Richard Johnson42
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joined Jan 2015
The nineties were solid years. They felt a little melancholic, looking back at them through a certain lens. Departure. Blockbuster... that entire cinematic universe I grew up in, the one I was absolutely obsessed with throughout my whole childhood. I still remember back in 2008 when—if I recall correctly—I rented my very last movie from a rental store. During those late-night wanders through the city, I’d always end up wandering into a shop like that, and out of pure habit, I’d scan the exact same shelf twenty times over, terrified I might miss some damn title or just looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation with the guy behind the counter. Back then, those places started clearing out their old stock at dirt-cheap prices, and I’d be there, grinning like an idiot, grabbing anything that caught my eye because, hell, I could never resist a good movie selection. I would have hauled the whole store home if I actually could. And now, sitting right here in front of me, I've got Anderson's Magnolia, Spike Lee's 25th Hour, and other absolute gems, all for next to nothing. It's almost poetic, especially since my first love is... I don't know what to tell you—it’s just dying. It’s fading out right before our eyes. I used to be so damn happy about those five-dollar movie deals, thinking I was getting the steal of the century. Looking back now? Man, I didn't have a clue what I was actually missing. Heh.
On the flip side, even though the internet basically killed off the local Blockbuster and turned movie theaters into a harder sell, it actually handed us everything we ever wanted on a silver platter. It bridged that gap by making content accessible in ways we couldn't have even dreamed of back in the day.
The magic of going to the movies died for me the second that pathetic, hollow "victory" went down in Zadar. I can't even remember the exact title of the last film I caught at that theater—maybe it was NCFOM or some gritty American gangster flick—but I know damn well I fucking loved it. But enough with the melodrama; let’s get down to the actual zero-sum game of filmmaking.
I honestly feel like I’ve barely even scratched the surface of all this, and frankly, that excites the hell out of me. Take Korean cinema, for instance—I’ve only just dipped my toes in, but what I’ve seen so far? Absolutely brilliant. It’s left me hungry to dive deep into their entire filmography. Same goes for the Japanese masters... and there is so much more to uncover in Romanian films too. There is an endless well of talent there just waiting to be tapped. That being said, even though I find myself constantly criticizing certain trends, I still find myself retreating back to the comfort of the good old classics from Hollywood more often than not.
If you ask me, they’ve truly defined him: Wes Anderson, with four brilliant features and one short, all pulled from that singular, gorgeous little universe of his—a cosmos where he delivers those eccentric characters we can't help but laugh and cry along with.
Alexander Payne has delivered two absolute masterpieces, and honestly, that short film *Paris, Je T'aime* was nothing short of brilliant. Then there’s *Sideways*—man, that is one of those all-time favorites. I still remember watching it in my tiny, cramped college studio apartment, practically choking because I was laughing so hard.
Cronenberg absolutely floored me with those Russian promises and that relentless history of violence. It was just one massive, glorious serving of stylized brutality—exactly the kind of visceral stuff you crave.
The Coen brothers absolutely floored me with NCFOM, and PT Anderson completely wrecked me with There Will Be Blood. To think they all dropped those masterpieces in the exact same window—likely that absolute peak era around 2007 or 2008. It was a powerhouse year. And let’s not forget, that was the same year Dominik released his absolute gem, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Pure cinematic perfection.
When you think about the absolute peak of cinema, one of the first things that comes to mind is that brutal showdown between Llewelyn Moss and Anton Chigurh. It’s legendary. Seeing Daniel Day-Lewis go head-to-head with Paul Dano as Eli Sunday creates a dynamic of characters that stays burned into your brain for a lifetime. And don't even get me started on Casey Affleck—the way he absolutely dismantles every single frame in that director's debut is nothing short of life-altering.
Man, *Dogville* absolutely kicked my ass. It left me completely floored. But then I finally wrapped my head around the whole Dogme 95 movement, and that led me straight down the rabbit hole of Vinterberg’s work. He basically dismantled me emotionally—first with the sheer ritualistic intensity of *The Celebration*, and then he totally enchanted me with that sci-fi fairy tale vibe in *All About Love*. Just incredible stuff.
That little masterpiece claimed a permanent spot in my heart the very second I finished watching it. It’s that tender, bittersweet story about two Americans finding each other in Tokyo—just completely lost in translation.
The guy who basically carried the entire weight of the nineties on his back—acting as both screenwriter and director—is Charlie Kaufman. Seriously, look at his work. You could take a trio of his films, like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Synecdoche, New York, and that adaptation he did, and drop them straight into a Top 10 list of the best films of the decade without even blinking. He’s a genius. If I had to pick one word to define him, it would be "Kaufmanesque." That's it. That's the whole man.
Even before the sun sets, those broken flowers are just two little sweethearts brightening up the early years.
Leigh’s *All or Nothing* absolutely wrecked me on an emotional level. It was one of those films that just hits you right in the gut and refuses to let go.
Woody Allen has certainly had his moments... in one of his more unconventional flicks, Match Point, he really solidified his spot in my personal top ten all-time greats. Then you look at Vicky Cristina Barcelona, where he manages to win everyone over with that signature charm again—honestly, it’s just like how Bardem absolutely commanded the screen alongside Scarlett and the rest of that cast.
Watching *Gosford Park* and *Before the Devil Knows You're Dead* really drove home the point that the old masters haven't exhausted their repertoire just yet. We’re talking about two absolute gems of cinematic direction here—pure brilliance from start to finish.
The Devil's Backbone. That movie absolutely captivated me; it was one of those rare gems that hit home and reminded me exactly of the kid I used to be.
When it comes to Latin American cinema, they’ve dropped two absolute masterworks: Dogtooth and My Mom.
I also have to give credit where it's due regarding those graphic novel adaptations like Ghost World and American Splendor.
As far as comedies go, Superbad and Anchorman are leagues above anything else out there.
Finally, I can't wrap this up without mentioning a recent standout from a true documentary master—he directed what might actually be my favorite narrative feature: The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans by Herzog.
Anyway, that's just a little bit of my take to get things started.😁