(With the understanding that someone might be interested in reading my annual roundup on movies and not the equivalent music piece — or vice versa — and lacking the desire to reiterate what I said last time: If you want to know my thoughts on the state of the world and the state of myself and the state of this website, you can read the essay that opened my musical retrospective here. It still covers just about everything I’m capable of saying right now. Otherwise, please enjoy this year’s Top 20 Movies!)
I’m not wild about 2024 as a year in movies. Yeah, I ultimately filled this list with a handful of contenders to spare, but…I don’t know. I got there in part by cheating, at least by my standards; there are two entries with runtimes so short I’m not sure I’d have qualified them as feature length in a year when I was less desperate for films I’d actually be excited to write about. And even with that rule broken, you have to get a couple entries deep before you start finding movies I’m confident would have made the cut last year.
Part of the problem is that 2024 played as something of a reverse 2023 — it got off to an extremely strong start, then just flatlined for the rest of the year. The top four entries on this list had all been released by April, and that’s quite a high to come down from.
Still, the top tier of this year’s list is pretty, well, top tier. And considering how recently I was sincerely concerned 2024 would not have enough great movies to comfortably fill twenty slots, the fact that I ended up with as much overflow as I did — even if I don’t feel compelled to include any of it as an honorable mention — comes as some relief. There will never be a year with no great movies — and if 2024 could pull it off, there will probably never be a year where this list is a challenge. This isn’t my favorite column since I started doing this — though, for what it’s worth, it also isn’t my least favorite — but in the end I’m content with it.
Let us begin!

20. Evil Does Not Exist
Evil Does Not Exist is the kind of Top 20 entry that’s really only one fatal flaw away from being a Top 10 entry. There’s part of me that even thinks it might be better than the much more culturally impactful Drive My Car — or that most of it is, anyway. It’s typically beautiful work from Ryûsuke Hamaguchi, and if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: I make my living as a small-town journalist, I love me a good public meeting, inject your movie about municipal water systems directly into my veins. But what really stands out to me is how skillfully paced it is — slow and deliberate, to be sure, but in this way that allows it to complete every thought before moving on. Hamaguchi establishes a sort of chilly remove that accentuates its depiction of mundane worldly cruelties and provide and stages its surprising sense of humor with appropriate awkwardness. Like I said, it’s the sort of movie that normally would comfortably slot itself in the Top 10 or Top 5 — but for my feeling that it nowhere near sticks the landing, and in fact fails to earn it by such a significant distance that it can cast the faintest pallor over the film preceding it. Not much of one, though — Evil Does Not Exist is extraordinary until it isn’t, and it isn’t only for a short time. I continue to watch Hamaguchi’s career with interest.

19. Look Back
The year’s best cry-like-an-idiot movie. This is one of two entries I feel like I might have disqualified in a year where I found my also-rans more compelling — at only fifty minutes, it’s shorter than a lot of TV shows these days. But the Academy counts that as feature length, so whatever — this year, it’s good enough for me. Look Back is absolute emotional dynamite for weird artsy types who have a difficult, anxious relationship with their work — which is to say me, it’s emotional dynamite for me specifically. It’s also emotional dynamite for people with a tendency to fixate on what-ifs and might-have-beens and who struggle with the transience and impermanence of things, which is to say that, really, this kind of became overkill for me past a certain point. Charming, low-key, and delightful until it’s crushing, then swings from hope to despair and back again until it’s put you the whole way through the wringer. Beautiful, sad, affirming, great.

18. Conclave
Conclave is the kind of movie that reminds me why I frame these lists as “favorites,” not “bests.” Obviously, who am I to decide my own subjective emotional responses ought to be representative of some larger object standard? But it’s more than that, it’s the fact that even my own personal sense of what’s good or bad or better or worse get tangled up in the complexity of telling a story. I can easily think of ways Conclave could have been technically better cinema. And all of those things would have made me like it less. I worry in my discussions over the last several months I’ve overemphasized Conclave as an ironic pleasure; let me be clear now that it truly isn’t. This is a well-made film, it looks great, the cast is phenomenal, it somehow makes behind-the-scenes Vatican politicking the most fascinating thing in the world. It’s super melodramatic and intense, but I have a weakness for that kind of thing. It’s just that when it goes wrong, it goes really wrong — but also swings for the fences so hard that you have to admire it. This would be a “better” movie if it ended twenty minutes earlier, on that final moment of ambiguity — instead of suddenly ratcheting everything up to eleven and piling on twist after twist after twist. But I had a big, stupid smile on my face through the whole ending the first time I watched it, relishing each earth-shattering revelation, doing a spit-take the moment I realized what the final turn was going to be. For me, it’s The Dark Knight Rises of pope movies: great when it’s good and a masterpiece when it isn’t. Loved it.

