#Too Cool To Kill

[ccthewriter]

CC’s Top 100 New Watch Ranking 2022 - Highlights

Each year on Letterboxd, I make a list of the 100 best films I’ve seen for the first time. It’s a fun way to compare movies separated in time, genre, and country of origin, and helps me keep track of what I’m watching! Over the next few days I’m going to release separate posts for each film in the Top 10, but for now, I wanted to highlight some incredible selections from the rest of the list. 

2021 was my cinematic awakening. I watched classics, pursued filmographies, and generally took a survey of the greats. I continued that exploration into this year, and if I’ve learned anything from this quest, it’s that there are A LOT of movies out there. I still have so much to see. When the Sight and Sound list dropped I wasn’t surprised that I had seen less than half of them. I’ve watched several since then, and it’s completely shaken up my rankings! There are films out there than can rattle your perception of the world. That’s something I adore about movies that I rarely find in other mediums. A few hours spent with a great movie can change you to your core. Like a dream that stays with you your entire life. How lucky we are to be able to enjoy and revisit such dreams whenever we want. 

The following films are all remarkable dreams. There’s something to say about everything in my Top 100, but these selections really stand out. They give feelings of desolation, or zaniness, or romance, or something stranger than anything I could put to words. Their ranking is subjective and liable to change - you have no idea how hard it was to assemble them in ANY coherent way. If you watch any of them, please feel free to reach out and tell me your thoughts! I am always interested in hearing the things people have discovered in these works. 

The full Top 100 list is on Letterboxd HERE. Click below to see ten selections chosen from #100 - #11

#96 - A Slightly Pregnant Man (1973), Dir. Jacques Demy

This is a list for Tumblr, so I had to highlight the m-preg film first. Gotta cater to my audience.

This was one of the most surprising comedies I watched this year. In a time when discourse about comedy is strong, and there’s an insistence that comedians are somehow obligated to be cruel and provocative, this film stands out as an example of the contrary. Often the best humor comes from unexpected empathy, not predictable cruelty. Marcello Mastroianni, my favorite biscotti (long Italian snack), is a driver’s ed instructor who discovers that he is pregnant. Hijinks ensue. There’s no hand-wringing explanation as to how it happens, no bug-eyed screaming at the camera, no cross-dressing or homophobic accusations. It’s all taken in stride. The humor is born out of the fact that at every turn, when you expect someone to act outlandish or cruel, they never are. Marcello’s wife accepts it; the doctors take interest in the case, but are respectful. A corporation invents a new line of male pregnancy clothes. It’s remarkable to see a film from 1973 that is kinder to a situation like this than something we’d get today. You can easily imagine the comedians of the 90’s and early aughts turning this premise into 120 minutes of gay jokes, slurs, and transphobia. There are dated jokes and dynamics to be found here, to be sure, but the blasé attitude towards this gender subversion makes this a really special watch.

#90 - Crimewave (1985), Dir. Sam Raimi

Perhaps the most controversial thing on this list! Crimewave is an early Sam Raimi film that is widely disliked, but I watched it with some friends this year and loved it. It’s a bonkers farce about a guy on death row recounting how he ended up there, starting as a meek nerd and getting wrapped up in murderous hijinks. On Letterboxd, I describe the aesthetics of the film as Looney Tunes Gotham City. It captures the griminess of mid-eighties cities and amplifies it, embodying the paranoia a certain American class felt going near urban centers at that time. This is what my parents thought would happen to me if I stayed in the city past dark. There are some really spectacular shots in this film - that one with the main goon charging through the doors and fighting away plates is a highlight. You can see Sam Raimi’s bag of tricks on full display, the visual genius that makes the Evil Dead movies hilarious and horrifying. His favorite punching bag Bruce Campbell makes an appearance in what might be his sexiest role - look at this gif, look at how FUCKING HOT he is. Blow smoke down my throat daddy. This film’s a great argument for Raimi being more than a blood-and-guts director. His kinetic scenes, his rubbery cartoon energy, has a place in any genre or story.

