The first thing I do when preparing to write this post every year is look at both the year's domestic box office rankings and the Oscar nominees. It's kind of a shorthand for the year that was in cinema, and it's also representative of the main idea behind this blog and my ethos as a recreational critic: the tension between commerce and art, popcorn and prestige. (I read a lot of Pauline Kael in grad school, okay?)
When doing so this year, I was struck by how similar 2023 was to 2022. The box office was dominated by remakes and franchises, and you've even got Avatar: The Way of Water in the top 10 in both years. You're also starting to see more crossover between the box office and awards heavyweights, with two top-10 box office performers snaring Best Picture nominations in each of the past two years. Not counting the very atypical COVID-ified 2020 and its exceedingly low box office totals, the last movie to crack both the domestic box office top 10 and get a Best Picture nomination was The Martian back in 2015... and even then, that was only #9 at the box office that year.
But that growing nexus of popcorn and prestige seems really encouraging for a box office still recovering from COVID and with the Oscars not far removed from bestowing Best Picture on the likes of Green Book and CODA. (Seriously, is the latter's cultural footprint just a guest appearance from Sian Heder in an episode of Barry?). In 2022, the two crossover films were the aforementioned Avatar sequel and the Top Gun legacyquel. There were plenty of jokes last year about Tom Cruise and James Cameron—two of the best to ever do it—saving the movies...
...but this year I think Barbenheimer might have actually done it for real. The dual-headed commercial and critical wrecking ball was all people could talk about over the summer, and it's just about all anyone is talking about here in March in the runup to the Oscars. Barbie was the runaway box office champion (and currently #11 all time) and recipient of eight Oscar noms, and Oppenheimer was #5 at the box office with a whopping 13 Oscar noms—and it seems poised to win several of the major categories on Sunday. That's almost a BILLION dollars and 21 Oscar nominations combined for two movies that aren't sequels or remakes.
So if Barbenheimer is what 2023 will be remembered for (and it will), that's a pretty damn good year for movies, and sign that the movie industry is doing just fine, thank you. But Barbenheimer is not all 2023 will be remembered for—there were a bunch of other great films and performances worth remembering as well. With my longer-than-usual preamble out of the way, let's get to what else I'll be remembering 2023 for. We'll start as the Oscars themselves usually do with the supporting categories—and I'll try my damnedest to keep the category write-ups shorter than they were last year. Movies themselves seem to be getting longer and longer, but that doesn't mean you have to write more about them, right? Especially as more and more film criticism moves to Letterboxd (for better and for ill both). Speaking of which, if you're not on Letterboxd, join and add me! Anyway, on to the nominees. (Note that all nominees and HMs below are listed alphabetically. except Best Picture(s).)
Gold = winner
^ = nominated for a real Oscar
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
Sterling K. Brown – American Fiction^
Robert De Niro – Killers of the Flower Moon^
Ryan Gosling – Barbie^
Holt McCallany – The Iron Claw
Jeremy Allen White – The Iron Claw
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Honorable mentions: Willem Dafoe – Poor Things, Jacob Elordi – Saltburn, Charles Melton – May December, Mark Ruffalo – Poor Things^, Dominic Sessa – The Holdovers
Three actual Oscar nominees and two performances from the criminally underappreciated The Iron Claw (strap in; you'll be hearing A LOT about that one). The missing real Oscar nominees are presumed frontrunner RDJ (his statue will be a career achievement award; it's certainly not for his just-fine work in Oppenheimer) and Ruffalo (het gets an HM for a fun performance, but he's been better and was outshined by Dafoe). The HM that hurt the most to leave out of the field was Sessa—he was sensational in his film debut. But you have to imagine it's the first of many great performances, right? On to my field.
- I often meander through the nominees in each category in no particular order; for simplicity's sake, I'll go alphabetically this year. So we start with Sterling K. Brown, who was possibly the Oscar nomination I was most pleased to see this year—he may well have been the last name in the field. Not here. He almost steals the movie every time he's on screen, simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking. He was my favorite part of American Fiction.
