Best of the 2000’s: Epilogue

The Best of the Rest: Honorable Mentions for the 2000’s

For every beginning, there must be an end. Sadly, our joint venture has come to its waning days, but the experience has been invigorating and therapeutic. So we have a decade nearly in the books, ten personal favorites revealed, and plenty of great Cinema to spare.

As previously stated in the Prologue, a rash of other masterful films deserve mention as best of the 2000’s, and I’d like to consider each in short bursts. I’ve ranked them 11-20 but in truth, they are interchangeable on any given day. To be followed by my Top 10 performances of the decade. Continue reading

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Redbelt (Mamet, 2008)

Peel away the pseudo-complex layers of David Mamet’s Brazilian Jujitsu film Redbelt and you’ll find the vitality of honor standing righteously alone. A similar warrior code defines Mamet’s previous film Spartan, but the professional world of Redbelt isn’t nearly as cutthroat as that masterpiece’s, at least in terms of mortal combat. The latest Mamet is more of a slow burn, a simmering deconstruction of trust within a sacred martial art that could represent a compromise of ethics on multiple fronts. Surprisingly, Mamet has fashioned an incomplete and simple glance at his own cinematic jockeying, never tying up the many loose ends his manipulating characters hang themselves with.

Mike Terry (Chiwetel Ejiofor), a respected Jujitsu teacher who has never entered the ring of professional competition, is Mamet’s consummate stoic. Mike owns a disciplined but economically failing self-defense studio with his wife Alice (Alice Braga). Their relationship feels temporary from the opening scene, as if their needs and expectations had somehow chosen to ignore each other before marrying. This distant coupling filters down to the rest of the film’s many open-ended characters. Faced with desperate monetary problems, Mike begins to dissolve his sense of tradition little by little, getting lured in by a Hollywood action star (Tim Allen), his producer (Joe Mantenga), and a dirty fight promoter (Ricky Jay).

With Spartan and now Redbelt, Mamet’s legendary magic tricks of plot and dialogue have taken a back seat to a more restrained and menacing outlook on human interactions. Silence comes to represent strength, while those who talk the most pose the greatest threat. But Redbelt never delivers the same gut-punch as Spartan, not thematically or politically. This might have to do with the narrative scope of each film. Where Spartan addresses the devastating international reach of American political greed and corruption, Redbelt takes aim at the bastardizing of sport through mass media and how the so called “Masters” get left in the dust after being drained dry by the latest televised fight or cable interview. Still, Mamet’s growing visual maturity has only heightened the sanctity of his rhythmic words, whether it’s those stated outright in a fog of uncertainty or the ones displayed silently through brutal physical action. Redbelt is a fine example of this exciting dynamic.

Spartan (Mamet, 2004)

The haunting coldness of a Michael Mann picture inspires and defines much of Spartan and its host of professionals. David Mamet’s political powder keg of a thriller reverberates Mann’s sense of space and pacing, where deadly men and women work seamlessly within a dangerous and inclusive world, inevitably pushed to the brink by a realization of false ideologies. But Spartan also displays Mamet’s own brilliant interpretation of language, which is often incomplete, stirring, and forcefully blunt. His characters, led by Val Kilmer’s special operations “fixer” and Derek Luke’s young recruit, speak a foreign tongue of in-phrases and codes, taking English to an alien level. And Mamet doesn’t give us the subtitles.

Spartan has mesmerizing dialogue scenes complimented by surprising bursts of perfectly staged violence, moments which cut deep through the characters’ sense of purpose and loyalty. The betrayal which lies at the heart of Spartan speaks to an overarching distrust American’s feel for political authority and accountability. And Mamet lays on a thick layer of deceit for his hero’s to overcome, forcing Kilmer and company to re-imagine their views of the country which gave them birth, Spartan’s without a home.

In the end, Spartan shows the grave misgivings of a country consumed by untruths, both small and great. In Mamet’s eyes, they all add up to the same sort of treasonous point of view which has become the status quo for many figures of power. Even bringing “the girl home” doesn’t solve the corruption of our government. It only complicates the idea of home even more.