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Can’t Beat the Real Thing

Thoughts on the ending of Mad Men

I finally finished Man Men last night. It’s been a long time putting it off, but quarantines will do this to you. This post is going to be written in a fast and loose style, and will not be about theories about the ending. Rather, I’m going to focus on my reaction to the ending and where it took my thoughts.

It is a show that ended almost five years ago, but you know, spoilers ahead.

Ideas get jumbled. This is always a by-product of having thoughts and being human. We also focus a lot of attention on ourselves. So it’s no wonder that we imagine better versions of ourselves than exist in reality. We bend events in our heads so that we are right and they are wrong, that nothing could have happened any other way and we ought to be absolved of our sins. This is most clearly elucidated by Akira Kurosawa in his landmark film Rashomon.

Human beings are unable to be honest with themselves about themselves. They cannot talk about themselves without embellishing… Egoism is a sin the human being carries with him from birth; it is the most difficult to redeem.

Akira Kurosawa, Something Like an Autobiography, pg. 183

But this self-aggrandizing attitude is also true in it’s corollary form: self effacement. We imagine that the bad things that happened to us were our fault and out fault alone, that we are victims of past circumstances, that we are irredeemable, lacking, and unworthy of love and connection.

Don Draper is a character who has embodied both of these characteristics to the utmost. He is a slovenly drunk who self-medicates in the worst ways possible, and then yells at the people he is closest to in life (usually the women) and berates them for not living up to his standards.

But he also breaks down in his quieter moments, trapped in doubt and self-pity when he is unable to confront the traumas of his past. He was a child bereft of parental figures, whose first real mother-figure molested him while nursing him back to health. In the early seasons of the show, he makes Betty go to therapy while he does not dare subject himself to the same kind of introspective examination.

I knew essentially what the ending of Mad Men was years ago, before I even started watching it in earnest – my mother told me about it. And my mom is not a person who watches a lot of shows, let alone prestige television. Her latest rave is Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, an Australian crime drama period piece with “really great hats.” So I was intrigued when she couldn’t stop herself from explaining to me what she got out of the ending of Mad Men. The famous Coca-Cola “Hilltop” commercial was, in my mother’s words, one of the most powerful ads on television in its day. She remembered it being everywhere, and everyone talking about it. This was also noteworthy because my mom was rarely, if ever, an avid television watcher in her twenties. This commercial captured something so powerful about an entire generation coming out of the sixties.

I never looked it up at the time, but my context for the Hilltop Ad was the “remix” that Coke made in the 90’s. It featured all the people from around the world, now 20 years older, gathering on the same hilltop, with children running into the open arms of their parents… while enjoying a fresh glass of sugar-water. I remember it because the song was catchy, and the slogan stuck with me: “Can’t Beat the Real Thing.”

Only that wasn’t the slogan. The slogan in the 90’s commercial was “Can’t Beat the Feeling.” The slogan for the 70’s commercial was “It’s the Real Thing.” It’s the Real Thing vs. Can’t Beat the Feeling. These slogans jumbled together in my mind. And it gives me goosebumps, imagining it the way it was in my head, with the melody jingle playing underneath it. The urge to re-imagine things better than they were is ever-present.

These slogans, even the imagined ones, are a way of Coca-Cola rooting for itself against its competition. But it’s also a truth of life. You can’t beat the real thing, because people have an instinct and recognize what is false, eventually.

This is Don’s search. He’s an Ad man. He has lived his life in the pursuit of gaining strangers’ acceptance and validation. But strangers can eventually become friends, even family. And the more you get to know people, the less strange and mysterious they become. The more they can disappoint you with the reality of their humanity. And if you are forced to look inward, the more you may find yourself lacking in contrast to your own self-image. This is why he always creates ads showing off the ideal American life, full of pleasure and promise.

Try as he might to outrun it, Don can’t escape his own pained yearning for the Truth, with a capitol T. Although he runs from it, he can’t help but look inside. He needs to know, as a young hippie says in an earlier episode, “if anyone loves him.”

In the final moments of the last episode, Don has finally taken a chance to be introspective. Amongst strangers, he finds solace. Silent in the crowd, he looks into himself and sees what he really wants. He wants connection, validation and love without needing to look over his own shoulders. And what does he do with it? He makes a piece of art. He makes an ad. One that doesn’t recreate the old tropes of what an ideal American life was, but what a new world of connection between the whole world could be. A world as we all secretly want it to be.

And that’s what Mad Men captures so brilliantly. The search, and acquisition, of truly understanding yourself, with all your inadequacies, battle scars, sins and imperfections. The search is bitter, but the reward is sweet. Because when you can finally see yourself, you can finally see the world as it is. That’s true. That’s real.

And you can’t beat the real thing.©

The Fortune Teller

Fade in on a small hole-in-the-wall shop. “Fortune Teller, Futures Fortold” reads the sandwich board sign propped up outside the door.

A young man walks in, eager but apprehensive. The fortune teller’s dialogue is in italics while the young man’s is in plain text.


