The 25 Best Movies Of 2016 (So Far)
As we head into awards season, take a look at the best films the year has brought us.
BY Nick Schager | Nov 2, 2016 | Film & TV
The year is now more than half over, and a review of the past year makes clear that cinephiles have been spoiled with sterling movies, from blockbuster superhero sagas and low-budget horror thrillers to bizarre dystopian comedies and politically oriented foreign imports. While at least a few critically hailed works have so far slipped past us, our halfway-point assessment proves that, whether at the Odeon or the art house, filmgoers have already been blessed with a bounty of great offerings in 2016.
25. 10 Cloverfield Lane
Its title suggests a connection to the JJ Abrams-produced 2008 found-footage monster mash Cloverfield, and its bombshell-dropping finale certainly furthers that affiliation. In most respects, however, Dan Trachtenberg's film—originally conceived as a standalone film, unrelated to a presumptive Cloverfield franchise—is simply a nifty claustrophobic thriller that often feels like a lost episode of The Twilight Zone. Aside from its brief bookending sequences, Trachtenberg's story is set entirely in the bomb shelter of John Goodman's survivalist antagonist, where Mary Elizabeth Winstead's young woman awakens (after a car accident) to hear that the world has been fatally contaminated during some sort of ill-defined doomsday attack. Whether Winstead can believe Goodman's bunker dictator proves the crux of this beguiling mystery, which ratchets up tension with painstaking patience and care. With John Gallagher Jr as the subterranean shelter's third inhabitant, 10 Cloverfield Lane develops and exploits its characters' frazzled dynamics with anxiety-inducing results, and in the process provides the always great Goodman with a role of alarming ambiguous motivations.
Tom Hiddleston winds up at the centre of class-warfare carnage after moving into a swanky 1970s flats in High-Rise, Ben Wheatley's aggressively unpleasant—in the funniest way possible—adaptation of JG Ballard's 1975 novel of the same name. In this socio-cultural cross-section abode, the haves enjoy the finer things in life on the top floors, while the have-nots scrape by on the ground floors. Such stark divisions soon come to a head, much to the chagrin of Hiddleston's mild-mannered doctor. An opening sequence featuring Hiddleston's character killing and spit-roasting a dog serves as an adequate preface for the ensuing, grim action, which involves various residents (Elisabeth Moss, Sienna Miller, Luke Evans) battling it out for control of the building, whose architect and owner (Jeremy Irons) inhabits a penthouse replete with an outdoor garden and a horse for his wife. It's a stinging, surreal critique that devolves into blistering black-comedy madness.
23. Knight of Cups
Terrence Malick's cinema has increasingly strayed toward the insistently poetic, peaking with 2013's love-it-or-hate-it To the Wonder, in which spinning female figures and Ben Affleck's narration-driven brooding pushed the director toward self-parody. His follow-up, Knight of Cups, affects a similar style marked by rapturously dreamy cinematography from Emmanuel Lubezki (winner of the last three Oscars for Gravity, Birdman, and The Revenant) that casts Los Angeles as both an entrancing wonderland and an ominous, illusive wasteland. At the center of its swirl is Christian Bale's screenwriter, who embarks on a reflective quest for self-definition and purpose in a Hollywood milieu of fetid superficiality and depravity. While it treats most of its female characters as mere fleeting figures drifting in and out of Bale's life (including Cate Blanchett and Natalie Portman), Malick's impressionistic aesthetics are often thrilling, and allow him tap into a potent strain of celebrity disaffection, as well as a more universal sense of emotional, spiritual, and existential crisis.
