Every year, when awards season rolls around, I follow the nominations and prizes the way other people obsess over March Madness brackets or Presidential primaries. And every year, I find myself asking one question over and over again:

Are you all sniffing glue?

Look, I understand that these things are subjective, and I would never say that I'm absolutely right and everyone else is absolutely wrong. (I'd think it, but I'd never say it.) If an entire academy of awards voters agreed that Driving Miss Daisy, Chicago, and Crash were the best films of their respective years, who am I to argue? If the academy wants to give Sandra Bullock a Lifetime Underachievement Award for the unforgivable The Blind Side, there's nothing I can do to stop them. And I've pretty much accepted that I'm the only person who believes Daniel Day-Lewis is a scenery-chewing, over-acting fraud whose talents would be better suited to playing Sir Spits-a-Lot in a regional Renaissance Faire than to playing any role in a major motion picture.

Every year the critics and voters embrace a few films or performances that leave me scratching my head, shaking my fist, or venting my bile, and this year is no exception. The only thing that makes 2011 different is that now I have a blog, and may therefore vent my bile at innocent readers like yourself.

And so—though no one asked me—here are my nominees for The Top Five Most Overrated Films of 2011. There are other movies (see Honorable Mentions below) that some people liked much more than I did, but these are the movies that—should any of them win any major award—will cause me to swear (as I do every year) that I'm never watching another fucking awards show.

5. The Descendants

Look, I like George Clooney too. He's handsome, he's charming, he's talented, and he seems like a decent guy. He's even a good director: in fact, his Good Night and Good Luck was the film I would have picked for Best Picture the year the sub-literate Crash took home the prize. But not everything he appears in is award-worthy, and The Descendants has its head so comfortably up its own ass that it can't be bothered to pop out and say anything. It's a film about marriage in which the marriage goes completely unexplored, a film about parenting in which the father does no parenting, and a film about grief in which the dying character is a plot device, not a person. (And then it wraps this all up with some extraneous and self-congratulatory balderdash about land preservation.) I have nothing against character studies, but this movie just puts some dislikably quirky characters in silly motion and pretends it's studying them, when it's not really telling us anything at all.

Read my full review of The Descendants here.

4. The Help

There are few things Hollywood likes better than to tell stories about oppressed people of color by focusing on the heroic White savior. (Dances with Wolves, Glory, Mississippi Burning, Avatar, and The Blind Side are just a few Oscar-winning examples.) There is also a long tradition of presenting stories about the racist South with a light, comic, crowd-pleasing patina of nostalgia—hello again, Driving Miss Daisy—which allows us to pretend we're grappling with America's shameful racial history when we're really enjoying the Southern charm and congratulating ourselves on how we would have behaved so much better than the cartoonish racists in the movies. The Help repeats all these tried and true crimes, and adds the additional sin of being a terrible movie: it is neither funny enough in its "comic" elements nor substantive enough in its "dramatic" moments. The fabulous Viola Davis alone rises above this schlocky, phony crapfest, but she does it in spite of the material, not because of it. The entire premise of the movie centers around telling the real stories of black maids in the '60s, but the movie can't deal with those stories, and so we get a lot of light nonsense about segregated bathrooms and comically racist White ladies being fed retaliatory shit-pies. The problem isn't just that The Help doesn't advance the conversation about race in America: it's that it pretends to do so while actually setting the conversation back considerably.

I didn't review The Help when it opened, but it is the subject of a forthcoming special edition of  The Unenthusiastic Critic. And if you think I didn't like it, wait until you hear what my angry black girlfriend had to say about it.