17. Rap World
The other entry I thought about disqualifying, and it’s even more tempting in this case, not only because it runs a mere fifty minutes but because it’s literally a really long YouTube video and even I have trouble muscling past the stigma associated with that. But Rap World is just too…undeniable. It occupied my thoughts far too long after I watched it to be discarded solely on account of its medium. There really is a level of stupidity that a movie cannot achieve without the people making it secretly being actual geniuses, and I’m struggling to think of anything that better demonstrates what I mean by that than Rap World. It doesn’t just deliver on the jokes — though let me be clear that it is hilarious, and somehow only gets funnier as it goes — it perfectly replicates the experience of hanging out with the stupidest guys you knew in the year 2009. Every inch of every frame reflects an unwavering commitment to the bit — the camera as much the medium as it is an actor portraying a character in the story, every dialogue exchange feeling loose and improvisational despite the fact that it would have to be extremely purposeful in order to convey the necessary information and set up the jokes for the editing room, the cultural references and overall mood having to line up with a historical period that happened too recently to be easily signaled visually. It can only exist as a function of an extraordinary amount of thought going into it. It truly is Moron Citizen Kane. Funny when it’s funny and hilarious when it’s kind of sad.

16. Nickel Boys
You know, I always complain about how late I am with these because of how long it can take certain films to screen near me (if they do at all). And yet, I sometimes feel like the extra three or four months I get to do these still isn’t enough. I don’t know how I’d handle throwing a list together at the tail end of December having only seen everything one time and some films only a handful of days prior. Nickel Boys feels like it’s occupying a placeholder slot here. I had no idea where to put it. Because it’s clearly extraordinary, but I’ve also never seen anything like it and I know I didn’t completely get my head around it on the first viewing. I could see repeat viewings moving it to pretty much any position here. The craftsmanship is incomprehensible, how its cinematography can be so beautiful while also being one hundred percent subjective, anchored in the direct point of view of its characters. And it maintains that delicate state without ever breaking kayfabe — it actually feels like you’re looking through a human being’s eyes, it has that fidgety distraction that comes with reacting to changes in your environment, and yet it’s all so deliberately stitched together and graceful. And that’s just the surface, not the rich core of theme and feeling I still don’t completely have in hand. Just an impossible thing, a miracle of a movie.

15. Anora
Another year, another Sean Baker movie that I feel like you guys like way more than I do, and honestly, I’m not even sure Anora is my favorite of his; it lacks that Sean Baker-y texture of everyday oddity that drives the rest of his work. But for the purposes of a list like this, that says a lot more about where you guys are than I am, because Anora is still one of the best — for lack of a better descriptor — “four-quadrant” movies of the year. You know, the sort of movie that’s accessible on a hundred different levels, whether you’re in it for the jokes or the feelings. I like the smallness of its scope, and the inherent hilariousness of its concept. And the performances are across-the-board stellar; I’m actually completely fine with that upset Mikey Madison Best Actress win (and probably would’ve voted for Yura Borisov too, were I a member of the Academy). Weird, layered, doesn’t always take things where you think it’s going to. Good fun.

14. Rebel Ridge
I would like for Netflix to die in the hottest fire it can find for completely burying this. There is absolutely no reason why Rebel Ridge shouldn’t be a monster hit, much less nearly forgotten only a handful of months after its release. Well, if there’s only one person left beating the drum, let it be me — Rebel Ridge is one hell of a bone-crunching thriller (that’s also weirdly humane at the end of the day?). It’s the modern world’s answer to First Blood. It slides gracefully from slow-burn indie intensity to detective procedural and finally to pulse-pounding actioner, never misses a beat. The civil asset forfeiture revenge thriller: just what the doctor ordered.