#81 - Trouble in Paradise (1932), Dir. Ernst Lubitsch

A psychological thriller, but fun, and sexy, and romantic, and not scary in the least. Hmm. Maybe there’s another term I should use… I evoke the psychology of this movie because it centers on a pair of professional double-crossers. A pair of thieves - partners in love and crime - decide to fleece a perfume heiress, one of whom seduces her and ends up really falling in love. Or maybe not! At every moment he confesses his love to the heiress, he’s turning to his partner and insisting he’s lying. And every time this partner acts to betray him and get revenge, she seems to reveal that that itself is part of the heist. Does the heiress know? Is she humoring them, or getting them framed? Every scene surprised me with who knew what and who was telling the truth when. I have a feeling I would have to rewatch this a few more times to get a real grip on that, and I would do so with pleasure. This plays like a light steamy comedy - and it is! - but within that easygoing charm there are actorly games that are fascinating to witness. I haven’t seen a shipping tree this complicated since the last time I watched Miraculous Ladybug…

#72 - The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947), Dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz

A premise built for a paperback romance novel. A young widow moves into a house by the sea, only to discover the ghost of an old captain is haunting her new home. He’s very mean and very handsome. Over the course of the film they transform from antagonistic cohabitants to gothic romantics, separated by the veil of death from consummating their attraction. She’s trying to write a novel, despite her grief and the ghost’s patronizing attitude. He is still coping with, y’know, not being alive. I am enchanted by the power of this premise. It evokes so many oil-paint scenes of lighthouses and sea-battered cliffs, so many stories of strong-jawed men being made soft by the poise of an unshakeable woman. I don’t want to give the ending away because it is spectacular. I will say that it is amazing when a movie finds a route for a character's fulfilment without changing her at the last minute. Especially from this time, to see a woman’s journey end without her sacrificing something of herself… it’s a wonderful thing.

#69 nice - Too Cool To Kill (2022), Dir. Xing Wenxiong

One of this year’s biggest surprises! A Chinese remake of a Japanese film, something a friend recommended out of the blue. I don’t think any of us knew what this was going to be when we put it on. But this is a deeply, deeply hilarious farce with just enough romance to have this stand with some of the classic Hollywood greats I’ve seen this year. A gangster threatens to shut down a director's movie over the debts he owes. The lead actress averts this by claiming she’s dating the one man the gangster fears, a legendary assassin named Killer Karl (lmao). She’s not, of course, but she convinces a foolish stuntman to play the part. He thinks he’s in a cinéma vérité production, he method-acts the role entirely, and a wild series of hijinks ensue as they try to pass this wannabee Daniel Day Lewis as a real assassin. It’s just so thoroughly comedic. I haven’t seen the original, so I can’t comment on what this film invents with the material, but the lead actor, Wei Xiang, gives one of the best slapstick performances I’ve ever seen. An endless series of twists and hilarious turns. I saw this on a low-quality stream, I hope this gets a good blu-ray release with better subtitles.

#62 - Poitín (1978), Dir. Bob Quinn

You’ve heard of the Banshees of Inisherin - get ready for the Bastards of Inishtupid! Alright, sweaty introduction, but Martin McDonagh’s oeuvre is the best touchstone for the mood of this 50-minute crime story. The first feature film performed entirely in Irish, shot on location in Connemara. Two idiots bully the local moonshiner and try to get rich quick. Violence and misery emerges from their half-thought plans. I love this film because it is such a pleasure to hear Irish spoken - it’s a language I’m still struggling to learn, but hearing it in its own context, spoken by native speakers, is remarkable. The filmmaker turns Connemara into a sort of post-apocalyptic wasteland, where your house stands alone in this sea of fog that monsters might emerge from. Connemara does feel that way. I went on a bus tour through there once, and stretches of it feel like an alien world. My grandmother was from Tuam, right outside that stony expanse. She passed before I was born, and what little I know indicates she had a hard life. Films like this help me understand what she might have been leaving when she came over to the States.

#53 - Sweetie (1989), Dir. Jane Campion

A film that makes me squirm to recall its details. There’s a lot of pain, a lot of discomfort, in so many of its moments… and just like the titular character, we want to shun them and forget the truths they expose. Sweetie is a bizarre exploration of a woman’s life. The first twenty minutes or so you see her get into a horribly ill-informed marriage with someone she barely knows, and you can’t understand why she’s acting the way she is - and then you meet her family. You meet Sweetie. You see that she comes from an impossibly broken home, and the way they cling to ‘normalcy’ is by turning Sweetie into a sacrificial lamb, a black sheep they can always scream at. Without oversharing, I really empathized with what Sweetie was put through. It’s clear that she isn’t ‘born bad,’ or some manipulative genius like her family is making her out to be. She’s deeply ill and needs help. Her family perpetuates her illness - do they cause it? Exacerbate it? Could anything at this point save her? The film’s characters don’t know, and they won’t ask. I admire Campion greatly, but many of her films don’t entirely work for me. The worlds they capture seem so specific that without knowing them first-hand they can seem outlandish. There are things in this film that I’ve seen, heard through friends, or seen the scarred aftermath of, and can confirm this film touches something deeply real. Powerful stuff - though make sure you’re emotionally prepared to watch it.