22. Men Go to Battle
The Civil War further drives a wedge between two brothers in this unconventional, evocative period piece from first-time director Zachary Treitz. In rural Kentucky, David Maloney and Tim Morton's siblings find themselves in a desperate bind thanks to both a homestead that doesn't provide enough to live off of, and their inability to sell off a large part of their acreage before the coming winter. While their jovial rabble-rousing at first comes across as an example of their closeness, later incidents reveal the underlying resentments slowly tearing them apart—and culminate with Morton's character suddenly ditching his relative to go off and join the Union Cavalry. It's a muted story that's handheld aesthetics amplify its dreaminess, though more memorable still is its immersive soundscape of groaning floorboards, clicking footsteps along stone paths, and kindling crackling in nocturnal fires, which has the effect of imparting a potent feel for its tale's long-ago time and place.
Yes, Deadpool's smarty-pants humour is of a juvenile, puerile sort. And yes, its incessant meta antics often make it feel like it was specifically produced for ADD-afflicted, smartphone, and Internet-obsessed teenage boys. Still, those qualities don't overshadow the fact that, thanks in large part to Ryan Reynolds' pitch-perfect performance as Marvel's red-clad, quip-spewing assassin, this profane and ultra-violent film functions as a giddy rejoinder to the rest of the formulaic, play-it-safe superhero field. Charting the motormouthed antihero's transformation (through cancer-curing genetic modification) into a limb-regenerating force of murder, Tim Miller's blockbuster isn't so much subversive—amidst its naughty behavior, it hits all the familiar narrative beats—as just rampantly silly and eager to indulge in self-deprecating, self-referential, ridiculousness. Making jokes at the expense of Fox's fellow X-Men while subtly showing up that stodgy series at every turn, it's an ideal adaptation of Marvel's popular ne'er-do-well protagonist, and likely also a sign of things to come from the genre.
20. Kaili Blues
A lyrical import about the circular relationship between the present and the past, Kaili Blues heralds an exciting new filmmaking voice in debut director Bi Gan. In this haunting, elliptical tale, a physician travels to his hometown to rescue his nephew, who's been unceremoniously dropped there by his disreputable gambler father. Gan sets up this story in an oblique fashion, full of subtle allusions and offhand implications. Once the proceedings move to the protagonist's rural childhood stomping ground, the director captures his action via a 41-minute handheld single-take that's breathtaking in its formal dexterity. This tour-de-force sequence, in which numerous characters and relationships are introduced and developed, is powerfully attuned to its subjects' uneasy circumstances, even as it self-consciously calls attention to itself (via bobbing and weaving movements that suggest the director's own just-off-camera presence). The result is a uniquely mesmerizing portrait of people caught in a purgatory between what came before and what's still to come.
19. Midnight Special
While Jeff Nichols' upcoming release—this fall's Loving, about the landmark US civil rights case that invalidated laws prohibiting interracial marriage—is already garnering Oscar buzz, his first 2016 film, Midnight Special, is itself a superb character study, albeit of the supernatural sort. Akin to a hybrid of Firestarter, John Carpenter's Starman, and Spielberg's early works, Nichols' fourth feature concerns a father (the director's favorite leading man, Michael Shannon) on the run with his son (Jaeden Lieberher), who possesses paranormal powers involving light-beams emanating from his eyes. They're pursued by both members of the cult to which they belonged and the FBI (including Adam Driver's agent), and Nichols orchestrates their flight from capture with a vigorousness that never interferes with his intimate portrait of their tough father-son bond. It's an otherworldly mystery cast in human dimensions, and aided by great performances from Shannon, Driver, Lieberher, Joel Edgerton (as Shannon's friend), and Kirsten Dunst (as the boy's mother).
18. The BFG
Steven Spielberg, making his first movie for Disney, from a script by E.T. screenwriter Melissa Mathison, from the beloved 1982 children's book by Roald Dahl: The BFG seemed like a slam-dunk summer hit, at least until audiences avoided it in droves. As it turns out, it was their loss. Far from the debacle implied by its poor box-office showing, Spielberg's latest, about a young orphan (Ruby Barnhill) swept along on a magical quest alongside a Big Friendly Giant (Mark Rylance, in a motion-captured animated performance), is a consistently wondrous fable about friendship, tolerance, and togetherness. Unfolding in winding, whimsical fashion, it provides a cornucopia of enchanting sights while also delivering one of the movies' all-time great scenes involving farting (featuring none other than the Queen). Spielberg's lovely visuals lead the way, although it's Rylance's elegant and heartfelt performance as the title character—his expressive eyes conveying a wealth of poignant lonely-outsider emotions—that truly elevates it above this year's family-film pack.