13. Hit Man
While we’re on the subject of “burn in hell, Netflix,” here’s the other great movie they casually dropped halfway through the year and then pretended never existed. Hit Man is the first Richard Linklater movie I’ve loved since 2016’s Everybody Wants Some!! and possibly his best “fun one” since as far back as School of Rock (depending on how you define “fun one,” anyway). It has a lot of his staples, chiefly its low-key tone and its talky but not overly self-serious philosophical dimensions. But it’s also kind of a departure for him in that it replaces his aching sincerity with biting, red-hot irony. What if you therapy speak’d yourself into becoming a sociopath? What if the best version of yourself is actually kind of terrible? Cheeky, kind of slimy, deliberately leans into its guilty pleasure elements. Super watchable, and also kind of quietly unprecedented.

12. Nosferatu
I’m picking up a vibe like people are starting to get a little sick of Robert Eggers. Not me, though. It’s weird, because I have a long history of being a “story over aesthetics” guy when a movie forces me to make that choice, but Eggers is just such a generational talent behind the camera. He’s one of the best technical craftsmen working, and at this point probably a candidate for the all-time list. He’s going to have to turn in a script that’s actively bad even to get me to drop below my customary four stars, much less to turn me against him. And Nosferatu does not have a bad script! It isn’t flawless, but it’s doing some interesting things, particularly with the strange psychosexual aspects of the story; I strongly disagree with the strain of criticism accusing it of having nothing on its mind. Nosferatu has more than enough beneath the surface to support its staggering visuals. It looks and sounds phenomenal, and it’s interesting to see Eggers attack something a little more visceral — less the slow burn of The Witch and more a proper horror thriller. It’s unsettling as all hell, a horror movie that feels deeply, pervasively evil and buries itself in your gut. A filmmaker at the absolute height of his powers.

11. Hard Truths
Mike Leigh is one of those otherworldly talents to me — I simply cannot comprehend how he manages to do what he does with such consistency. I don’t understand the functions of his work, and never in a million years could I replicate them — constantly creating things that feel like new, unprecedented experiences despite being naturalistic, improvisational dramas about the lives of everyday, average people. How he can wrangle such beauty out of sets that consist largely of living rooms, how he can mine so many layers of complexity out of premises so simple they’re barely even loglines, how he can get those performances out of so many different people over so many years — seriously, I think there’s an argument to be made that no director in the history of the medium has been better with actors. Marianne Jean-Baptiste, just, my god. It’s all so familiar, the characters so much like people you know in real life, their situations so relatable, and yet it’s so complicated, so evocative, a house of cards that would collapse instantly with one wrong move and yet somehow no one ever makes one. And it’s all done with such humility; there isn’t a single moment where the film starts to feel impressed with itself. Just another day at the office. It confounds me in the best possible way.

10. The Seed of the Sacred Fig
There’s no doubt it can be hard to separate a movie like The Seed of the Sacred Fig from its circumstances — the fact that its mere existence is an act of extraordinary courage, that multiple members of the cast and crew have been arrested and/or exiled for making it. But the older I get, the more I believe that’s part and parcel of the whole thing — that movies, or any works of art, for that matter, are functions of their real-world foundations as much as what’s actually contained within them. Sometimes the medium really is the message. It’s that bravery that makes The Seed of the Sacred Fig so cutting and urgent, that gives it its vitality. Specificity, once again, is key — what ultimately exposes the universality of the human condition and what ails it. You don’t have to have lived a second of its story for its characters and their increasingly fraught relationship with one another to ring achingly familiar. Edward Albee once said, “Fiction is fact distilled into truth.” The Seed of the Sacred Fig is truth.

9. Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl
Easily the year’s most pleasant surprise. I gave up on Aardman at some point; the studio hasn’t delivered anything better than OK in a while, and its recent turn toward sequels felt like a desperate last grasp at keeping its doors open. The mediocrity of the new Chicken Run more or less sealed the deal for me. Then lo and behold! They delivered Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl, their best feature in twenty years, since its own predecessor — and there’s a small part of me that wonders if I like it even more than that one! It’s exactly what I want out of a Wallace & Gromit movie — simple but inventive, dryly funny, sometimes a riot but not so often it becomes exhausting, replete with the requisite Aardman charm, and it’s also got stronger storytelling than I’m used to even in the studio’s best features. Nothing fancy, of course, but there’s a sense of purpose and drive to it that I don’t think Aardman has tapped into since Chicken Run. It’s just a good time, the perfect family film.

8. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga
It grew on me! It’s no Fury Road, but I don’t think it matters. This is the Aliens to Fury Road’s Alien — inferior, but different enough as a movie that you stop comparing them. Alien is the best version of itself, Aliens is the best version of itself, and so it goes with Furiosa. It’s less of a slam-bang action flick, more of a sweeping epic — albeit one that’s more honed in on character, more interested in telling a story. Fury Road is fun; Furiosa is bleak. It feels the loss of the old world more profoundly than any other entry in the Mad Max franchise; there’s a weight to it, a sense of grief. Chris Hemsworth has absolutely never been better, and Anya Taylor Joy’s Charlize Theron impression is downright creepy. And through it all, you still get the great set pieces and utterly deranged characters you see these movies for. And it’s an excellent companion piece to its predecessor, the latter of which is something of a tonic for the former’s bleakness. If nothing you do matters, might as well do something right. What else are you going to do?

7. Flow
One thing I’ve found over the years is that I really, really like the idea of movies about animals — actual animals, I mean, not Disney animals with essentially human intelligence — but I struggle to get into them in practice. Even all-timers like Au Hasard Balthazar I respect more than enjoy. They’re animals! There isn’t a whole lot of texture to dig into there. It’s hard to feel anything deep and interesting. That’s why it’s significant that I loved Flow right out of the gate and it never lost me. I don’t know how fair it is to say it’s about actual animals — the concept requires it to take at least a few liberties, like that they figure out how to steer the boat. But in the ways that matter, it feels authentic. I think Flow low-key has some of the best storytelling of any movie this year, or at least the most novel — that it somehow manages to wring character arcs out of its furry cast while still having them feel like animals. It pulls off this cause-and-effect, punishment/reward angle — if I do this, I get food; if I do this, I get hurt, that sort of thing — that feels true to the way animals learn, makes its characters dynamic, and sends them on a journey that’s as much emotional as physical. I think what most stands out to me is how broadly appealing it feels, despite being a little indie movie with a lot of vision — simply because of how skillfully it executes on a ton of different levels. You’ve got cute animals, you’ve got enough concrete storytelling to engage the average audience, and there’s mystery and ambiguity to it — especially its haunted world-building — that leave it feeling like it’s hit upon something important. Truly something special.

6. Sing Sing
Another one that’s grown on me with distance and a second viewing. Sing Sing is good in all the ways you want a movie to be good, the ones that maybe aren’t as fun to write about, but where it goes the extra mile, I think, is how unified it feels in its purpose. How seemingly everyone involved knew what was unique to the story they were telling, what made it special, what made it interesting, and worked to bring that out — not only in writing and filmmaking and performance but in the reality of the production itself. It’s only kind of the real-life John Whitfield’s story, and it’s only kind of a true story in the first place. Really, by drawing the film from his account, then threading in the details of other men he knew over the course of his incarceration, then casting actual former inmates in those roles and letting them incorporate some of their own autobiographies into the story, they created something that’s a perfect approximation of its own subject. It’s theater — the ultimate collaborative art form. And Sing Sing is a very collaborative-feeling movie, a lot of different people bringing their own truth to the experience. So you get this balanced, nuanced movie, as much a hangout flick as a propulsive narrative, and it walks the line gracefully. Never feels thin, never feels overstuffed, there’s always some new layer being peeled back, and sometimes it’s surprising what you find underneath. Despite its heavy subject matter, it’s warm, uplifting, and full of love, and it earns every second.

5. The Brutalist
I’ve said before that if The Brutalist is not quite the best movie of 2024, it’s easily the most American. An immigrant population crawling out of the ashes of generational trauma, while the world continues spinning apathetically around them, funneled into the blood and sweat of the capitalist grind, expected to pick up and carry on somehow. A big world run by even bigger whims, a people with little recourse against them but to live and die by their whims. Even after obtaining prestige and a certain indispensability, it only affords the opportunity to stand silently and watch as self-made wealthy megalomaniacs pass the torch to their failsons who are no less evil than them but lack even the mad vision to build something that lasts; they know and care nothing of the world beyond spreadsheets and the numbers that go up and down on them. And in the end, what you leave behind is bigger than you; what it inspires is out of your hands. Art, commerce, ego. A staggering, ambitious epic that’s all the more impressive for how it stands perpetually on the razor’s edge of collapse without ever tipping in.

