Best movies 2017 film comment6/26/2023 ![]() Or being an unwitting contestant in a reality show hosted by you-know-who-there’s only one reality show host left standing, it seems, and we’re all stuck inside his awful, boring, increasingly scary but impossible-to-turn-off show. Living through 2017, as we all kept saying and got sick of hearing ourselves saying but couldn’t stop saying because it was so true, was like being trapped in a bad movie. It made my thinking foggy, so I hope I can be forgiven over the course of this week if I at some point mix up the titles of Logan, Lucky, Logan Lucky, Wonder, Wonder Wheel, Wonder Woman, or Wonderstruck, all of which came out in this unlucky, Alice-in-Wonderland year. Speaking for myself, I can say that the reality of 2017 made itself felt at the most mitochondrial level: Being alive this year made my bones ache at all the places they’d ever been broken, and a few they hadn’t. No metaphor comes to mind to encapsulate the last year, in part because none of us has experienced anything like it before-unless one of the three of you, unbeknownst to me, has previously experienced living day-to-day in a democracy in free fall. Little did I know that in comparison to the ambient mood in the last days of 2017, that memory would come to seem like chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Last year, at the beginning of the 2016 Movie Club, I made some wisecrack (aka a barely disguised cry for help) about how, rather than a gathering around a festive holiday table for sparkling conversation, that year’s encounter more closely resembled a group of apocalypse survivors rubbing their hands together for warmth over a fire in an oil drum.
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