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Even though I enjoyed Pineapple Express, I’d be remiss if I didn’t scold Sulmoney for ranking a stoner comedy higher than modern classics on his list like Wall-E, The Wrestler, and RocknRolla. BAM! See what I did there? No? Maybe cookie monster can explain it for you:

I’m actually glad that at least one big summer comedy made it onto Sulmoney’s list, though, because otherwise I wouldn’t have had a chance to discuss them. I’m a notoriously harsh critic of movie comedies, and trips to the cinema have often started with my (so-called) friends arguing over who has to sit next to me because I hardly ever laugh out loud. That said, we got some pretty decent stuff this summer with Pineapple Express (good), Tropic Thunder (better), and Forgetting Sarah Marshall (best). Unlike Sulmoney, I don’t think Pineapple Express succeeded as much as a genre-bending action-comedy, especially because a lot of the action in the last act fell flat for me, but James Franco, Danny McBride and, my personal favorite, Craig Robinson did some hilarious work that at least held up the comedy end. Even though I enjoyed Tropic Thunder more in the theater, I think Pineapple Express will age better.

Shout out also to Role Models, which I still haven’t seen, but expect I’ll really dig. Here’s big #2:

The Dark Knight

This list of my top 10 films of 2008 doesn’t necessarily include the best movies, in order, of last year. It’s simply a list of those films that for whatever reason appealed to my personal tastes more than the rest. The Dark Knight is a flawed film in many ways. It’s too long, it’s a bit too ambitious, it rushes the Two Face storyline, and some of the story elements (particularly the cell-phone mapping at the end) are just a bit too preposterous for the universe it establishes. For all of those reasons, I’m not too upset that The Dark Knight failed to snag a nomination for Best Picture at the 81st Academy Awards, but it’s a complete and utter travesty that director and co-writer Christopher Nolan was not even nominated for the Best Director trophy. If you want a review of The Dark Knight, you have thousands to choose from. Instead, here’s my case for Christopher Nolan as one of the best directors of 2008.

There’s so much to talk about that I won’t be able to really do the man justice without taking up the entire page. The stellar performances across the board, the moody music, the breathtaking scope, the unbearable tension, the bold choice to shoot in Chicago over New York, the emphasis on practical effects vs. CGI and the groundbreaking use of IMAX cameras all deserve to be mentioned, so there, I just mentioned them. What I find most impressive, though, is the uncompromising vision of the man behind the camera.

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I wonder how awesome my hair looks right now...

I attribute every last dollar of The Dark Knight’s nearly $1 billion box office gross to the directorial vision of Christopher Nolan in translating the epic story of Gotham City to the big screen. The film’s title may refer to Batman himself, but it may as well have been titled “Gotham City,” since the first thing that struck me when the credits started to roll was just how much of the film was not even about Batman. Brothers Christopher and Jonathan Nolan had a monumental task before them in trying to adapt the story of one of pop culture’s most recognizable heroes with 70 years and thousands of stories of history. And just to make it a little bit harder, they had to somehow capture the essence of not one, but two of the character’s most iconic villains in a way that both honored the source material and communicated ideas that strike a chord even with today’s audiences.

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Didn't I have a really cool tower with a train through it last time? And before that everything glowed-in-the-dark?

But to get back to the point, it’s not the writing that’s important, because it’s a mistake to think that The Dark Knight is an original story. Like the classic Homeric poems, the story of Gotham City, its heroes and its villains has been retold for decades through many generations. The genius of the director, then, is not that he saw something in these characters that no one else had seen before, it’s in the way he was able to sift through the excess and boil down so many of these unfathomably dense and disparate elements in a way that made sense for his own medium. You think the Joker was scary? So did Alan Moore (writer of the upcoming mega-blockbuster Watchmen) when he wrote The Killing Joke back in 1988, which Christopher Nolan hand-delivered to Heath Ledger in preparation for his role. Felt for the plight of Commissioner Gordon, who had to choose between working with Batman (implicitly condoning vigilante justice) or risk letting the city fall into the hands of the mob? What about the tragic story of Harvey Dent, the man who believed so strongly in the goodness of the system that seeing it ultimately fail drove him to complete madness? Then check out Batman: Year One, Gotham Central, or The Long Halloween. Chris Nolan did.

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In Japan, the Joker says, "Hai! Cheeeezu," and somehow it's still scary.