3. J. Edgar

I've already said everything I had to say about Clint Eastwood's J. Edgar in my review, but this is the one that's making me seriously wonder whether other critics and awards voters saw a different movie than the one I saw. The one I saw was laughably bad, like a bunch of middle-school boys dressing up in their fathers' suits and putting on a school pageant written by the substitute history teacher. And yet Leonardo Dicaprio has picked up acting nominations from the Screen Actors Guild and the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, and I have a real fear that affection for Eastwood and Dicaprio will squeeze the movie into the expanded 10-slot Best Picture category at the Oscars. (None of which is as funny as the nomination from the Broadcast Film Critics Association Awards for Best Makeup. The aging makeup on Dicaprio—and especially on co-star Armie Hammer—looks like it was done with a bucket of mashed potatoes and a Play-Doh Fun Factory.)

I'm aware that I'm beating a bleeding horse here: most reviews of the film have been pretty bad. But the fact that the film is getting any awards attention means the accepted verdict is nowhere near bad enough: this is a real turkey.

Read my full review of J. Edgar here.

2. Midnight in Paris

My opinion of Midnight in Paris has changed in inverse proportion to the rising critical assessment. When I first reviewed it, I thought it a typical "minor" Woody Allen movie: a shallow trifle, harmless and fun but ultimately meaningless. That was before it became Woody's best-reviewed film since the infinitely superior Bullets Over Broadway in 1994, and his highest-grossing film ever. Rewarding Woody Allen for making flimsy shit like this is tantamount to saying that Orson Welles did his best work for Ernest and Julio Gallo. Allen is still capable of so much more—for my money he proved it as recently as 2008 with Vicki Cristina Barcelona—and calling Midnight in Paris a "return to form" is an insult to his entire legacy. We should hold Allen to higher standards than this.

1. Shame

This one gets my vote for biggest letdown of the year; in fact, it disappointed me so badly I couldn't even bring myself to review it. Stylishly directed by Steve McQueen (Hunger), and featuring strong performances from the suddenly ubiquitous Michael Fassbender (as a compulsive sex addict) and the wonderful Carey Mulligan (as his lounge-singer sister), Shame is not a horrible movie by any stretch of the imagination. But it's not a great movie either, and seeing it near the top of almost every "Ten Best" list inspires me to point out that this emperor has no clothes (quite literally).

Fassbender gives a good performance as a man incapable of having emotional relationships, and McQueen is a talented enough director that the movie feels like it's about something as we watch Fassbender's character move from one empty encounter to another. But the film is ultimately just as shallow and soulless as the character's life: this is arguably an example of form following function, but to what purpose? With a largely improvised feel, Shame has no narrative shape: we get no sense of who this man really is, what his family history with Mulligan's character consists of, or even what it's like to live with this affliction. This is an acting exercise, not a story, and it ultimately just puts us for two hours in the company of a man with whom we couldn't stand to spend ten minutes in real life. In a film that wallows joylessly in every kind of meaningless sexual experience—one-night stands, porn, prostitution, masturbation—the most depressing orgy may be the circle-jerk of critics gathering to shower this empty acting exercise with undue praise and extrapolatory meaning.

Honorable Mentions

Terence Malick's The Tree of Life is a film that will straddle both this list and my Ten Best list: it is a beautiful movie about a family that is bloated with pretentious and unnecessary muck about God, the beginning of the world, and ridiculously clichéd dream imagery. I've heard a lot of critics gush over the abstract elements of The Tree of Life, but I haven't heard anyone convince me that those elements have any kind of coherent meaning: I'm inclined to think this is largely a case of critics praising a film rather than admitting that they don't understand it. Personally, I think the incomprehensibility is Malick's fault, not ours.

Likewise, The Artist will probably appear on my ten-best list, but it's a one-trick pony. Granted, it executes that trick very well—director Michel Hazanavicius truly understands the language of early cinema—but I can't help but feel that the love for this film has more to do with audiences rediscovering (or discovering for the first time, in many cases) the charms of silent movies, and less to do with the merits of this particular silent movie. Compare the story and acting of The Artist to some of the truly great films that it apes, and it starts to look like a charming and clever pastiche, and not much more.