- While Brown was nominated for an Oscar for the first time, this is Robert De Niro's eighth acting nomination, but first since 2013. His work as the primary antagonist in Killers is MUCH stronger than that last nomination (for Silver Linings Playbook). He'd make a worthy Oscar winner over RDJ for his frank, unembellished portrayal of pure white male evil. It rivals anything in The Zone of Interest in any conversation about the banality of evil. It's De Niro's best performance in decades.
- Ryan Gosling once looked like a dark horse for the real statue, but it looks like what might be the best comedic performance of this young decade will get swept aside by the incoming Oppenheimer blast wave. It's a shame, too, as Gosling is leaps and bounds better than RDJ—uproariously funny, yes, but also sad and sweet and with a great singing voice to boot. He's a very strong contender here and hopefully won't have to wait too long for his first real Oscar.
- That leaves the two men from The Iron Claw, one of the best movies of the year that never really caught on with awards voters. So most people probably missed out on Holt McCallany's terse, intense work as the patriarch of a "cursed" wrestling family who dangles title shots belts in front of his sons like metaphors for fatherly approval. He loves his sons but only knows how to push them relentlessly—toward his dreams for them and away from him. It's powerful work.
- Jeremy Allen White is the third-oldest and perhaps most damaged (physically, certainly) Von Erich brother. Having seen neither Shameless or The Bear, the only thing I had seen him in prior to this was The Rental, and he didn't make much of an impression that I recall. Not so this time—he's a riveting screen presence that leaves you spellbound with his bravado and woundedness both. I may or may not check out The Bear at some point, but I'll definitely be watching for his next movie project.
Marin Ireland – Eileen
- The only thing I can remember seeing Marin Ireland in before Eileen is the (outstanding) horror film, The Empty Man. (She's mostly known for Broadway and TV, I guess.) Her role is much, much smaller in this solid but mostly forgettable psychological thriller—she only pops up a couple times in the first two acts. But her one big scene/monologue near the end is absolutely unforgettable—wrenching and hard to watch as she wrestles with what she and her husband have done to their son. I've long thought there should be an acting category below supporting, and Ireland and some of the other nominees here would be perfect for it.
- But not Vanessa Kirby, who, as I mentioned above, could almost be a co-lead for Napoleon. She's incredible as the Empress Joséphine opposite Joaquin Phoenix—and she actually outshines one of our generation's greatest actors, to my eyes. (He was much better in a different movie; see below.) It's a largely thankless role (both in the movie and historically), but she's never less than compelling in every frame, with the divorce signature scene an especial highlight. She's rapidly ascending my ranks of favorite actresses. (It was great to see her back in the new M:I as well.)
- The relatively unknown Cara Jade Myers (apparently from Prescott!) was absolutely sensational in her relatively small role in Killers as one of Mollie's oldest sister Anna, sparking up the screen whenever she appears. Anna is tragically flawed and, like most of the Osage, doomed, but she's perhaps the most vibrant example of the tragedy inflicted upon her people, and Myers imbues her with unrelenting verve and a lust for life.
- That brings us to perhaps the most locked-in of all the major category frontrunners, The Holdovers' Da'Vine Joy Randolph. I don't know if there have been many other performers to dominate awards season quite like she has. Like Ireland, I wasn't very familiar with her before this year, but when I walked out of The Holdovers, I was like, "Oh, she'll be nominated for Best Supporting Actress for sure." And so she was, and so she is here as well for her relatively understated, unshowy work, a performance without the kind of showstopping scene/monologue one usually expects from this category. But every knowing glance, every time she steels herself, every second of internalized grief just drips with truth and sincerity.
