ’s sake.

Punch-Drunk Love – There was a time when I liked Adam Sandler movies. Then I fell in love with PTA’s Punch-Drunk Love. And now, I hate any Adam Sandler movie that isn’t THIS movie. Is that a good thing?

Almost Famous – God what a clever movie. It captures a moment like few movies I’ve ever seen.

Inglorious Basterds – I’m not sure there’s any point to making any more World War II movies after this. QT tossed all the war movie clichés out the window and created something entirely new here out of bits and pieces of the generations that came after The Greatest one.

Tomorrow: The Gold Medalists!

Bronze Medals

Thank You For Smoking – Jason Reitman’s first outing is too smart by half, and that’s why I love it. I haven’t seen Up in the Air yet, but I can’t wait to see where he goes from here.

Spider-Man – If only for the sequence where Peter first figures out his powers. The rest of the movie is so-so, but that ten-minute-long span is as close as you’ll ever get to capturing joy on film.

The Devil’s Rejects – This movie has enormous, swinging balls. Everyone I know hates it. Everyone I know is WRONG.

Shaun of the Dead – Spaced was too embryonic, Hot Fuzz too over-the-top. Shaun was that team’s sweet spot. A little too pleased with itself at times, but God, the zaniness is infectious.

Ratatouille – Anything Brad Bird made would have gone on this list. Not to undercut this flick, of course — it’s wonderful and nuanced and speaks right to your heart.

Thunder in Paradise – The new acid test for comedies: did it make me laugh more than Thunder in Paradise?

Pirates of the Caribbean – Just the first one. And maybe the second. But not the third. No, the third was dreadful like cabbage shit is dreadful. But from Captain Jack Sparrow’s first great swashbuckling, Errol Flynn escape to his apparent death in the maw of the Kraken, I was 100% on board.

Sin City
Planet Terror – Robert Rodriguez is another product of the ‘90s I came to late. While he spends too much time making crap kids movies, he also made Sin City and Planet Terror, two guilty pleasures which I will watch over and over until the day I die.

Big Fish – In between Tim Burton’s big, noisy, garish spectacle pieces (here comes Alice in Wonderland!), he occasionally stops to make thoughtful little character pieces like this. This is why I fell in love with the guy in the first place. Not to be missed by Burton fans.

The Hangover – One of the few movies to pass the Thunder in Paradise acid test. (To wit: “Did this movie make me laugh more than Thunder in Paradise?”) This movie even cracked Andrea up, and as we know, she only likes comedies where everyone dies in the end.

Waking Life – As someone who has tried his hand at rotoscoping, let me tell you, it ain’t easy. The metaphysical dialogue tends to drone on after a while, but if you tune out, you’re at least assured of some great visuals.

Tomorrow: The Silver Medalists!