Another Year: “Another year” perfect describes my intent to see a Mike Leigh movie. So far, I never have. A Netflixed copy of Happy Go Lucky is on my coffee table as we speak. My wife totally saw Topsy Turvy. I’ve heard Naked is tops [You heard right. -Ed.] and I’ve seen plenty of Woody Allen-sounding-or-resembling movies that probably aren’t as good as Secrets and Lies (I don’t know if the movie itself resembles Woody, or just the title, because I haven’t seen it [It doesn't. -Ed.]). This one sounds a touch less kitchen-sink miserable than some of the other movies I’ve avoided for the past ten years, which allows me to think: hey, maybe I’ll give this one a shot. Is it possible that I will? Yes. What would I bet on it? Hmm, how about this copy of Happy Go Lucky [No dice: already own it. -Ed.]?
Blue Valentine: Apparently the very end of the year is the best time to release a movie chronicling the ups and downs of a marriage. Blue Valentine bravely imagines how shitty it would be to marry Ryan Gosling. I’m kind of curious about just how insufferable this would be, and Michelle Williams sure knows how to suffer impeccably, so I will probably make this my potentially miserable choice for the new year.
Biutiful: Speaking of miserable, I’ve pretty much had it with Inarritu and his conscription of interesting actors into humorless tales of woe. Also, sorry Biutiful, you got great reviews, but you don’t fit into a snapshots-of-a-marriage New Year’s Day double feature.