- Rounding out the nominees is a sadly small but still significant role: Tracee Ellis Ross in American Fiction. She and Ireland were the two final inclusions here just because neither of them had all that much screentime. Ross would have been an easy shoo-in if she had appeared in the whole movie, but the story dictated that she did not. Still, her easy chemistry with Jeffrey Wright and the lived-in nature of her performance are a big part of the movie's success. She also seems to be more known for TV, but I hope to see her in more movies soon.
- We'll start with Zac Efron, who is having (has been having, really) his Channing Tatum–esque "Whoa, the hot guy can act?" moment. He holds Iron Claw together with both his absolutely shredded physique and his fierce yet tender performance as the eldest (living) Von Erich brother. While his brothers embody the physical and psychological toll wrestling (and his father) take, he embodies the emotional toll. Good luck not tearing up at his conversation with his own sons at the end. Efron seemed to be on the very periphery of the Best Actor race but ultimately missed out on a nomination. That error has been rectified here, thankfully.
- There was a minute there before the Oppenheimer train really got rolling in the awards season leadup when Paul Giamatti was the frontrunner for Best Actor. He's undoubtedly one of the best actors of his generation, but this is somehow only his second-ever nomination (and first for a leading performance). How he missed out for Sideways no one will ever know. He's graciously played second fiddle to Murphy this year but would be a more than deserving winner for The Holdovers, in which he plays a character very similar to Sideways's Miles—nigh detestable exterior, complicated yet ultimately sympathetic interior. Nobody does that balance better than Giamatti.
- Longtime favorite Cillian Murphy secured his first nomination and will almost certainly take home his first statue this year for his massive, massive performance in Oppenheimer. He's on screen for seemingly 90% of the three-hour runtime and his facial expressions alone (there are a lot of closeups) are statue-worthy. I don't know if I'd say this is his career-best performance (where my Sunshine heads at?), but it's damn close and is probably the most impressive technical achievement of the Oscar nominees.
- I went back and forth between Schwartzman and Joaquin Phoenix for the fifth slot here. Schwartzman is great in a movie I liked a lot more than I thought I would. The scenes with him talking with his children about their mother who has recently died transcends the detached twee-ness that sometimes plagues Wes Anderson movies. But I ultimately went with Phoenix's increasingly deranged performance in the oft-confounding Beau. (I still like the original title, Disappointment Blvd., better.) I absolutely plan on rewatching it at some point, but my main takeaway from the first viewing was Phoenix's vulnerable, assured work, especially in the first section of the film. My attention drifted toward the end, but I expect there's great stuff to be unlocked on that second viewing.
- In the year that we got just the second nomination for Giamatti, we also got the first for Jeffrey Wright. I'm not sure which is more surprising. He's always made everything he's in better, and it's awesome to see him finally getting his proper due. American Fiction balances a couple different plotlines that don't always fit together from a screenwriting perspective, but Wright handles handles the family drama and literary satire plotlines with equal deftness. His scenes with Brown and Ross showcase his considerable dramatic talents, and the more comedic scenes with the likes of John Ortiz (a favorite) and Adam Brody let him flex his comedic chops. He won't win this year, but he surely has a statue in his future, right?
- Even though I don't think she *quite* gave the best performance this year (more below), I'll still be pulling for Lily Gladstone to win the Oscar. I think she was a bit hamstrung by her film's script and the gap between her and my #1 actress performance of the year is small enough where I'll be happy if Gladstone wins for narrative/representation reasons. But don't get me wrong: she's phenomenal in Killers. She just sparkles sardonically in early scenes before she's unfortunately sidelined due to being bedridden, then her resignation and quiet fury in the final act are something to behold. Her performance as Mollie is one of 2023's true revelations.
- But I think Sandra Hüller actually gave the best lead actress performance of the year in Anatomy of a Fall. (Spoilers: She wins here.) Her job in Anatomy is incredibly tricky—she has to make the audience believe that her character could be totally innocent or guilty as hell, or else the movie just doesn't work. She succeeds spectacularly, as her Sandra is simultaneously sympathetic yet suspect, grieving yet aggravating. It's complex, multilayered (and multilingual) work and she'd be a very deserving winner (and she does seem to have a slim chance).
