too obvious<\/a> to talk about, and the movie is only in limited release. That\u2019s annoying for a million reasons, but it\u2019s particularly unfair to Buckley, whose performance transcends any pedestrian \u201cOscar bait\u201d epithets that might get thrown its way. As Agnes Shakespeare, in the fictionalized narrative based on Maggie O\u2019Farrell\u2019s novel, Buckley is sketching out an enchanting creature even before the tragedy at the center of the story befalls her. Her Agnes is an iconoclastic, witchy woman of the woods, drawn passionately to Paul Mescal\u2019s William Shakespeare but reluctant to give herself over to be a wife and mother. Buckley taps into this tension within Agnes so that when her children come along, the bonds she shares with them feel primordial. In the film\u2019s latter half, when grief takes hold, Buckley is able to pull from a near-unbelievable emotional depth and make outsize pain feel real and earned.<\/p>\nFor an actress who got her start in serious epic and sci-fi fare like Troy and Sunshine, Rose Byrne has made her most significant mark as a comedic actress in films like Bridesmaids, Neighbors, and Spy. And as a result, she\u2019s been quite under-rewarded for her efforts. What\u2019s great about If I Had Legs I\u2019d Kick You is that while Byrne tackles some heavy psychological drama involving motherhood and guilt and depression and anger, there\u2019s a heightened lunacy at the periphery that plays into Byrne\u2019s best comedic instincts. It also requires Byrne to walk a tonal tightrope throughout as her Linda tries to calm a sympathetic but panicky daughter, wrangle help from her off-site husband, and bulldoze her way through both sides of the medical establishment as a psychologist, a patient, and the mother of a sick kid. Mary Bronstein\u2019s camera never lets up on Linda, so Byrne can\u2019t either.<\/p>\n
To hear Marty Mauser tell it, he\u2019s about to be the most celebrated sports figure in the whole world \u2014 if he can just find a way to get his hands on some money and fly to Japan and beat his Ping-Pong rival and strike a deal with the ink magnate and seduce the movie star and market his line of orange Ping-Pong balls. Making the most of his spindly body and LaGuardia High School\u2013bred smirk, Chalamet uses his inescapable boyishness completely to his advantage, bringing an immature audacity to the classic in-over-his-head operator. There\u2019s always been a hint of \u201che can\u2019t keep getting away with this\u201d doubt to Chalamet\u2019s success, as if critics were perpetually expecting some sort of backlash to take him out. But like Marty, Timmy can\u2019t fall off that cliff if he never looks down. Chalamet\u2019s energy is inexhaustible, a quality that comes in handy when you\u2019re at the center of a Josh Safdie film. It also comes in handy when you\u2019re trying to win an Oscar, which Chalamet just might do with his showiest work to date. It\u2019s a performance that overpowers you, not with emotional heft or even charm \u2014 though Chalamet calls upon both at crucial moments \u2014 but a grinding, sometimes-infuriating persistence.<\/p>\n
The most pleasant surprise in Bradley Cooper\u2019s latest film is how much it gives Laura Dern to do. Her character\u2019s breakup is a two-sided affair that lets Dern play Tess\u2019s frustration and anger but also her doubt and ambition and sexuality. Over the last decade, Dern slipped into a comfortable space in pop culture, playing rich-white-lady extremity on Big Little Lies and in Marriage Story. I\u2019d started to worry that Hollywood had forgotten how good Dern is at playing a real person, but she\u2019s got both feet on the ground in Is This Thing On?, trying to navigate a separation with as little collateral damage as possible while also trying to get the better end of the deal. Dern is intelligent enough as an actor to know that this movie doesn\u2019t work if it\u2019s about winners and losers, and she allows Tess to give and take within scenes in a way that felt genuinely unexpected.<\/p>\n
Watching what Jacob Elordi pulls off in Frankenstein is like watching a reality-show challenge where the contestant is prepared for one significant task (play one of the most famous characters in literary and film history) and then is suddenly confronted with an additional task (your character will be operating from underneath a shroud, a mask, a bunch of stringy hair, and superfluous wounds), all the while being saddled with a partner who can\u2019t carry their weight (apologies to Oscar Isaac, who\u2019s been much better in other things), and he prevails anyway. For a guy who played aloof so well in Saltburn, Elordi is remarkably emotive and accessible here. The film feels untethered until he shows up, and his commanding wrath in the film\u2019s Arctic scenes give the film its necessary moments of magnitude.