Why do I keep blogging about films? A better question might be, why do I consume so many films in a given week? Can't face the silence, perhaps? Hm. Bears consideration. At any rate. I thought I'd bestow the title of year's best film for masses of adoring readers. The year's best film, for my money, was Rachel Getting Married. Had no expectations, didn't much care for Anne Hathaway's previous work, but was absolutely swept up in this family drama. Jonathan Demme goes cinema verite here, and enough has been written about the home video, fly-on-the-wall camera work, so I wil spare you. What makes the film is that the cast absolutely nails each part. Even the minor guests at the wedding, everyone manages to be pitch perfect in their character. No other film had my attention like this one completely from start to finish. The character development and relational dynamics, the subtlety of performances is the true verite, a style of filmmaking that doesn't work if the performances are stilted. Here, each gesture rings true. I might need to see if this holds up on a second viewing, but this was definitely my best cinematic experience of the year.
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