#52 - The Happiness of the Katakuris (2001), Dir. Takashi Miike

Boy, if you thought Sweetie was going to make you squirm!! This is a really fucking weird movie. It’s a campy horror-comedy, sometimes-stop-motion musical that ends in a blisteringly sincere and dramatic commentary about living despite it all. Its multi-hyphenate genres somehow make sense when it’s all put together. A family, the Katakuris, run a remote bed-and-breakfast, and through a series of misfortunes keep winding up with dead guests that they have to hide from new ones. They’re never entirely innocent in what befalls their visitors, but you end up rooting for them through all their poor decisions. The movie stands out for being truly unpredictable. I couldn’t remotely guess where any moment would lead. There are some utterly disgusting things depicted here - *highly* recommend looking at a content warning before viewing - but that is paired with some incredible moments of comedy. Blending such different tones is very difficult, and I always admire when a work somehow manages to make opposing elements harmonize.

#40 - Paisan (1946), Dir. Roberto Rossellini

Last year, I fell in love with the films of Federico Fellini. His works made me the passionate film nerd I am now. I started a series of video essays exploring his filmography (which you can view here!), and as part of that quest, I decided to watch all the films he had worked on too. He described Paisan as his baptism into true cinema. He traveled around Italy just after World War 2 with a crew of amateur actors and little money, adapting to the conditions around them as they found it. What emerged from that journey is this remarkable film. Six separate episodes about the liberation of Italy, united by a theme of miscommunication. Between people speaking different languages, and between people unable to express themselves. In a year like this one, I am moved by films made by anti-fascists, made explicitly to confront and address cultural memory in a period of reckoning. Paisan is the filmmaker holding a mirror up to what Italy had become, how fascism changed them, what they lost in abandoning themselves to such a horrible ideology. It is just a fascinating document of a specific period of history. We are lucky to be able to step through time via this movie and witness such a landscape. It’s shot beautifully, it’s made by people who lived through the things they’re depicting. Each little episode would be its own award-winning short film if you took them apart… what more can I say? This is a true classic for a reason.

#19 - A Piece of Phantasmagoria (1999), Dir. Shigeru Tamura

A criminally underwatched, pristine gem of a film. A series of vignettes on a dreamlike, simple world. Anything I could say is best described by the speech that concludes each segment: “While traveling the realm of dreams I discovered a small planet called Phantasmagoria. This has been a short tale from that planet. The memories from this trip will be something to always cherish. Till Next Time - Sayonara!” This is so gentle, so happy, so whimsical. A man walks through a desert filled with giant lightbulbs and clocks. A cactus-person goes on a trip to the big city. The Bakers of Baker County have a tough life. You know those segments of Adventure Time or Steven Universe where they linger in some absurd visual, while a simple little melody plays that transports you into a space of simple enjoyment? Smile fixed and heart calm? This entire movie is like that. It contains light dreams, shining aspirations. I can’t wait to revisit it. If there’s anything from this list you should watch, it should be this one. It only has about 300 views on Letterboxd, an insanely low number given how spectacular this is. There’s no easily accessible blu-ray or physical copy of this, though you can view it on Vimeo here. Spend the 90 minutes doing so, you won’t regret it. I hope the director, Shigeru Tamura, gets to release a thousand things in English. It seems like most of his work has been for small Japanese publications. But I have to imagine he is widely known in the CalArts and animation circles - some spark of his influence seems to proliferate the best cartoons being made right now. Utterly gorgeous. A pinnacle of animation. Simplicity and style refined.

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[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags

[goldiipond]

what the fuck did they mean by this

[wyvernity]

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop

[bixels]

Always an experience watching the leftism leave FNAF fans when someone mentions that Scott Cawthon financially backed fascist politicians.