These are ideas that say an enormous amount about so many universal themes:  the greyness of right and wrong, the limits of the human psyche, our capacity to find hope in a sea of despair, and, of course, the true nature of villainy and heroism. Now try telling your friends that you learned about these things in a comic book. “Ha! You mean those kids’ books with the silly pictures and the big words that say SMASH and POW?” But tell them that you saw all of those same things in The Dark Knight, and I suspect you’ll be met with a little more respect.

Christopher Nolan has made it socially acceptable for people to argue in public over the motivations of the guy with green hair and white face-paint, the justifications of the man with a melted face and a split-personality, and the iconography of the dude in the cape and rubber suit. That deserves a trophy in my book.

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There is no doubt that Doubt (shoot me now) is a great piece of theatre, either in the playhouse, or the cinema house. Hans is spot in saying that this film is tailor made for actors to strut their craft, and with less than capable thespians, Doubt would have been a debacle. The parallels to Frost/Nixon and Doubt are inevitable, as both were originally plays that were adapted for the screen; while Frost/Nixon may have been flashier and it got the Best Picture nomination, Doubt is the picture that will last the test of time. We get just what we expect from veterans Philip Seymour Hoffman and Meryl Streep, but the real surprises are Viola Davis in her lone scene, and Amy Adams, who is on the verge of becoming a huge star. The best acting of the year is on display in these tense two hours, and the four aforementioned players got their well deserved Academy Award nominations. However, what kept me from truly embracing this film as one of the year’s best is my sheer frustration with Meryl Streep’s Sister Aloysius’ motivations. Perhaps that is why she is such an effective screen villain (or hero, depending on your viewpoint), but for me, it was purely infuriating. The final scene, designed to be (or not to be) some sort of conclusion, only added to my anger. Definitely something that I will revisit in the future though.

Now, for something totally different, I present what will likely be the most controversial pick of the litter, my #3 film of the year, David Gordon Green’s Pineapple Express.

Pineapple Express

Pineapple Express

True Romance is my favorite movie of all time. If you have never seen it, well the cast alone should make you run out to get it immediately. Don’t waste your money on the rental; buy it now. Before Brad Pitt was Brad Pitt, he was Floyd the stoner, a guy who never got off his couch while everyone he ran into during the course of the film was caught up in a huge cross country chase involving drugs, guns, love, gangsters, and Elvis. The genius that is Judd Apatow had the brilliant idea of bringing Floyd from a bit character used for comic relief to the forefront and main protagonist of a story involving, well, drugs, guns, love, gangsters, and (sadly) no Elvis.

Kids, drugs are bad for you

Kids, drugs are bad for you

Seth Rogen plays Dale Denton, a man who aspires to follow a different Christian Slater movie, with a habit that brings him together with the absolutely amazing James Franco as Saul Silver, a new stoner flick legend. When Dale witnesses a murder and leaves behind a blunt of the rarest weed in the city, with the murderer being the top most drug dealer in the city, the chase begins for Dale and Saul that leads them on a voyage that includes a night in the forest, a simultaneously hilarious and grimace inducing fight with the great Danny McBride as Red, selling drugs to minors to raise bus fare, a car chase unlike any you have ever seen, and a finale in an underground secret ex-army base. Oh, and don’t forget about the Asians.

I'd take my pants off for James Franco as well

I'd take my pants off for James Franco as well

What separates Pineapple Express from all the other comedies from 2008 is its perfect blend of two genres. It works as a stoner comedy, and it works as a summer action flick as well. The combination of the two works wonders, and is a welcome relief from an earlier 2008 stoner flick disaster. The laughs are constant, from the black and white introduction, to the diner epilogue, and the violence is brutal and pulls no punches. This is a movie that improves on every viewing, and credit goes to David Gordon Green for his solid direction. The  supporting roles are played to perfection, from Craig Robinson and Kevin Corrigan as two veteran enforcers who come across as a more real Jules and Vincent, to Gary Cole and Rosie Perez thoroughly enjoying their villainous turns. Danny McBride establishes himself as a player on the rise in the comedy scene, and Seth Rogen adds another notch to his comedic hits belt.

The main star of Pineapple Express, and the reason that we will be watching this for years to come, is James Franco. Franco, as we have never seen him before, fully immerses himself into Saul Silver, a role for which he garnered a Golden Globe nomination; in conjunction with his totally opposite role in Milk, he establishes himself as a bona fide movie star, capable of doing the summer blockbusters, to comedies, to rousing award worthy offerings. Missing out on this movie and especially Franco’s performance is like killing a unicorn…with a bomb.

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