17. The Neon Demon
Nicolas Winding Refn may be international cinema's most polarising figure, a Stanley Kubrick-indebted filmmaker whose stylish violence is often put in service of celebrations-cum-critiques of twisted aggro masculinity. Here, however, he turns his attention to Los Angeles' fashion industry for the story of a young beauty (Elle Fanning) striving to make it as a professional model. As befitting a Refn movie, The Neon Demon's action is methodical, detached, and chilly, and it lavishes attention on the superficial glitz and glamour of its milieu while positing its protagonists as so hungry for the spotlight that they'll do anything to achieve it. Eventually devolving into a prolonged, profane joke about the hunger for fame (and youth, and beauty, and power), the film has a coiling, serpentine malevolence that operates in harmony with its devilish sense of humor, all of which climaxes during a finale of sick satiric nastiness.
Hush is the first of director Mike Flanagan's three 2016 releases (the second is this September's Before I Wake, the third is October's Ouija: Origin of Evil), and even though it was only released as a Netflix exclusive, this expertly executed thriller generates an impressive amount of terror from its bare-bones set-up. At a remote rural cabin, a deaf-mute author named Maddie (Flanagan's wife, Kate Siegel) finds herself menaced by a masked predator whose intentions don't extend past wanting to torment and then kill her. Their cat-and-mouse showdown is plotted with a preponderance of rational decision making and a dearth of stupid what-are-they-doing? moments, and the material's consistent character-based internal logic goes a long way toward maintaining its sinister suspense. There's nothing particularly fancy about Hush, but it does what all great economical thrillers do: It maximises the terror promised by its premise through deft narrative and visual storytelling.
15. Ouija: Origin of Evil
Just about everybody agreed that 2014's Ouija, based on the popular contact-the-dead board game, was a dud. But this Halloween season's follow-up, Origin of Evil, is an altogether different beast—a sterling '60s-set period piece that's only loosely related to its predecessor, and one that manufactures terror by first making one care about its well-drawn characters. In this case, those are a mother and two daughters who, while running a séance scam out of their home, wind up in real supernatural trouble when the youngest of their clan (Lulu Wilson) makes contact with what she initially believes is the spirit of her dead father. Another superb chiller from director Mike Flanagan (Oculus, Hush)—mainstream horror's best new filmmaker—about the peril that can come from grieving lost loved ones, this stylish work is a throwback in terms of not only its setting, but also its preference for hold-your-breath suspense and unforgettable otherworldly imagery over cheap scare tactics.
14. Don't Breathe
Director Fede Alvarez proved he was a gifted technician with his 2013 Evil Deadremake, but it's his latest thriller that establishes him as more than just a look-at-me behind-the-camera showman. Alvarez's latest concerns three kids (Dylan Minnette, Jane Levy, Daniel Zovatto) who, desperate to get out of their working-class circumstances, decide to rob a blind man (Stephen Lang) reportedly in possession of a stash of money hidden in his dilapidated home. Their plot, however, goes awry when that sightless individual turns out to be far more capable—and lethal—than anticipated, leading to a perpetrators-become-the-victims nightmare that the director orchestrates for maximum tension. Even when it eventually turns to third-act bombshells, Don't Breathe is a work of superbly sustained suspense, employing its gorgeous widescreen visuals to deliver a bevy of heart-pounding thrills—and one that also, subtly, doubles as a commentary on the literal, emotional, and psychological decay that's overtaken modern-day Detroit.