The switch from posting hardline leftist tweets about boycotts and signal boosts and critical takedowns of politicians and celebrities to ‘ohhh, well. everyone makes mistakes. who can blame him, listen he. he donated money to gay charities too. that makes it ok! a millionaire in his forties is allowed to have political beliefs. does it even matter? just let it go!’ is whiplash inducing. The antivaxxer celebrities have got to go, but this one horror dev who quietly handed wads of cash to antivax lawmakers? He’s chill, he can stay.

The charity thing is so funny too because suddenly utilitarian positive-negative point counting is the way to go. Maybe an abacus would help calculate the net good of donating to the Trevor Project minus donating thousands of dollars to Mitch McConnell and Donald Trump. -10 points if I push a kid in a lake but +11 points if I help an old lady across the street, so I’m chill. You can’t judge me. Hey, maybe. Just don’t push a kid in the lake period. How fucking low is the bar when we’re excusing maxing out the possible dollar amount of donations to Mitch fucking McConnell. That should be like. Default you’re a bad person.

[adriles]

Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon

[somepinkthing]

Something something tim drake who has never been put first by anyone he's ever loved in his life being told he is not only kon's first but also his only robin..... for the only thing that kon cared abt to be the fact that tim felt wanted and treasured and important to someone....., that he didn't give a damn about how other ppl might feel about what he just said....... esp knowing that he literally had his home and title and dad ripped from him in the last year......

[hoofpeet]

Potentially weird habit but. When I get really fixated on an oc/blorbo or whatever I get embarrassed thinking cringey shit "In front of" them. Like ah fuck I was cringe in front of my imaginary fursona. shit

[jeonsupershy]

MINGHAO :: MAESTRO 🎻

[relaxxattack]

people will really write rose as a badass girlboss as if her main character trait isn’t hubris. as if her main story arc wasn’t her fucking things over for everyone time and time again by assuming she was better and wiser. oh you think rose is a girlboss? rose who intentionally allowed herself to be corrupted by morally ambiguous terrors because she thought it might give her a slight mental advantage on the game? rose who willingly went along with the manipulation of a groomer because she thought his idea of putting a tumor into the universe was smart? THAT rose? that rose??? why don’t you ask her where the green sun is. since she’s such a competent and intelligent boss bitch

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

is that disney-esque artstyle, peter parker look alike PILOT RANDY CUNNINGHAM???

also ngl i kinda dig Viceroy II and Deputy Mayor Kranski

+bonus Bible designs

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative-prologue-part 2

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[lilacthebooklover]

i love the idea of hatchetfield being such an accepting town when it comes to gender and sexual identity. minus the occasional grace, you've got all these cultists and corrupted businesses and evil eldritch gods but they're still gonna insult or accuse you with the correct pronouns. i respect that.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

The Bedside Manner Duo.

Bonus Poppys cause I had to really practice to figure out how to draw her waahah! Conventionally cute designs are hard for me....

[bixels]

The Ryoko Kui interview's reception is such a disaster over a pretty normal (yet still flawed) interview between a non-Japanese fan and Japanese artistic. This is discourse for discourse's sake, and it's no surprise that almost every Twitter user I've looked at who's using this interview to parade Kui around as a goated mangaka standing strong against Western ideology is anti-trans.

Like, I do think the interview was kinda wonky with its focus on fandom culture, which Kui clearly didn't have much interest in. But sometimes that happens. Sometimes interactions between two people, especially a fan and a creator, two people who view and interact with a piece of media in completely opposite perspectives, don't click. Does this really need to get blown up into a "West vs. East culture war" issue.

Anyways, Kui saying "I don't consider my audience's interpretations when writing. I leave it to their imaginations, but I have my own read on things too" is the healthiest, most normal thing an artist/writer who wants a non-parasocial audience could say. Artists and writers use this line all the time. If Kui didn't enjoy autistic Laius or Farcille headcanons, she would have probably voiced/signalled her discomfort, like she did on the topic of Senshi fanservice. Overall, Kui handled the interview really well. Props to her to sticking to her guns and keeping a healthy disconnect from the fandom. While I think the interviewer could've/should've been more tactful and restrained, the flaws in their questions is not a symptom of the woke mind virus trying to wriggle its way into the pure Japanese psyche. It's the sign of an over-eager fan who sees a piece of fiction differently than its creator.