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a version of Blue Moon that takes place on a stage and is more or less a one-man show, with Lorenz Hart monologuing about his various grudges, faux-reluctantly tallying his achievements, making bitchy asides about his contemporaries, and protesting far too much when it comes to his thoughts on his former partner Richard Rodgers\u2019s Oklahoma! I\u2019d pay non-discounted prices to see that show. And while Ethan Hawke doesn\u2019t perform Richard Linklater\u2019s Blue Moon solo, he engages in a series of duets with Bobby Canavale\u2019s bartender, Jonah Lees\u2019s pianist, Patrick Kennedy\u2019s E.B. White, and eventually Andrew Scott as Rodgers himself. Hawke\u2019s Hart holds serve in all of these scenes, motormouthing, pestering, insisting, utterly unable to help himself, sometimes in the most literal interpretation of the phrase.<\/p>\n
So much of Train Dreams has to do with seeking out the soul of the American nation in the land and the forests and the hills but also in the pioneering human impulse that tramples and levels those same forests and hills. Director Clint Bentley and his collaborators spend the length of the movie articulating that in variously quiet ways, but it\u2019s in William H. Macy\u2019s brief performance where it all gets spoken aloud. It\u2019s a big task for a man whose success has afforded him leading-man opportunities but who remains a character actor at heart. In Train Dreams, he plays Arn Peeples, a rueful demolitions expert whose reflectiveness is at odds with his assignment helping the railroad company blast a path across the continent. He\u2019s a philosopher in an old coot\u2019s clothing, and Macy is one of the few actors who can thread that needle with enough warmth and quirk to resonate long past the point where the film has moved on without him.<\/p>\n
My favorite performances to champion in these year-end roundups are the ones that make you spend an hour after the movie enthusing about some actor whose role is too small, grotesque, or silly to ever be properly recognized with an award in the real world, so instead you stick your tongue in your cheek, declare them worthy of a Nobel Prize, and assume nothing will come of it. What\u2019s so great about Madigan in Weapons is how easily she could have rested on the clownery of Aunt Gladys and allowed the makeup and the tracksuits and suburban kitsch to carry her through it. But this is a seasoned actress, and Zach Cregger\u2019s frightfully intimate film gets the most out of the way her voice flattens as she calmly threatens to make little Alex\u2019s parents stab and eat each other, or the way she exposes her vulnerability when she\u2019s bald and secluded in the attic. This isn\u2019t a junk-food performance \u2014 there\u2019s something real here.<\/p>\n
Wunmi Mosaku stands out in Sinners despite delivering the film\u2019s least bombastic performance. As Annie, the wife whom Smoke (Michael B. Jordan) left at home to go be a gangster in Chicago, she presents as someone who will tie Smoke back to his grief over his lost child. That\u2019s a character who could easily get lost in one-dimensionality, but Mosaku gives Annie so much spark and complexity that she\u2019s able to compete with bigger characters like her husband and his brother, Stack, and Hailee Steinfeld\u2019s Mary. Mosaku and Jordan communicate with just their physicality, telling you volumes of backstory without fuss from the script. And when the vampires descend, Mosaku squares her shoulders in a way that had me hoping we\u2019d get 45 more minutes of her defending her juke joint from the devils who would harm her brethren.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a flashback scene in The Secret Agent where Armando (Wagner Moura) and his wife, Fatima (Alice Carvalho), dine with a vile and corrupt oligarch, a man who not only wants to get his capitalist paws all over Armando\u2019s academic research but also shame Armando for his resistance, which he does by denigrating Fatima to her face. Moura\u2019s coiled but ferocious tirade in her defense is the core from which The Secret Agent summons its life force. Moura spends the film\u2019s major timeline grappling with the fallout from that moment \u2014 it\u2019s why he\u2019s hiding out in a house full of political refugees while the corrupt Brazilian regime presses its thumb down on dissidents. It\u2019s such an internal performance, with Armando\u2019s frustration at having to endure this temperamental exile playing out on his face in endlessly compelling reaction shots. That flashback shows us the fire that is simmering underneath, turning a performance of diminished spirit into something more like barely constrained fury.<\/p>\n
