The Reader. I admire Meryl Streep, but I like Kate Winslet. Winslet is Streep’s equal as an actress, and she doesn’t spend much screen time reminding us of how hard she’s working. She’s the best thing about The Reader, which kept my attention with its “shocking” revelations, but which doesn’t seem like much after the fact. 6/10. Here’s a clip that shows Winslet was thinking ahead when she decided to make this movie.
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. His last great movie. There, I said it. For me, he only made two great ones, this and Paths of Glory. Everything that came afterwards had something of interest, but fell short, which isn’t a crime, but he’s honored as one of the cinema’s great talents, and I just don’t see it. I’m more in agreement with Andrew Sarris (“His faults have been rationalized as virtues.”). #39 on the They Shoot Pictures, Don’t They list of the top 1000 films of all time. The same web site lists Kubrick as the fifth-best director of all time, one spot ahead of Jean Renoir, which is silly. 10/10.