- The last name in this field was Greta Lee, whose film was one of the very last I watched for my Oscar homework (I always watch everything nominated for the major categories). I didn't exactly avoid Past Lives earlier in the year, but I didn't go out of my way to watch it either. But I'm so glad it was nominated, as it immediately became one of my favorites of the year, in large part to Lee's emotive, nuanced performance. The script demands a lot of her—she's very much in love with her husband but can't help thinking of the life that could have been with her childhood sweetheart who has just reentered her life—but she's more than up for the task. The final five minutes alone are some of the best acting of the year.
- I don't know how or why Margot Robbie wasn't nominated for Best Actress. I know she was nominated as a producer, but her ebullient, playful performance in bringing Barbie to fully realized life is absolutely critical to the movie's success. So why wasn't she nominated as a performer? Anti-comedy bias? Perhaps, but remember Gosling was nominated. I suspect it was just a crowded year—Gladstone, Stone, Hüller, and Mulligan were locks, and many voters probably felt Barbie's surefire nominations in other major categories were sufficient so they could squeeze Bening in. I guess? Oscar logic is funny. That's not the case here, though, where she gets her much-deserved nomination.
- And now we have likely Gladstone's biggest competition for the Oscar, former winner Emma Stone. On merit alone, she'd be a more than worthy winner—her performance as Bella is fierce and fearless, and it might very well be remembered more than any of the other nominees this year. It's both physically and intellectually demanding work, and I'm not sure many other current actresses could have pulled it off. (Random thought: Helena Bonham-Carter would have CRUSHED this role 20 years ago.) I don't think she'll win on Sunday, but the door is slightly cracked for an upset over Gladstone.
- First up is one of two main contenders in this category: Sean Durkin for the incredible Iron Claw. I was a bit familiar with him before this year, having seen Martha Marcy May Marlene years ago (but not The Nest), but his latest was a just a (Stone Cold?) stunner—I remember sitting in the theater slack-jawed as the credits rolled. The story is expertly structured, almost like a wrestling match—a wildly entertaining setup for the first 30-40 minutes before the (emotional and thematic) haymakers start landing HARD. In fact, Durkin had to cut out some of the real-life tragedies that befell the Von Erich family so the story would seem MORE realistic. The Iron Claw is a stunning achievement, in no small part due to the writing.
- Like often happens at the Oscars, animated films are siloed into their own category. Other than the occasional Best Original Song nomination, they usually aren't nominated in any other category. It's a shame, because Across the Spider-Verse is one of the most well-written movies of the year, chock full of detailed characterization, authentic character beats, strong themes, and unironic meta commentary (which is hard to pull off). Like its predecessor (in a rare year when I did separate screenplay categories), the newest Spider-Verse movie scores a nomination for Phil Lord, Christopher Miller, and Dave Callaham (not Callahan, apparently).
- You ever find yourself in a situation where you think "This would make a good movie"? Celine Song did when she found herself translating a conversation between her husband and her childhood sweetheart in a bar, and the result was the Oscar-nominated Past Lives. It's a lovely, bittersweet film, something along the lines of a millennial In the Mood for Love, exploring not only the idea of "past lives" in a karmic sense, but also the actual past lives your partner has led before meeting you. It's a fantastic script, announcing Song as a major new arrival to watch.
- Justine Triet and Arthur Harari are decidedly NOT new talents, but I confess to not being familiar with their work before Anatomy, which won the Palme d'Or and is considered the frontrunner for Best Original Screenplay. And deservedly so—the film explores myriad themes (marriage, infidelity, guilt, justice) with dialogue ranging from wry to gut-punching to acerbically explosive. The domestic argument recording scene is one of the best written (and acted) scenes of the year, the courtroom scenes are both hilarious and heartbreaking, and film the walks such a fine line between "Is she innocent or guilty?" This is the other major contender alongside The Iron Claw.