13. The Handmaiden
South Korean auteur Park Chan-wook has made a name for himself with deliriously violent, sexually deranged revenge tales like Oldboy, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, and 2013's English-language Stoker (starring Nicole Kidman and Mia Wasikowska). Thus, The Handmaiden finds him back in familiar terrain, given that it charts a con man's scheme to use a young female pickpocket to help him marry, and then commit to an insane asylum, a mentally unstable heiress—a ruse that gets hopelessly complicated the further it progresses thanks to a series of didn't-see-that-coming twists. Rearranging characters around his narrative playing board like a devilish chess champion, Park stages his material with serpentine sensuality and playfully grim wit, all while presenting a vision of femininity that, true to his prior form, is seductive, sinister and empowered. Come for the luxurious period décor, uninhibited carnality and ominous atmosphere, and stay for the octopus.
12. Kill Zone 2
Don't worry if you haven't seen the 2005 precursor to this Hong Kong-Chinese import (also known as SPLII: A Time for Consequences)—aside from their titles, the two films share no relationship. And don't worry if you can't follow its myriad crime-saga plot strands, which involves a dying Hong Kong gangster (Louis Koo) who sells organs on the black market and plans to kill his brother so he can steal his heart, a Hong Kong undercover cop (Wu Jing) intent on infiltrating this kingpin's gang, and a Thailand prison guard (Tony Jaa) trying to save his daughter who is dying of leukemia. What matters here is that director Cheang Pou-soi's film features the finest hand-to-hand skirmishes of the year, with Wu Jing demonstrating deft martial-arts skills and Jaa—he of Ong-Bak: The Thai Warriorfame—bringing the concussive thunder via his trademark elbow drops and flying knee attacks, which peak with him leaping, knees first, through the windshield of a moving bus. The film's melodrama and comedy (including a subplot involving a Down's Syndrome-afflicted teen texting with a dying child via emojis) are overcooked, but Jaa and Jing's fighting prowess make this a must-see for genre aficionados.
11. The Nice Guys
Shane Black perfected the mismatched buddy-cop formula with 1987's Lethal Weapon, so it's no surprise that, 29 years later, he's delivered another bickering-duo gem set in the LA underworld. In this thoroughly amusing 1970s neo-noir comedy, Ryan Gosling is a bumbling private investigator who finds himself paired with Russell Crowe's for-hire enforcer on a case involving a missing girl and a dead porn star. As they make their way through a seedy showbiz landscape, Crowe and Gosling prove an irresistibly combative, cantankerous pair, with Crowe's gruff exasperation clashing with Gosling's doofus bumbling. Energised by a dry, wry cynicism that borders on fatalistic desperation, The Nice Guys is an idiosyncratic crime romp that builds humorous momentum as it moves towards its mystery-unraveling conclusion. Plus, Gosling's impromptu Lou Costello homage is one for the ages.
Like her Greek countrymate (and frequent collaborator), The Lobster director Yorgos Lanthimos, Athina Rachel Tsangari is a droll social satirist, and her latest plays like an opposite-sides-of-the-gender-coin companion piece to 2010's Attenberg. Here, Tsangari's focus is a group of men on a deep-sea fishing trip who decide that they'll pass the time by playing an elaborate "game" to determine which of them is "The Best in General." To figure out who deserves that lofty title, these self-centered individuals set about judging each other in every conceivable manner. That, in turn, leads them to behave in increasingly competitive ways, all of which Tsangari depicts with a cool detachment that only further heightens the scathing absurdity of their loony decisions and actions. Mocking the macho male psyche with sharp observations about masculine aggression and ego, it boasts a deadpan wit accentuated by cinematography that places a premium on off-kilter imagery.
