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[Kahlil Algya]

Itu2019s Oscars Sunday, God help us, and while I\u2019ll not be watching the increasingly fatuous awards show (especially after last year\u2019s Slap Heard 'Round the World), I thought I\u2019d take the opportunity to finalize my own Best List in movies, rather than review the official nominations. After all, with Top Gun: Maverick, Avatar: The Way of Water, and Elvis all getting nods, you might\u2019ve mistaken the Academy\u2019s list as the worst pictures of the year. And in truth, 2022 was one of the weakest for film since I\u2019ve been keeping track, with poor showings by many of the most anticipated titles.

Still, if you were willing to sift through a lot of crap and mediocrities, a few gold nuggets stood out. What follows is a completely objective, totally inarguable, utterly definitive list of the ten best movies of last year, with short capsule reviews or links to longer ones I wrote. Despite the compounding commercial and cultural pressures that the art form\u2019s under, movies still have the capacity to move us to awe and wonder. These ten did for me, and I hope for you.

Coming in at the tenth spot is Down With the King, a small unconventional picture from French director Diego Ongaro. It stars Freddie Gibbs as a rapper with the alliterative name \u201CMoney Merc\u201D Maxwell, who finds himself going through a quiet mid-life crisis while staying at a house in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. His record label\u2019s sent him there to recuperate after burning out from the celebrity limelight. But as his manager, Paul (David Krumholtz), makes clear, they also expect him to produce another hit record while he\u2019s there. That\u2019s a problem, as Merc (obviously based on Gibbs himself) struggles to take pleasure in his music while falling in love with life on a nearby farm, where he lends a hand to its salt-of-the-earth proprietor (Bob Tarasuk).

This is a most unusual fish-out-of-water story, conjuring a felt contrast between the hushed tranquility of the autumnal setting and the vivaciousness and urban sensibility of its main character. The way Merc brings his street persona so unabashedly and authentically to country life arrests your attention, and Gibbs\u2019s charisma floods the frame with each shot. A character study, the film softly draws out the troubled backstory of its protagonist as he interacts with his mother (Sharon Washington) and the locals (who find him a breath of fresh air). Jamie Neumann gives an unaffected performance as an employee at a hardware store drawn to Merc, matching him in her easy self-possession. Meanwhile, Krumholtz and Gibbs share some sharp, grounded scenes with the musician\u2019s crew that capture the improvisatory quality of rap. Down With the King slipped past most audiences, but in its vision of a rough masculine figure who finds healing among animals and nature, it bears affinity to The Mustang, from 2019. It\u2019s a tiny gem.

In Argentina, 1985, Ricardo Dar\u00EDn\u2014a legend in that South American country\u2014plays a suave prosecutor pursuing a murder case against the backdrop of the \u201Cdirty war\u201D of the 1970s. You\u2019d be forgiven for asking if that isn\u2019t the same character he portrayed in The Secret in Their Eyes, the brilliant mystery-romance from 2009. In the person of Julio Strassera, he exudes similar traits, and the movie as a whole shares its predecessor\u2019s handsome classic look. Strassera was tasked with prosecuting nine officers of the military high command, who carried out a brutal campaign of kidnapping, torture, and atrocities as part of the ruling junta. The trial became an international cause c\u00E9l\u00E8bre.

As in The Secret in Their Eyes, Dar\u00EDn holds the screen with his svelte body and cool persona; he\u2019s impossibly smooth (especially under the suits the costume designers put him in) and the movie reproduces the quick banter and hard-boiled office humor of the 2009 picture. Indeed, given its subject matter, it surprises you with its comic tone and lightness of mood. Strassera\u2019s isolated from the get-go, as almost every other member of the legal establishment supported the dictatorship (in one funny scene, he and his theater director friend rate his fellow lawyers by level of fascism). So he ends up hiring a bunch of scrappy kids fresh out of law school (and even high school) to serve as his paralegals instead. They\u2019re led by an idealistic deputy prosecutor named Luis Moreno Ocampo (Peter Lanzani) who\u2019s become a traitor to his military family. Director Santiago Mitre keeps the narrative and compositions flowing from one seamless scene to the next, and draws fine performances from the ensemble.

The movie could\u2019ve done with raising the stakes more for its main character; you need to feel the cost to Strassera and the danger he was in. And it fails to examine the psychology of evil through a deeper focus on the officers (as with Ben Kingsley\u2019s Adolf Eichmann in Operation Finale, from 2018) or the moral gray area of collaboration. But it finds the needed gravitas during the harrowing testimony of the regime\u2019s victims and in Strassera\u2019s closing argument. The dignity of the actors playing the poor, brutalized citizens\u2014combined with Dar\u00EDn\u2019s stirring valediction\u2014does a real number on you. It\u2019s one of the finest courtroom dramas in a while.