4. Hundreds of Beavers
I swear I am just hemorrhaging brain cells, man. Every year I’m alive on this Earth I become measurably stupider. I go through different artistic phases from time to time, where a specific type of thing fascinates me and I get way too into it. Right now, that thing is what I can only describe as “the artfully stupid.” Get me artists at the absolute height of their powers who are devoting all of that talent and perfectionism to the most moronic ideas that ever slithered across their diseased brains. Go to film school, then pool all of your resources into bringing that big Drunk Idea to life. Anyway, if there was a Wikipedia page for “the artfully stupid,” I’d have to insist on the poster for Hundreds of Beavers being at the very top. It has codified the entire concept. Sincerely well designed, possibly the best edited movie of the entire year, lovingly hand-crafted, and you will feel entire sections of your brain sloughing off while you watch it. This isn’t a movie you experience; it’s a movie you lose a fight with. I can identify the exact moment where my dumbfounded silence lapsed into complete hysteria and then never stopped. We’ve done it, ladies and gentlemen. The pinnacle of human achievement. The stupidest movie ever made. I laughed until I was sick. I loved every second of it. I made it my entire personality last year and I do not regret it.

3. I Saw the TV Glow
I have never seen anything like I Saw the TV Glow. That’s pretty much the long and short of it. It’s a rare thing, a movie that feels like it’s discovered some whole new way of communicating, like it’s expanded the known boundaries of what cinema can do. And somehow, it does that despite wearing its influences very explicitly on its sleeve — part of me thinks Jane Schoenbrun has been a little too forthcoming about their influences on the interview circuit, and yet it hasn’t made a dent in the overall novelty of the experience. I Saw the TV Glow keeps its literal and metaphorical elements in perfect balance, sliding from the more traditionally narrative to the downright Lynchian without ever losing you, cheating your emotional investment, or shedding the core of what it is. It always feels of a piece with itself. It achieves thematic clarity on the level of the preachiest morality play you’ve seen, without ever putting its actual subject into the literal text of the story. It’s evocative, it defies genre, it borrows chintzy ‘90s YA visuals and somehow transforms them striking and gorgeous. Blank check for Schoenbrun; I’m there for whatever comes next.

2. Dune: Part 2
I am as God made me, folks. It’s like I said when I put Part 1 in that year’s Top 20: I love science fiction nonsense, I love big worms and laser guns and spaceships, and when you hand those things to a director who knows how to shoot them so that they are not gray, warmed-over filth, I’m a cat chasing a laser pointer. You’ve got me; I’m putty in your hands. Anyway, I still have a handful of minor reservations about Part 1, but those do not recur in Part 2 — it’s the better movie in every conceivable way; it even brought me around on some of the things I didn’t care for the first time around (chiefly that loud loud LOUD score, which now feels like the purest reflection of the duology’s “sinners in the hand of an angry god” ethos). Being alive in a time of prophecy would be as invigorating as it would be terrifying, and that’s the key to how Dune: Part 2 manages to be a rousing epic and a feel-bad indictment of religion and power at the same time. It’s some truly extraordinary big-screen spectacle. Bring on Dune: Messiah, bring on the other sequels, let’s get to the weird stuff, let’s upset some people, let’s set Warner Bros’ money on fire, we’re doing this.
And drumroll…

- Challengers
Alternative title: The Most Damning Indictment of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences This Side of Crash! I’m definitely not sore about this, not even a little bit. The kind of movie that makes me want to put on a bad Humphrey Bogart voice and declare “What a picture!” Challengers has reliably gotten better every single time I’ve watched it. With full respect to Call Me By Your Name’s following — it’s a great film, and I have no quarrel with it — this is the best work of Luca Guadagnino’s career, and to be completely honest, I don’t consider it close. Challengers is just plain a movie, man, a good, old-fashioned movie, with electric direction and razor-sharp writing and real, actual movie-star performances from real, actual movie stars. It’s smart and trusts its audience; it’s entertainment made by and for adults. There’s already a part of me that thinks it might be the best sports movie of all time, one that actually manages to synchronize what’s happening on the court with what’s happening off of it. There’s no moment here where a character just Digs Deep; it’s all fully motivated. And somehow it pulls off that feat while navigating as many as three or four simultaneous timelines without confusing its audience or losing its freight-train momentum; every new piece of information is deployed at the exact perfect time. There was a moment in the climax that almost made me leap out of my seat when I realized what was going on. This, right here, is how it’s done, kids. A master class.

































































































