9. Embrace of the Serpent
Something like a cross between a long-lost documentary and Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now, Colombian writer-director Ciro Guerra's drama charts two hallucinatory courses—during distinct, and yet eerily similar, time periods—through the Amazon. In both stories, a German interloper seeks assistance from a native shaman in his quest for a plant that reportedly has magical healing qualities, with both separated-by-decades journeys revealing the ways in which Western interlopers has affected the region and its indigenous cultures. Shot in beautiful black-and-white, Guerra's trance-like tale is rich in ethnographic details, and its lead performances from non-professional actors Nilbio Torres and Antonio Bolivar Salvado Yangiama (both as the shaman) are unaffected and haunting. Though highly critical of the damage wrought by modern civilization in this untamed land, it's a film that refuses to simplistically lecture, instead ultimately expressing a mature ambivalence about colonialism's complicated legacy.
8. The Invitation
For her first feature since 2009's Jennifer's Body, Karyn Kusama delivers one of the year's great gripping thrillers with The Invitation, an intensely unnerving story about a Los Angeles man (Logan Marshall-Green) who, with his girlfriend in tow, attends a dinner party hosted by his ex-wife (Tammy Blanchard) and her new boyfriend (Game of Thrones' Michiel Huisman)—an awkward situation compounded by the fact that Marshall-Green and Blanchard's characters split following the death of their young child, which neither has properly gotten over. Kusama shrewdly lays out her psychological dynamics, and she imbues her action with an eeriness that suggests there's more to this get-together than initially meets the eye, and which slowly builds to near-unbearable levels. By the time its revelations finally arrive, The Invitation has become a small-scale masterwork of sustained anxiety, and all the more chilling for casting its eventual horrors as the natural byproduct of madness begat by grief.
7. Mountains May Depart
No filmmaker has been more adept at examining China's political/culture climate than acclaimed director Jia Zhangke, and his latest only reaffirms that standing. A story split in three, Zhangke's trifurcated drama—with each chapter shot in ever-expanding visual aspect ratios—concerns three friends caught in a love triangle on the eve of the millennium. While that dawn-of-a-new-century moment is infused with pressing hope, the subsequent development of these men and women's lives—involving marriage, children, divorce, and illness—provides depressing rejoinders to their early optimism. Rife with bemused commentary about the alienating role technology plays in interpersonal relationships, and opening and closing with tonally opposite dance sequences that further underline its intricate thematic arguments, Mountains May Depart is an alternately funny and morose study of a country's (and global society's) evolution, and its positive and negative ramifications for its inhabitants.
Steve Gleason was a sturdy New Orleans Saints American football player who became immortalized in team history when, during the squad's first game back in the Superdome following Hurricane Katrina, he blocked a punt against the Atlanta Falcons—a play that came to symbolise the city's indefatigable comeback spirit. Tragically, at the too-young age of 34, and on the eve of his first child's birth, Gleason was diagnosed with ALS (aka "Lou Gehrig's Disease"). Using copious footage shot by the former athlete himself (some of it addressed to his unborn kid), J Clay Tweel's documentary details Gleason and his wife Michel's struggle with that incurable condition. To say Gleason is heartbreaking is a vast understatement, but amidst its tears-inducing horrors, it conveys a genuinely uplifting sense of its subject's refusal to quit, especially once he endeavors to use his fame to help others with ALS. The story of a man, and family, torn asunder by disease, and yet unwilling to just accept defeat, it's the non-fiction film of the year.
5. Hell or High Water
David Mackenzie's outlaws-on-the-run saga concerns two brothers (Chris Pine and Ben Foster) who embark on a bank-robbing spree in order to raise enough money to save their family farm from foreclosure—a conceit that lends the film a piercing timeliness. Nonetheless, the true power of this rugged genre effort comes from its stars and its attention to both atmosphere and character detail. As yin-yang siblings compelled to embark upon their mission by need, fury, and inherent recklessness, Pine and Foster share a compelling chemistry. And they're complemented (and, in fact, surpassed) in the charisma department by the always great Jeff Bridges. As the just-about-to-retire sheriff hot on their trail, Bridges delivers one of his finest performances, radiating both wit and regret as an old-school relic who—like the criminals he's pursuing, and the beaten-down land that he roams with his Native American-Mexican partner Alberto (Gil Birmingham)—is on the precipice of transforming into a ghost from a bygone era.