Ron Howard\u2019s Thirteen Lives chronicles the improbable 2018 rescue of twelve young soccer players and their coach from the Tham Luang caves in Thailand. The story captivated the world for nearly twenty days, and Howard sustains a white-knuckle energy through two and a half hours. Along the way, he plunges you into the claustrophobic perspective of the crack amateur divers who pulled off a feat of staggering proportions. Colin Farrell and Viggo Mortensen play the Brits John Volanthen and Rick Stanton, respectively, who lead the squad, joined by Chris Jewell (Tom Bateman), Jason Mallinson (Paul Gleeson), and, eventually, the Aussie Hary Harris (Joel Edgerton). With their all-business attitude and emotional reserve\u2014born both of their culture and their trade\u2014these men are models of stoicism. But they\u2019ve never met a challenge quite like this.

In its theme\u2014the collective ingenuity and steely nerves of men in extremis\u2014Thirteen Lives bears affinity to Howard\u2019s Apollo 13. But the director far and away surpasses his 1995 picture; where the former delivered a straightforward portrayal of heroism, the latter gives us a much more complicated portrait of courage under life-and-death pressure. The spelunkers are so fixated on their mission that, like the audience, they don\u2019t realize the physical and psychological dam building up in them until the end. So when they bring it to a successful result\u2014through a procedure that truly beggars belief\u2014they\u2019re not prepared for the flood of painful feelings that\u2019s released. Neither are you, and the picture upsets you in ways it\u2019s hard to get at. This is a triumph-of-the-spirit film that, paradoxically, leaves you in swirling emotional cross-currents.

The cast\u2014including the many Thai actors\u2014are focused and hew to the action. You wish Howard would draw the characters a bit more fully, actually, along with divulging how the boys endured so long with little food and water (all we get is a brief shot of their coach leading them in meditation). The film successfully showcases the tension between the government and the foreign divers, though, and the epic lengths people went to the world over to save a mere baker\u2019s dozen lives\u2014including peasants who diverted thousands of gallons of water from the caves and into their own rice fields. In this, the film makes for a welcome contrast to Free Solo, the disturbing 2018 documentary about a rock climber who\u2019s anomic psyche (he\u2019s somewhere on the autism spectrum) ceaselessly drives him away from relationships through his deadly obsessive-compulsive avocation. With its riveting depiction of how millions of strangers sacrificed everything to restore a few children to their families, Thirteen Lives reveals our true human nature: made for cooperation and solidarity.

The Phantom of the Open is a charming British comedy that came and went with barely a peep last summer, despite starring Mark Rylance and Sally Hawkins. Its young director, Craig Roberts, has mostly acquitted himself as an actor in forgettable movies like The Fundamentals of Caring (2016). But here he displays a robust, sophisticated aesthetic sensibility that's striking for its confidence. Rylance plays Maurice Flitcroft, a working-class bloke from northern England who made waves in 1976 when he tried, at 47, to qualify for the British Open without ever having picked up a golf club in his life. He subsequently shot the highest round in tournament history, earning accolades as \u201Cworld\u2019s worst golfer\u201D and becoming a minor celebrity. Hawkins plays his faithful wife, Jean, who never doubts her husband\u2019s dubious endeavors on the links.

Roberts, working from a script by Simon Farnaby (based on Farnaby\u2019s biography of Flitcroft) tells the story as a fairy tale mixed with low-comic devices. It flips the sports genre on its head, celebrating the reverie, zest, and doggedness of its quirky anti-hero and the zany trail he blazes. Rylance adopts the driest of affects for Maurice, yet the man\u2019s wonder and child-like sparkle shine through his delightful tweed. Maurice discovers golf while watching on TV, and Roberts suddenly transports his characters to a theatrical soundstage and sends them flying through the stars like a picture book. Maurice\u2019s got three sons, two of whom (real life twins Christian and Jonah Lees) share their father\u2019s performative streak as competitive disco dancers. The eldest, Mike, does not, though, working as a mid-level executive and expressing embarrassment at his father\u2019s behavior. Hawkins turns in another in a string lovely performance (in keeping with the Paddington movies and 2016\u2019s Maudie); her Jean locates a mix of mild befuddlement and affection for Maurice\u2019s athletic exploits, which sets the tone of the picture.

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