Stanley Fish, on his New York Times blog, just made his list of the 10 Best American Movies Ever. Five of them are from the forties, and the most recent, from 1993, is Groundhog Day. Double Indemnity, Vertigo, Sunset Boulevard, all fine. But Groundhog Day?
What the hell?!?
I have never, ever understood people’s obsession with this movie. And, while lists like that are totally subjective, I can’t imagine anyone thinking it’s better than, say, Short Cuts or Pulp Fiction or Welcome to the Dollhouse or Fargo or Flirting With Disaster or Boogie Nights or Happiness or Magnolia or Three Kings. Never mind anything from this millennium, like Punch-Drunk Love or Chicago or There Will Be Blood or Michael Clayton. Or probably hundreds of others I haven’t thought of yet. Shrek. Tape. The Virgin Suicides. Down With Love. The Devil Wears Prada. Hell, I don’t know.
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