For a final roundup of disappointments, The Ides of March proves yet again that not everything George Clooney touches is gold, by bringing an A-list cast to a script that would make a D-minus episode of The West Wing. The Muppets never quite captured the unique magic of those characters for me: watch any old footage of the late Jim Henson performing Kermit the Frog—or Frank Oz performing any of his characters—and The Muppets starts to look like a pale, well-intentioned imitation. Rise of the Planet of the Apes featured an extraordinary performance from Andy Serkis as the chimpanzee Caesar, but suffered terribly from human characters (played by James Franco and a wasted Freida Pinto) who were nowhere near as lifelike. And Bridesmaids may be the female equivalent of The Hangover, but why is that a good thing?

Coming Soon: My list of the movies I actually liked in 2011.

Comments

  1. Interesting list, though I haven't seen all of them. I'd add Meloncholia with it's crushing art-house affect. The interminable reception scene i. e. the movie's first half was agony. But I know you loved it.

    Great blog, by the way.

    1. Thanks, Nate. Yep, if you hated Melancholia, you are (spoiler alert) going to take issue with my Best List. (And is it overrated? It seems to me it's been largely panned or ignored, perhaps because Trier pissed too many people off with his asinine comments at Cannes.) I don't know, it just worked for me, but I can completely understand the opposing viewpoint. (I doubt there are too many people who are middle-of-the-road in their opinion of it: it's definitely a love-it-or-hate-it film.)

  2. CynicalCritic says:

    Having seen all but one ("The Descendants") of your listed films, I wholeheartedly agree with your choices.

    However, you lose a lot of credibility with me when you admit that "Rise of the Planet of the Apes" "featured an extraordinary performance from Andy Serkis as the chimpanzee Caesar." I believe this to be the most overrated performance of the year. All that was required for this role was that Serkis scowl throughout the entire movie and shout a few angry words at the end. "God, give him an Oscar!" WTF? Unless I see something worse, this ape movie will be my #1 Worst Movie of the Year.

    And, how can "Tree of Life" straddle both a Ten Best list and an Overrated List? By placing it on the former, you are perpetuating the reason for it to be on the latter; but, by placing it on the latter, how can you reconcile as one of the year's best?

    1. I'm not on the "give Serkis an Oscar" bandwagon, but I did think his performance was the best reason to watch that movie by a country mile. Whether you put it down to Serkis or the animators—and people who understand the technology better than I do think Serkis deserves the credit—I seem to remember a lot more nuance in that performance than you do. (On the other hand, people said the same thing about his performance in King Kong, which I did think was overrated, so I won't argue the point.)

      I'll discuss The Tree of Life more on my Best List, but can't something be good and ALSO be ridiculously overrated? The parts of The Tree of Life that I like are enough to qualify it as one of the best films of the year for me (especially in this relatively weak year), but I also think it's far from a masterpiece. Likewise, I really enjoyed The Artist, but when it wins Best Picture—as I'm sure it will—I'm going to be angry.

      1. CynicalCritic says:

        Thank you for replying to my post.

        I know you're not on the "Oscar for Serkis" bandwagon, and I did appreciate Serkis as Golem, and I have read a bit about the process used for Serkis' ape performance, but I still believe that, although he certainly deserves credit for the grueling animation sessions he endured, the performance itself was just adequate. I don't think that an actor should receive an Oscar for a performance, simply because it required a great deal of physical exertion in an animation studio. The performance needs to come out in the film and, as far as I'm concerned, I found all the performances in the film to be risible, though I will admit that Serkis was probably the best thing about the film, for whatever that's worth. But, I also feel that much of the praise he is receiving is for his cloying Spielbergian scenes (e.g. the table scene with Lithgow's fork; the embrace; "Caesar is home", etc.); these scenes are calculated to win over the audiences' hearts, but I found them unbearable.

