Before we get to the best films of the year (which will be winging its way at ya on 31st Dec) I've compiled ... another list!
This year has been a year of promise unfulfilled. I really wanted a return to form from Woody Allen. What I got was Whatever Works. I was in the mood for a intelligent country-set drama with a long-legged, big bosomed leading actress. What I got was Tron: Legacy. Oh, and Tamara Drewe.
So, behold! And hold the complaints.
"Scott, what have you done?"
5. Scott Pilgrim – a sugar rush of visual wonderment, but the plodding and episodic nature of the plot, and the charisma vacuum of Michael Cera meant I crashed quite quickly.
"I'm sure there is a good film around here somewhere"
4. Whatever Works – good notices at festivals and the appearance of misanthrope-to-the-power-of-three Larry David. Film as bad as anything the Woodman has released in the last ten years.
"It's not that bad, don't take to drink"
3. Chico and Rita. About as sexy as a plate of chorizo, this Spanish animation was beautiful to look at and featured a great soundtrack but had a script which totally lacked personality.
"Don't cry, it's only the end of your career"
2. Life During Wartime. Todd Solondz continues pissing over his considerable contributions to indie cinema, with this anaemic retread of former glories
"How can we be so hot, but the film turn out so tepid?"
1. Tamara Drewe. Like being shouted at for two hours by Hyacinth Bucket – this terribly middle-class comedy had a few good performances but was eye-gougingly smug and irritating