Bad Santa - A snot-nosed fat kid kicks a midget elf in the balls. And it totally works. This brash Christmas film for adults is a long time coming, since National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation is getting really fucking tired.
School of Rock - Joan Cusack can do no wrong. And while Jack Black tends to grate on my nerves, in this he's totally perfect. This movie reminded me so much of Girl's Rock Camp that I was stupid happy and laughing the whole way through. This movie is a total joy. (My only complaint is that the girls didn't get to rock as hard as the boys . They were relegated to non-soloing bass player and back-up singers.)
28 Days Later... - The VCB and I saw this on our first date. When we left the theatre I noticed my date was quite spooked. It was adorable when he told me he was sorta creeped out--I just wanted to pick him up and put him in my pocket. And he was right. The silvery quality and quick, visceral editing of this modern day zombie movie made for a freightening trip.
Winged Migration - A rare and beautiful piece of art on screen. It's absolutely lovely. Check it: YOU GET TO FLY LIKE A BIRD. They have this camera that soars amongst flocks of migrating birds capturing glaciers and meadows and whale-filled oceans at the same speed and from the same perspective as high-flying fowl. So neat.
The Secret Lives of Dentists - I could have done without so much Denis Leary but the rest was awesome. Campbell Scott and Hope Davis (whom I have loved since Next Stop Wonderland) portray wounded and realistic characters who love and hurt and drag you with them.
Old School - Four words: Will Ferrel. Tranquilizer gun.
The Eye - This Chinese thriller is sort of two movies in one. The last half of the film is a bit trite and simplistic and too happy-ending for my tastes. But the bad second half is completely overshadowed by the first, which is THE SCARIEST FUCKING THING EVER. Men were screaming out loud in the theatre.
Willard - I was, seriously, the only person in the entire theatre for the 5:30 afternoon screening. And I shit you not, I my legs didn't touch the floor for the duration of that brilliant movie. Crispin Glover owns all.
A Mighty Wind - Christopher Guest's previous films all had me in stitches. This time he charmed me silly. (And, naturally, there was laughing.)
And the Really Shitty One:
Cremaster 3 - This pretentious, steaming pile of shit masquerading as experimental art/filmmaking almost makes me think Matthew Barney is fucking joking or something. He's all: "Hey, ya'll, watch this dude fill up an elevator with cement and then I'll have some cars demolition each other to smoke and bits, but then! A lady cuts potatoes with her shoes!!" I found myself couting the number of lights in the aisle of the theatre before the "latte-friendly" intermission even, so I talked the VCB out of staying for the second half. Maybe some goat paints his shoes with mustard in the bit we didn't stay for--I'll never know. (That, actually, would rule.)