        As for "Tree of Life", yes, a movie can be "good" and "overrated", but I think it's a contradiction to consider it one the year's BEST and overrated. A movie is usually considered overrated if it is receiving undeserved major acclaim. If you think it is garnering more praise than it deserves, how can you count it as the year's best. You're merely adding to its overrated status.

  3. Dan says:

    Watched "Midnight in Paris" over Christmas in Bucksport. Seemed an innocuous choice for mixed company. Half the people went and did something else. I hung in there, mostly because of persistance. Right away I didn't REALLY like ANY of the main, present-day characters. And all those shots of Paris in the beginning seemed, I don't know, rushed…and "mailed in." Best Paris movie, for me, lately…was "Two Days in Paris" (Is that the name of it?)…with what's-her-face…damn…she actually IS French…was in "Werewolf in Paris"…and those two movies with Ethan Hawke. And one of the dudes who was in "Saving Private Ryan." Does THAT help? No?

  4. Yes, Julie Delpy: she also wrote and directed that. I remember liking that movie. (It was very much a Woody Allen-type film, as I remember, and better than most of the ones he makes himself lately.)

    Best recent Paris movies? Have you seen Paris, Je t'aime? Twenty short films, by different directors, one set in each arrondissement. My favorite segment (directed by Alexander Payne, whose The Descendants I just pilloried) features Margo Martindale as an American tourist whose French accent is almost as bad as mine.

  5. Mike z says:

    Midnight in Paris was the most over-rated film of the year and yes, I agree that The Descendants was a good film but not a great film- several scenes came off as forced.

    As for Tree of Life…I personally think it deserves praise. Malick is a director to be cherished. He stretches the boundaries of what the film experience can be, he forces us to slow down and watch, and listen. The movie felt to me like a visual and emotional roller coaster ride (sort of like life itself). The middle hour of the film with the family in Waco is probably the best thing I have seen in American film in decades. Also, the young actor Hunter Mccracken was astonishing and actually carried the emotional weight of the film on his shoulders. I'll never forget his performance.

    The Artist was wonderful and charming but no one seems to talk about the pretty dull middle section of the film which dragged on a little too long. The exciting ending barely helps the film recover from the storyline of the depressed and ruined actor.

  6. Mike z says:

    Also…as far as Melancholia is concerned, I was swept up with the very good acting and the beautiful visuals. I also thought the end of the film was powerful and amazing. Ultimately though, I just didn't care about anyone in the movie so I have to ask, "what is the point?' Maybe it's just me but if I can't connect to the "humanity" in a film, then I'm just not that interested in for long run. The director has said that his Melancholia is a comedy- hmmm…it's all just a little too twisted for my sensibility.

  7. Rosie says:

    I thought that "J. EDGAR" was okay, but something of a letdown. The only other movie I saw on your list was "MIDNIGHT IN PARIS" and that was a real turkey. It sooo boring and trite. This movie actually received nominations for Best Picture and Best Director? Really?

  8. karim says:

    Other than Shame, I've seen all the films on your list and agree that some of them left me scratching my head in disbelief that they were nominated at all (Midnight In Paris). The Artist I thought was way overrated and should be at the top.

  9. Jenna says:

    You are not the only one who thinks Daniel Day-Lewis is overrated. I came across this post after Googling "Daniel Day-Lewis overrated", which in turn I did after viewing the trailer for Lincoln. I just wanted to see if I was the only human on earth who failed to see the emperor's new clothes. I came to this conclusion after watching his spittly performance in There Will Be Blood, specifically after laughing out loud during the "I drink you milkshake" scene.

  10. Tommy says:

    The Descendants was a terrible movie.

  11. Nathan says:

    Yeah, couldn't agree more. There is a video on Youtube showing Cannes jury member Robert De Niro trying to justify why Tree of Life won the top prize. Even he didn't understand why he was supposed to like it so much, yet still it won. Midnight in Paris was jaw-droppingly bad considering it was nominated for anything.