30 From 98: My Favorite Films From 1998

With the release of Antz and A Bug's Life, 1998 was the year of the computer generated insect genre. And the subject of lil' multi-limbed critters isn't the only thing the two movies shared. Both releases have been critically rated pretty much the same by both film critics and audiences alike (although, A Bug's Life did take in more in terms of the box offiice, but not so much that it would've considered a total squash).
And just like Bug's, Antz takes the idea of the macrocosm of the insect universe and transforms it into a cute, wonderful world of innocent anthropomorhic fun that was sure to entertain the elementary-level audience for which this animated adventure is targeted towards.
And with the inclusion of some Woody Allen-like mannerisms into the mix, the older fans of scintillian invertebrates could also be found swarming towards the cinema that year.

For it's time, A Bug's Life, along with it's sister computer-created crawlies cartoon Antz, was the next step in the advancing technology of 3D animation.
The animators of this film showed how the medium can make good use of the physical aspects that make up the distinctive surroundings of the insect world to create a relatable anthropormphic society that would allow the individual personalities of the main characters to come to life.
This these types of movies during the late 90's were progressing examples that were revealing the extent of what computer graphics could to do within the visual dimensions of the genre. And thus, made it quite exciting for movie fans of all ages to see what hi-tech handed animators were gonna come up with next.

Ray Joshua is a man who is always stuck. First, as a street kid who is torn between the hopeful potential of his talent and the confining bleakness of life in the 'hood. Then, after getting arrested for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, he finds himself a convict stuck between the rock of the prison system and the hard place of turning rat. His frustrations boiling over, Ray begins to "rap" his disgruntlement out towards his inmates with a poignancy that's both poetic and powerful enough to sway his fellow jailbirds.
And in the end he must decided between playing it safe in the slammer or voicing his opinions at the poetry slam.

A bank robber on the lam with a the sexy U.S. marshall "hot" on his trail. From the get go, this makes Out Of Sight sound like a typical formula pic. But with a screenplay based on an Elmore Leonard book (whose books were also the basis for other films like Get Shorty and Jackie Brown), this is a romance story that goes beyond its basic description. Through the combination of Leonard's sharp script and Steven Soderbergh's steady direction, the wry dialogue, sly characters and not your typical situations, even for a cat and mouse type of manhunt, are all handled in an atmosphere of high "cool" confidence, that no matter what side of the caper they're in, everyone journeys their roles as though all of this was just everyday stuff.

Of all of Will Smith action themed films so far, this is definitely my favorite.
Though the story isn't exactly a rocket-science script, it didn't require that one completely leave one's brain at the door. There are so many freakin' of those types of films, particularly in the area of action and suspense movies, that it's really refreshing when a high-profile vehicle comes along that doesn't require a mindless state of thinking to the extreme extent that it has become in this genre.



The concept of Big Brother's eyes in the sky watching our every move is what really kept this movie's story interesting for me, and it's was a great foundation of suspense that flowed along a plot that didn't completely dismiss the mentality of the viewer. And I really think that Gene Hackman and Will Smith make a good starring duo with a solid chemistry that doesn't come off as forced as most marquee names that are usually paired for the sake driving a blockbuster film.
This movie is a good example of the type of escapism that though it might not actually enhance one's life, it's still not so empty that it's primary purpose is to kill a few hours just for the sake of killing a few hours.

Here's an animalistic tale that's about an Australian talking pig that moves from small time lifestyle of the farm to the bustling streets of the big city. And to whom everyone refers to as "Babe".
Take out the Australian part, and you could easily be describing my last girlfriend. ('Ey, who do I talk to about having a "ba-dum-tish!" emoticon installed around here, anyway?)
An underrated and good intentioned sequel that never seems to get the kind of fair shakes that it deserves.

Sure, a flick with the standard "two cops from different worlds must unite" storyline with alot of the formula bits solidly put into place, but I ended up enjoying this movie alot more that I expected to.
Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
Or more specifically, the words that are coming from my thoughts as I type 'em down on this here keyboard?