No fewer than five or six times during the rebooted Naked Gun movie did I stop and think, Liam Neeson has an Academy Award nomination for playing Oskar Schindler. It\u2019s a strange thought to have considering that Neeson\u2019s career has taken him far away from the black-and-white prestige of Schindler\u2019s List. And yet even after the Taken era of all-purpose vengeance-seekers in possession of a certain set of skills, I wasn\u2019t prepared for how absolutely perfect he was stepping into the role of police lieutenant Frank Drebin. It\u2019s amazing how perfect Neeson\u2019s American accent is delivering Drebin\u2019s deadpan: gruff but stripped of the higher intellectual register. Neeson also uses his size and his vigilante-movie reputation to incredible effect, adapting more of a bull-in-a-china-shop energy than Leslie Nielsen\u2019s previous cluelessness. However Neeson summoned it, it\u2019s the comedic performance of the year, something blessedly silly and dumb.<\/p>\n
In James Sweeney\u2019s indie comedy about loneliness and queer obsession, Dylan O\u2019Brien is astounding in a pair of roles: twin brothers of polar-opposite personality types. We first meet the grieving Roman, having just buried his twin brother, Rocky, hollowed out by heartache, bereft of his lifeline partner, forming a tentative bond with timid, gay Dennis (Sweeney) from his support group. But at the film\u2019s spectacular turn, we get O\u2019Brien as Rocky, seductively confident and funny, effortlessly sexy, heedlessly throwing himself into a one-night stand. Sweeney\u2019s film needs Rocky to be desirous enough that you lose your mind a little bit in his presence, and O\u2019Brien delivers. In either of these roles, O\u2019Brien would have delivered the performance of his young career.<\/p>\n
Rian Johnson\u2019s Benoit Blanc films have succeeded as satisfying murder mysteries that double as unabashed comedies. Wake Up, Dead Man hasn\u2019t lost the series\u2019 sense of humor entirely, but there\u2019s a surprising amount of sincerity, and it\u2019s coming not from Craig\u2019s Blanc but from Josh O\u2019Connor as Reverend Jud Duplenticy. Having come to the priesthood as a refuge from a disreputable, pugilistic past, O\u2019Connor\u2019s Jud holds tightly to his faith in the Catholic institution, even as Josh Brolin\u2019s odious Monsignor Wicks reveals himself to have built a cult of domination and cruelty in his small town. O\u2019Connor plays Jud\u2019s disillusionment for plenty of laughs, but he never backs away from his character\u2019s earnest need to use his ministry for good. That might all sound like it\u2019s verging on smarm, but O\u2019Connor doesn\u2019t take a single false step on this tightrope walk between silly and soulful. The movie bets so much on his character \u2014 Blanc takes a backseat here, far more than in the previous two films \u2014 that it seems on the verge of falling apart when he\u2019s not around. Thank God the gamble pays off.<\/p>\n
After Twinless, Alex Russell\u2019s Lurker was the year\u2019s other great movie about curdled queer obsession. Th\u00e9odore Pellerin \u2014 a French Canadian actor best known for playing the Port Authority hookup in Never Rarely Sometimes Always and as a drag queen in last year\u2019s Solo \u2014 plays Matthew, a record-store employee and obsessive fan of Archie Madekwe\u2019s emergent pop star Oliver. Keeping his fanboy origins a secret, Matthew manipulates his way into Oliver\u2019s inner circle using little more than flattery and an understanding of social-media-age mores. There\u2019s a terrifying vacancy at Matthew\u2019s core, a shamelessness which Pellerin weaponizes as Russell\u2019s film blurs the lines between Matthew\u2019s devotion, predation, and genuine desire. Pellerin locks onto Madekwe as both an ideal and his prey, inhabiting more and more of his physical space until the audience is as complicit in his twisted dance as Matthew is.<\/p>\n
Paul Thomas Anderson\u2019s movie doesn\u2019t achieve escape velocity without Teyana Taylor. For her Perfidia Beverly Hills, the revolution has come, and it\u2019s only too bad it\u2019s not being televised because she has that inimitable star power. Taylor\u2019s been bouncing around the entertainment industry as a singer, actress, model, and choreographer since she was a teenager, and it\u2019s still a wonder watching her own a screen otherwise occupied by the likes of Leonardo DiCaprio and Sean Penn. Taylor is simultaneously hard and soft (just as she was in 2023\u2019s A Thousand and One) seducing a white supremacist and using a pregnant belly as armor. One Battle After Another is able to explore themes of generational morality, communal self-defense, and military-industrial villainy so thoroughly because she pulls an otherwise heavy story off the floor in its first half-hour and levitates it even after she\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n
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