4. The Fits
No 2016 debut has been as striking as Anna Rose Holmer's The Fits, an immaculately conceived and executed small-scale indie about a young African-American girl named Toni (superb newcomer Royalty Hightower) who, while living in Cincinnati's West End, spends her time working out at a local boxing gym with her brother, even as she increasingly finds herself drawn to the championship-winning dance team that practices in the same facility. Holmer's precise aesthetics echo her protagonist's detachment from both the pugilistic and dance cliques from which she seeks acceptance, and her slow-motion sequences of the troupe's rhythmic routines have an overpowering, hypnotic grace and splendor. Fixated on Hightower's subtly expressive countenance and her spatial (and emotional) relationship to her peers, the film is more than just a coming-of-age saga; it's an expressionistic snapshot of a young girl trying to transcend her estrangement, define her identity, and find a place for herself in the world.
3. Louder Than Bombs
Joachim Trier isn't a household name, but the Norwegian filmmaker's first two features—2006's Reprise and 2011's Oslo, August 31st—were startlingly incisive dramas about young men struggling with issues of adulthood, responsibility, and regret. His third feature, and first in English, is this sterling work about a teacher (Gabriel Byrne) and his two sons, married Jonah (Jesse Eisenberg) and disaffected high-schooler Conrad (Devin Druid), trying to come to terms with the death of their famous photographer matriarch Isabelle (Isabelle Huppert). That woman's shadow, and the secrets she took to her grave, loom large over their present, fraught-with-friction circumstances, which Trier investigates with a novelist's attention to his character's interior lives. Employing subtle visual framing and numerous narrative devices (most forcefully, flashbacks), Trier's Louder Than Bombs is less than explosive look at out-of-control emotions than a slow-burn portrait of miserable loved ones desperately trying to reconnect, as well as to reconcile their personal, artistic and familial desires.
2. Green Room
The most hardcore thriller in years, Jeremy Saulnier's follow-up to 2013's critically acclaimed Blue Ruin is another exercise in extreme, nail-biting suspense, this time about a just-scraping-by punk band (comprised of the late Anton Yelchin, Alia Shawkat, Joe Cole, and Callum Turner) that unwisely decides to accept a gig at a rural neo-Nazi music club. When they happen to witness the aftermath of a murder, they become captives of the resident skinheads and their leader (a terrifying Patrick Stewart), leading to a prolonged showdown which Saulnier stages as a series of quiet, panic-stricken moments and bursts of brutal violence—a storytelling rhythm in tune with the sludgy punk and metal thundering through the venue's speakers. A relentless assault on one's nerves that pummels viewers with the same all-out viciousness exhibited by the racists slam-dancing around the venue's grimy, beer-soaked floors, Green Room (which we dubbed "mosh-pit cinema") leaves a lasting mark.
1. The Lobster
Greek director Yorgos Lanthimos' The Lobster is one of the strangest movies in recent memory—and one of the most hilariously (and surprisingly profound) ones as well. In this pitch-black future-society saga, a single man (Colin Farrell) checks into a hotel where, by law, he must find a mate within 45 days or be transformed into the animal of his choice. (His preference? A lobster.) In that wacko locale, Farrell's lonely loser pals around with other equally strange sorts, and tries to forge a romance with a female counterpart, before eventually fleeing for the woods where anti-monogamy rebels are stationed. A deadpan dystopian comedy that also functions as a bizarro-world examination of love, relationships, marriage, and the basic human desire for connection, Lanthimos' film is that rare thing in today's cinema: an unqualified original.
From: Esquire US