Two siblings, a brother and a sister on the opposite side of the personality spectrum, find themselves trapped in another dimension that is of a 50's black & white television show. Unable to escape and in an effort to accept their new reality, they decide to try to make the most of it by introducing a little color to the set.
And of course, we're talking metaphorically here.

Though the story of Rounders starts about about an ex-rounder trying to start a new life who finds himself falling off the wagon due to his lomg-time card-buddy, the movie eventually falls into the same plot device as in Rocky. Or in Vision Quest. Or in Rocky 2. Or in The Karate Kid. Or in at least one more of the other Rocky sequels. Except, in this film, the "sport" is Texas Hold 'Em poker.
Also, in his role as a mobster from the Eastern block, it's fun to listen to John Malkovich's slanted attempt at a Russian accent. "Pay heem. Pay det miy-an his mah-ney."
Plus, for anyone out there who likes Oreo cookies, there's a product placement in here for them that is essential to the climax of the story.
So, y'know....
there you go.

Stephen Spielberg.
Tom Hanks.
Matt Damon.
A World War II epic.
You do the math.

Los Hermanos Coen slap together a cult classic about some Dude who goes through alot of shit just to get his rug back.
And as anyone knows, the Dude needs his rug.
It's what ties the room together.

A man awakens in a bathtub with no memory of who he is. He soon comes to discover that he is a man on the run in a city of darkness. A darkness that envelopes the people's will as well the sky. A darkness bought about by a group of "Strangers". A darkness that the man must bring to light if the city is to "awaken".
Dark City is a stylishly gloomy sci-fi quasi-noir that features cool comic book style plot-lines bought to the silver screen with a keen integration of bold visual designs with shadowy and suspenseful intrigue.

After twenty years of silence, Terrence Malick is back behind the camera. His first full feature film since the critically acclaimed (although, at the time of the movie's release it had more mixed reactions) Days Of Heaven.
A fictionalized version of World War Two's Battle of Mount Austen. the plot follows the soldiers involved in the campaign, not just physically, but also mentally as throughout the pacing of the story, the script is interjected with the thoughts of various combatants.

While a solid performance is given by every major player in this film (Bill Paxton, Bridgette Fonda and Brent Brisco) my fave has to go with Billy Bob Thornton's.
This movie is another example of one of the roles that BBT has done in which he tends to approach the role with such a distinct character that, no matter what the quality of the film is, it's just interesting to watch as a vehicle for an actor who utilizes the diversity of his acting abilities to it's farthest extent. Therefore, with other films like Sling Blade, One False Move, Bandits, The Apostle and Monster's Ball, A Simple Plan comes off as just another quality flick that came out at a time when Mr. Thornton really seemed to be cruising on quite the cinematic streak.

The Truman Show is certainly a sign of it's time. While these days, reality shows are just a regular part of entertainment programming, at the time of this film's release, reality based entertainment was new and huge and only getting huger. Combined with the onslaught of online services that allowed ordinary people to make it possible for world wide web "audiences" to view their lives for 24 hours a day, the 90's was "reeling" from all the "over-exposure".
So you know that eventually, someone had to use the subject as a basis for a movie.
Fortunately, the movie was a good movie and it was also a perfect vehicle for the pliable comedic actor Jim Carrey to step away from the zany antics of his more fruitful flavor of frenetic farce, and into something which provided him with the flexibility to tap into something that was centered more on "reality". That is, "reality" as it was captured by the zeitgeist of the 90's.

Yeah, there's something about Mary alright. And that something is in her hair. A scene that, while to most people is considered iconic, I honestly didn't think it was all that funny. Just gross. (And in my opinion, that scene set the tone for the kind of schtick that Ben Stiller goes for in his movies that followed.... not that I think he does disgusting humor, just the kind of gags that seem a little too obvious for me).
However, that doesn't take away from the fact that I found the rest of About Mary to be one of the best comedies to "come" out of the year of 1998.

