The day finally arrived yesterday, to see – third row center – the hilarious Larry David star in the Broadway play that he wrote, Fish In The Dark. Pretty, pretty, pretty … pretty good. Other celebrities in attendance, besides yours truly of course: Alan Alda, Seth Meyers, F. Murray Abraham, Greg Kinnear, Woody Harrelson and Janel Moloney (Donna from The West Wing, whaaaaaaa?!). And how cute is co-star Rosie Perez? Great cast, very funny, VERY Larry David, and a great audience of fellow L.D.-worshippers.
I was the guest of a good friend to the opening night reception of the Björk exhibition at New York’s Museum of Modern Art on Tuesday night. We got there early, which was good as Björk left early – from her own party thank you very much. Before she did though, just minutes after the official start of the reception which packed in about 1,000 people on three floors of the museum, we found the Icelandic pop star heading into – along with her very attentive entourage – the make-shift theater created to screen a continuous loop of her music videos. What was supposed to be a moment for just her (and her posse and a select number of big money contributors, museum staff, and hipsters of all ages) was crashed discreetly by yours truly and the photographer of this photo as we snuck in via the back entrance. Once in, we looked up front and there she was, with an entire empty couch across from her. We sat down, and watched her videos, with her. Kinda weird, kinda awesome, very surreal. My friend snapped this picture as we were pretending to play it cool, and though it was rad to have this picture to remember the moment, it became Pulitzer-worthy this evening when we realized that the white blob at the bottom of the screen was not a couch, or some bizarre yet funky table on which to set drinks, but instead … my big, fat, white, balding head with a neatly trimmed receding hairline. And James Merry, her assistant, is staring at Björk, as she stares at my monstrous melon. This photo went from pretty cool, to the strangely perfect, accidental Björk selfie, of sorts, or something. THAT is modern art.
Here you go you lucky and loyal readers, my top films of the year. As always, there is no minimum or maximum – if you’re the best, you’re the best. This year the total bumped up again, to a whopping 18 films. Because of the increase I divided up at least a bit so that the cream of the crop are recognized. They were films I thought were magnificent enough – even compared to years past – that they deserved a special recognition. Not as glamorous as the Oscars of course, but nearly. I again graded all the films I saw this year and those in the ‘A’ and ‘B+’ range receive this highly coveted recognition. The full list of grades for the year are listed below – so scroll down for the worst of the year – of which there were a few “winners”. Click the posters for trailers, or my reviews!
2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006
Birdman Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) | Boyhood | Mood Indigo | Under the Skin
20,000 Days On Earth | Bjork: Biophilia Live | Coherence | The Hunger Games: Mockingjay –
Part 1 | The Interview | Magic in the Moonlight | Obvious Child | The One I Love | Palo Alto
Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones | They Came Together | Top Five | White Bird in a
22 Jump Street | The Babadook | Dear White People | Divergent | Gone Girl | Her | Inherent Vice
Jodorowsky’s Dune | Nymphomaniac: Volume 1
Beautiful Noise | The Dog | Fading Gigolo | The Grand Budapest Hotel | The Imitation Game
Bad Words | Foxcatcher | Godzilla | Interstellar | Land Ho! | Neighbors | Oculus | Snowpiercer
Big Significant Things | I’m So Excited | Lucy | The Monuments Men | The Skeleton Twins
Dumb and Dumber To | Guardians of the Galaxy | Nymphomaniac: Volume 2 | Ping Pong Summer
Citizenfour | Tammy