- The last entry into this field was Takashi Yamazaki's screenplay for Godzilla Minus One. Asteroid City, Barbie, and Poor Things were all strongly considered, but not all the subplots in Asteroid worked for me, I still have serious issues with the mother/daughter plot in Barbie, and Poor Things is an adaptation that can be a bit thematically wonky at times. All very good scripts, but not achieve what Yamazaki does—craft a real, honest-to-god thematically and emotionally resonant script around GODZILLA. It does rely on some contrivances (the very ending, for example), but it was such a thrill to watch this amazingly human (and very Japanese) story unfold in a Godzilla movie. I have mostly enjoy the newer US entries, but this one puts those to shame.
- I'm still not sure how Sean Durkin and The Iron Claw didn't get any real awards buzz. It's got an amazing cast, an incredible story, and it's made with the utmost care and craft. Durkin first drops the audience into breezy, brawny '70s period piece that looks and sounds great (duh, Tom Petty is on the soundtrack). But Durkin masterfully guides the audience along when the story takes a dark turn (several dark turns, actually), never losing sight of the emotional, thematic, visual, and even musical (the original song in this should have been nominated!) throughlines set up in that first act. And some might find the ending a bit corny, but I thought it landed perfectly. This is one of the best, and best made, movies of the year.
- It was a tough call between Lanthimos and Jonathan Glazer for the final spot here. I like Lanthimos's film better, but ultimately The Zone of Interest is the greater directorial achievement, so Glazer wound up as the fifth nominee. Glazer is one of the most original filmmakers around, and the way Zone was made was so unique, with the actors largely alone in the house with just the cameras. Plus the night vision and soundscape stuff (not meaning the sound design here, which was obviously outstanding). I don't think I intend on revisiting Zone anytime soon (if ever), but that's its own kind of compliment.
- Next we have the clear Oscar frontrunner and cause célèbre for the "Make the Oscars more relevant for the masses" crowd: Christopher Nolan. He's made some of the best and biggest movies of the past 25 years but has only once been nominated as a director before (for Dunkirk), and he's never won an Oscar in any category. That'll change on Sunday, as he'll almost surely win at least Best Director and Best Picture for Oppenheimer. The story does peter out quite a bit after the conclusion of the Manhattan Project (hence no screenplay nomination here), but the segment from the Trinity test to Oppy's big speech to the project team has maybe the best filmmaking of the year, if not Nolan's career. Pure audiovisual poetry. He'd get my Oscar vote for sure (but, spoilers, that's only because the winner here wasn't nominated).
- Much like Oppenheimer, I found Barbie's direction much stronger than the writing from its writer/director—the mother/daughter storyline fell almost completely flat to me (like the confirmation hearing stuff in Oppenheimer). But Greta Gerwig's bold, imaginative direction helped pull off what almost no one thought possible—making an intelligent, funny, thematically coherent movie based on Barbie dolls. She makes Barbieland seem like a real place with real problems, explores what Barbie and Ken in the real world would look like, stages some great musical numbers, and even gets a little conceptual and metatextual toward the end. It's a really remarkable achievement, and one the Academy should have found room for.
- Yep, there's definitely a trend here. Let's make it four in a row (Glazer also wrote Zone): the direction of Killers of the Flower Moon was stronger than the writing. I mean, duh, it's Martin Scorsese. Killers is rife with raw passion and power, which primarily comes from Scorsese (and the Native performers, obviously) as he pulls back the hood (kind of pun intended?) on the white interlopers into Osage country, laying bare the evil at the heart of Manifest Destiny and the American Dream. But the writing of many of the white characters, Leonardo DiCaprio's Ernest (not even an HM here) especially falls short, and the central relationship between Ernest and Mollie remains vexing (and I'm not sure a second viewing would clear anything up). But that flaw doesn't do much to blunt the film's power, which rivals and perhaps even eclipses the atomic power of Oppenheimer as the best of the Oscar nominees.
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