Here is a film called Happiness that is directed by indie film-maker and bon vivant Todd Solondz. This is the same guy who directed Welcome To The Dollhouse (which takes a look at the kind of dark realities of the coming-of-age stage of life), Palindromes (a runaway's dark journey through a series of "palindromes") and Life During Wartime (which follows up certain characters from this movie and depicts the dark paths that have transpired by the mundaneness of their lives).
In other words, Happiness is a film about anything but.
Not that I would could consider this to be a depressing piece of cinema,
it's just an acquired taste, even for the most ardent of art-house appreciandos.

James Whale was a director of cinema during the 1930's, most famous for his work on the first full feature film depicting Mary Shelly's Frankenstein Monster and on it's sequel, the Bride Of Frankenstein. Fronted with exceptional performances from it's major players, this movie is a story that focuses on a fictionalized version of his last troubled days before the director was found dead in his pool. Pigeonholed as a maker of mostly "monster flix", living an open life as a homosexual, and after suffering a series of strokes, Whale spent the end of his life painting as a way of dealing with his not-yet acceptable orientation, his weakened physical state and his constraining reputation as a creator of "gods and monsters".

When living within the slums of Beverly Hills, you'll find that every once in awhile, you just have to pack up the family and move. Particularly, when the rent is due.
Oh, and when this does happen, as a courtesy to the next tenants,
please don't forget to remove the cat from the oven.

Over at a dynastically run hotel, a high ranking family is holding a celebration for their father's 60th birthday.
And one of the patriarch's major surprise gifts, "given" to him by his only son, is the unveiling news that he is responsible for the suicide death of his daughter as a result of a family history of sexual abuse.
Although, considering the other troubled revelations that reveal themselves as the party chugs along, it wouldn't surprise me if "Big Daddy" would have just settled on just getting a tie.

The Up Series is a continual set of documentary films that literally lasts a life time. Started in 1964, it documents the lifespans of a select group of individuals, starting at the age of seven and constantly returning to their respective lives every seven years to update their progress in this journey that we all share.
Therefore, there's an updated installment released after the seventh year of the previous film, each titled after the age of the subjects involved in this long-running project.
By the time of 1998, they're up to the age of 42.



Personally, I found it almost spooky and universally telling on the kind of perspective that arises from being a spectator of some else's life other than my own.
After every incarnation of this series, I can't help but ask those deep kinds of questions that are much easier to ask from the outside looking in.
For example, taking the film segments of the various people of this project when they were just children and watching 'em up against the segments of them as adults, I found myself genuinely wondering at what point in life do most of us, as humans, lose the zest and free-spiritedness that naturally comes with being a child, and then have it replaced by the more restrained walking representative of a crushed spirit that we have as adults?
And I can't remember when was the last time any film had the ability to make me get that introspective.

Here's another solid entry for my comic-book fanboy-ass to add to my nerdy list. Simply put, this is some good quality popcorn escapist fare, right here.
A very insignificant character in the Marvel universe, blood hunter Blade is transformed on the big-screen into a sword-welding bad-ass with the kind of fighting skillz that the Dark Knight only wishes he possessed. The fight scenes in this movie are a true stand-out for any kind of action flick and the story and visuals supersede any Marvel publications that the vampiric vigilante was ever involved in.
Now this is how all comic-book superhero film adaptations should be approached.



(BTW, even tho on this particular list I have Blade ranked at #9 ,
as a vampire character, Blade definitely rates as #1.
So, for any vampires out there reading this, I don't care what your position is in the bloodsuckers' hierarchy, Blade would still kick all yo' asses.
All yo' asses.
Suckas.)

Teenage tap dancing student Layla (played by Christina Ricci, who in my personal opinion, looks at her cutest ever in this film) gets kidnapped by Billy, a recently released ex-con.
Almost immediately, she finds herself attracted to her captor as he "forces" her to pretend that she is his wife-to-be in order to impress Billy's disassociated parents.
And thus a budding dysfunctional relationship gets it's dysfunction off the ground running.
Buffalo '66 is an indie flick about a kind of germinal romance that gives hope to even the most love-lorn maladjusted.

A sci-fi thriller that remains true as a chapter to the on-going television series yet with enough self-containment in it's story to allow non-followers of the TV show (a la me) to enjoy it as stand-alone feature.



