Yes, I do know it's the end of March. (Yes, I also know it's been a long time since I updated at all.) I could make excuses
—mostly bad ones, I'm afraid
—or I could get on with it. In a real out of character moment, I now opt for the latter.
These are the hundred films I watched
in from 2013. Each is followed by my further thoughts, in the case of films I have reviewed
—all linked, for your convenience
—or, in the case of films which I saw but shamefully failed to formally review, they are followed by slightly longer capsule reviews. For surprise's sake, and to shorten this post at least a little, I have redacted the names of my favorite ten of 2013, as well as their inverse, the worst ten movies to be shat out upon on unwitting world last year. They will all be revealed in the coming hours in separate posts of their own. To keep you guessing, and in part out of my delusion that you care, I have however left their grades unhidden.
Whatever! On with what turned out to be a largely mediocre show. To paraphrase David Byrne, isn't it the same as it ever was?
(What's that, dear heart? Oh, yes, it's a bit long
—it is eighty fucking movies' worth.)