Jacob Hall's Top 10 Movies Of 2015

When I sat down to create my top 10 movies of 2015 list, I decided to jot down a quick list of every single movie that I felt was a contender. You know, just to get the creative juices flowing. Over 30 titles later, I realized I had to start getting picky.

2015 was one hell of a year for cinema and the rare year where major Hollywood productions often seemed to match the independent scene step-for-step. One of the distinct pleasures of this past year wasn't just the sheer number of good movies, but the variety. Animation and comedy and horror and drama and action films all found a place on my top 10. The fact that the mold-shattering biopic Steve Jobs and the effortlessly entertaining and inspiring The Martian didn't make the cut boggles my mind. How could I not find room for the oddly romantic and deeply funny S&M oddity that is The Duke of Burgundy? The sobering Spotlight probably should have been on this list. The Big Short, too. In any other year, the elegant thrills of  Bridge of Spies would have been a shoo-in for this list.

But try as I might, there is only room for 10 movies in my top 10 list. These are the movies that still cling to me in the early days of 2016, the films that, for one reason or another, feel like they matter the most. Not all of them will cling to you in the same way and that's okay. These lists are less about making definitive statements and more about encouraging conversation. No, I didn't "forget" anything on my list, but I'd certainly love to hear what's on your personal top 10. Let's start talking.

The Pixar factory tends to churn out a bonafide masterpiece every few years, but Inside Out may be their greatest achievement yet. In many ways, this is the beloved animation studio's smallest movie, telling the story of young Riley and her emotionally traumatic move to a new city. But within her mind, director and co-writer Pete Docter finds a vast landscape full of color and whimsy, grief and reality. As our young heroine powers through one relatable incident after another, her struggles play out in the exploits of her personified emotions, namely Amy Poehler's Joy and Phyllis Smith's Sadness. These adventures, while never anything less than hilarious and thrilling, ultimately build to one of 2015's most powerful statements: grief is as important as happiness and sadness is the key to empathy. Inside Out has jokes for days, but it is the emotional catharsis of the final act, where the pain that accompanies letting go of childhood is internally dramatized, that makes it a masterpiece. And Bing Bong. Oh, Bing Bong.

Evocative and nuanced, Carol is the kind of movie that politely ask you to meet you halfway. Its characters, a young clerk and the older woman she falls for in 1950s New York City, must hold their affections and desires close to their chest. One misspoken word, one wrong glance, and their worlds will come crumbling down. This means Carol is a romance built around two women whose longing for one another is told through subtle looks and dialogue with double meaning. To carefully watch these two carefully fall in love with one another is to fall in love with them as well. Director Todd Haynes wields melodrama like precision weapon – there is just enough of his Douglas Sirk fetish on display to heighten the drama, but not so much that the film ever loses touch with its complex emotional core. Haynes and cinematographer Edward Lachman frame their low-key but deeply moving tale of forbidden love in painterly compositions, where colors often tell us everything we need to know. Carter Burwell's score fills in all of the blanks the characters leave in every spoken sentence. Costume designer Sandy Powell ensures that both leads are impeccably dressed. Most importantly, Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara give career-best performances, breathing life into characters who could have easily felt cold and distant. This is a beautiful film in every way.

With The Hateful Eight, Quentin Tarantino has provided a vicious retort for Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained. While his previous two films were about giving the victims of historical wrongs a chance to fight back and find bloody, fanatical satisfaction on the movie screen, the latest effort from modern Hollywood's most consistent provocateur rubs your nose in the sins of the past, giggling the whole time. Shot with antique CinemaScope lenses on 65mm film, The Hateful Eight looks like a high-pedigree epic but feels like Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia's equally sleazy cousin (who just finished reading some Agatha Christie). For the its first 90 minutes, the members of Tarantino's all-star ensemble feel each other out, speaking in riddles, half-truths and outright lies. In its second 90 minutes, the guns come out and the truth starts to gush alongside the blood and the gore and the brains. The Hateful Eight is a murder mystery where everyone is guilty, where each character is emblematic of the rot festering in post-Civil War America and, by natural extension, America in the year 2015. Despite their varied backgrounds, everyone in this sordid tale is a foul, loathsome villain, a symptom of the darkness no one wants to talk about. This is a mean movie, a bucket of icy water in the face after the catharsis of Django. The Hateful Eight takes its time, and indulges in its own tangents. It doesn't like you and it doesn't care if you like it. That's aggressive and brave and suicidal and ridiculous and, well, that's Tarantino.

Joshua Oppenheimer's The Look of Silence is unlike any movie you've ever seen and you spend every second of its running time wishing it didn't have to exist. But this is the world we live in, so it must exist. And it may be one of the most valuable and sobering documentaries ever made. Although it's a companion piece to Oppenheimer's equally astonishing The Act of Killing, The Look of Silence stands alone. You literally cannot believe what you are seeing. With The Act of Killing, Oppenheimer asked the death squad leaders responsible for massacring hundreds of thousands of men, women and children during the "anti-Communist purge" of 1965 to recreate their crimes on film. For his follow-up, he films a middle-aged optometrist as he seeks out and confronts those responsible for murdering his brother and traumatizing his family decades earlier. Their conversations go about as well as you'd expect, offering a powerful, and compelling, glimpse into the abyss. What happens when you stare into pure evil and see a human face staring back? Is there room for forgiveness? Is there capacity for understanding? How do you even begin to heal wounds like this? Watching these men stumble over themselves to justify themselves to a man whose family was torn apart by their actions does lasting, fundamental damage to the soul. Unlike the stylized The Act of Killing, Oppenheimer rightfully chooses to tone down any and all theatrics. The Look of Silence is dispassionate, clinical, and observational. It lets this material speak for itself. It is brave, necessary filmmaking.

The moment it clicks why Anomalisa has to be stop-motion animated may be the most powerful and unique cinematic moment of 2015. Set almost entirely in and around a nice (but not too nice) hotel, Charlie Kaufman and Duke Johnson's heartbreaking and brutally honest film is quietly, mesmerizingly, stylized. These stop-motion puppets, each of them animated with so much detail that they become performances worthy of study, reinforce the worldview of David Thewlis' thoroughly broken Michael Stone: every single man, woman, and child looks the same, blending together into one Tom Noonan-voiced blur. Except for Lisa (Jennifer Jason Leigh). The brief relationship between Michael and Lisa, whose chance encounter with one another and ensuing series of conversations forms the backbone of Anomalisa, is moving and devastating. These two people, both desperately unhappy, look to one another as a miracle cure of sorts, that new element that will fix a broken life. Kaufman and Johnson guide us through the highs and lows of a relationship in record time: the elation upon meeting someone who stands out from the crowd, those intimate moments where you establish a powerful connection... and then the self-sabotage, where your the rotten bits of you, the broken elements, surface and poison everything. Michael Stone, a miserable father and lackluster husband who seeks profound solace from a woman he just met in a Cleveland hotel, is so specific that it hurts to watch him. Call this a tale of a mid-life crisis. Call it the story of a mental breakdown. Whatever it is, Anomalisa cuts to the darkest, most despairing truths of human existence: for some people, happiness is fleeting, loneliness is a way of life, and all you can do is desperately hold onto those little moments that shake you out of complacency. Anomalisa, which brings these complex people to life with wicked black comedy and uncomfortable nuance, is almost too real. Not bad for an animated movie.