This is a movie that I feel very lucky to have not just on this list, but more specifically, within the top ten of my faves of 1998.
Because, now, whenever I play any kind of "Name your fave flix from A to Z" games and the letter "x" comes up, which usually causes other participants much pause, I have The X-Files: Fight the Future fastidiously at the ready.
Oh sure, I guess I could use either X2: X-Men United or X-Men: First Class,
but the truth is,
as much as I liked those two films,
they still didn't make within the top ten of their particular years.
And with X-Files, now I can answer with a bit more X-uberance in my enthusiasm.

The always reliable Robert Deniro, cool french actor Jean Reno, the ever beautiful Natascha McElhone and a kick-ass car chase, all directed by John Frankenheimer.
An action and suspense spy thriller with a MacGuffin so prominent to the story-line that I couldn't help but wonder,
what was in the case?

The plot hook of this "anthological set piece" is one that follows along the lines of those "follow the history" of a dollar/coin/object that is continuingly passed from one person to another, each involving it's own unique story-line, and each centered upon the object of focus in some angular manner. It's a technique that I've always had a liking for, and probably b'cuz , I've been lucky enough in that almost all of the films I have seen that have used this storytelling technique have been pretty well above average. Each story set in a different time period of the violin is of a high quality and solidly crafted in it's individual linear structure.
And even though Samuel Jackson is probably the most famous of the ensemble cast, he is still but one in an ensemble cast. Each separate story entry is strung together to flow with a such a great sense of harmony, that no matter which character role any of these actors have in The Red Violin,
the movie is strong enough for any of 'em to be proud to have this work included in their filmography.

After watching this movie, a viewer's movie-enjoying senses can easily feel depleted, but in a good way. Because just when the story seems like it's about to slow down, it picks up it's velocity again, for one more lap around the track. A plot-line whose simplicity can appear to be much more than it actually is due to the layered formula in which it is energetically executed. It is a result that can make one appreciatively smile with a sense of satisfaction that such a tense & thrilling film could've been made from such a simple idea.

My favorite of Ed Norton's performances in his career so far. The only thing that kept this movie from making it to the number one spot on this particular list is that while the story did a fair job of getting it's intention through, is still came off a bit clunky & broken in some parts (which may due to the editing that got this film into so much trouble with it's director). With its glaring look into the world of radical racist organizations, American History X is a tense piece of captivating cinema accompanied with the contradictory feeling that in the end, it still had the potential to be even more than it was.

The British try their hand at imitating some of the Tarantinoisms of Pulp Fiction. Or maybe Reservoir Dogs. I dunno. But what I do know is the way that my smile tends to crook as a result of listening to the way Lock Stock's script manages to continually weave up, down and sideways to finally coalesce into an English flavored "duck soup", full of chunky bits of quips, guns and sometimes-almost-hard-to-decipher-yet-humorously-satisfying East End slang. This film proves that despite their pasty skin pigment, drab skies and even drabbier food,
even the English can have style.



Not to mention that among the vast cast is included a small but solid bite-strewn and really cool role for Sting (the former Police-man, not the clown-faced wrestler .....you buncha nerds). The singer who, after filming was done, supposedly was responsible for introducing Guy Ritchie to Madonna.
Which later would result in a relationship 'tween said director and material girl.
Which later would result in marriage.
Which later would then result in the movie Swept Away.
Which later would then result in the conclusion that Sting needs to learn to mind his own business.

Primary Colors is somewhat of a satire based on the real life behind the scenes shenanigans that can go on when one in occupying The White House. The kind that can get a Commander In Chief into trouble no matter how close he is to the constituents or how closed the doors of the oval office may be. Featuring some really solid performances from a really solid ensemble cast of some really solid actors (including John Travolta, B.B. Thornton, Cathy Bates, Paul Thompson and Larry Hagman).
In fact, the solidity of this upstanding political drama is so dense that it almost has a feel that seems like could it be more solid than Travolta's big ol' Clinton-like tummy.



Oh,
and he doesn't dance in this movie, either. Which, considering the state of physique these days, is always a plus.