Some time late July, deep in the heart of the summer blockbuster movie season, I had what you might call a film critic’s existential crisis.
It was the summer, you recall, of Grown Ups 2 and Iron Man 3 and Fast and Furious 6 (not to mention, The Lone Ranger and White House Down)—and I thought: I literally don’t care about any of these movies. If I had to slap on one more pair of 3D glasses or see one more action film with a number after its title, I was going to lose it.
I articulated this crisis of conscience while sitting with two friends—both film critics of far greater stature than myself—and they talked me off the ledge, so to speak.
“Wait until December,” they told me, in soothing voices. “There are many more good films to come.” It was the film critic’s version of the “It Gets Better” talk.
Well, I took their advice and damned if they weren’t completely right. It did get better. Much better. In the end, 2013 turned out to be a great year for film. The kind of year where I struggled to limit myself to a mere Top 10 list (the 10 runners-up were all seriously considered for the main list).
And because Year-in-Review lists...