The fortune teller makes her way out from behind a curtain made of beads. She wears a flowing gown and her long wispy hair is done up inside a tall kerchief.

Welcome! Fortunes fortold! I am Madamme Mildred, Mystical Mistress of the Unknown! What are you here for, sweetie?

I’d like to know my future.

Ah good. Please, sit down, right here.

The young man sits around the small table in the center of the room.

So, how does this work? Do we peer into a crystal ball? Do you read my palms? Is there a deck of tarot cards I should shuffle?

Let’s just start with a few questions. What does the future hold?

Really? That’s what I’m here to ask you… what kind of a fortune teller are you?

Trust me, my boy. First, the questions. What do you dream of? What is it you’ve always been chasing?

Well, I’ve been hung up on one dream for so long… to be a film director. To make a movie. Even to be among the fleas of that pile would be a huge honor.

And after that?

To make a great movie. One that people will remember.

Splendid! We need more great film-makers out there. Did you see Jojo Rabbit?

Um, no, I didn’t get a chance yet.

My stars, it was so good! Taika Waititi is a genius. Although I could have seen him leaning a little bit less on the “dirty Jew” thing over and over. It’s a little bit like Tarantino using the N-word in The Hateful Eight, you know?

Uh… yeah.

So what comes next? A franchise?

I don’t know about that. That used to be the dream… make the next “Star Wars,” you know. But I’m not sure that’s where I’m headed.

And where are you headed?

I guess I’d never thought about it before. *Silence* I’d want to be known as someone who devoted their life to something beyond themselves. To telling a good story.

An Andy Dufresne of Cinema .

…You’re quit the cinephile for being a street-corner fortune teller.

But movies are dying. At least, in the theater. It’s a risky proposition, cinema. Where’s the sense in it?

If I love it, shouldn’t I pursue it? Shouldn’t I always be striving to make my passion my work?

You can, but you’d better be smart about it. The world is cruel and full of possibilities. Failure is always a fifty/fifty chance.


What would you do… even if it was possible you could fail?

I want to… uncover meaning for people in a way that lasts through the generations. It’s like… we’re always assigning meaning to things. Or maybe things always had meaning and we convinced ourselves otherwise. There’s something deeper at stake, and it doesn’t have anything to do with a movie camera or a projector.

What is it then?

It’s that… sensation that the world is unzipping. Just for you, for a moment. And underneath it you can see the underlying structure, the hidden connections between everything. Everything that was hidden from your naked eyes.

That sounds like what a good storyteller’s function is. Changing yourself, to see the world. Be unafraid to elucidate the Truth.

I think… yeah, that’s what the future holds for me.

Last question… what are you doing right now to get to this future?

I… excuse me?

What are you doing now to make this future a reality?

I’m… coming in to work, doing my job. Doing the best I can.

Ah, and we’ve come to your first mistake. Your future depends on your present. The future is something to aim for… but you can’t work on the future. You can only work on what you have right in front of you.


You know what the best piece of advice was that I ever got? “Live every day one at a time, but have a plan.” My grandmother told me that. You can’t live life out on the horizon.

I suppose you’re right… well. What should I do about it?

You seem diligent, and earnest. And that isn’t always appreciated. It’s not worth it to please other people, if you can’t please yourself. All I can say is, find one small way every day to make your world better.

One small thing.

That’s it.

*Nods* I think I can do that. I have to say, this is the strangest fortune I’ve ever gotten.

Most people already know their future. They just need a helping hand to get them to remember.

Well, have a good day.

You too. And good luck.

As the young man exits, the fortune teller removes her headband.

My psychology degree is good for something at least.


On the Scene

It’s been awhile.

I don’t mean to pretend like I ever took blogging here seriously. I figured it was a way to supplement the artwork I had on this site, a place where I could write about films if I ever had ideas worth writing about. And this blog would probably die in anonymity if I had kept having my way.

But then, Coronavirus hit the United States.

Now I find myself as one more Los Angeles-based entertainment professional out of work for the next few weeks. And I’m luckier than most. I get to sit around my two-bedroom apartment that I share with my lovely, beautiful girlfriend. We have plenty of groceries, and we’re both in good health. I’ve got a little savings set aside for these kinds of extended breaks. Any work or personal projects I have can be done in the comfort of my pajamas. I can allow myself to let some of the dishes in the sink stack up for a little while, so I have something to clean when I run out of other things to do. But the mind is always looking for something to fix. Even though I’ve kept busy, my mind drifts to one or another of my problems.

Back in high school, and just after college, I had a number of blogging sites I collectively called “ek’s domain.” Unfortunately, yes, you can still find them. And yes, they are embarrassing to look back on. Back then I was consumed with an unfounded sense of patriotism, contradicted by a deep need for futile rebellion. I was consumed by my own feelings of heartbreak, remorse, and love. And as much as I can laugh from a distance at my teenage self, I was doing something important back then that I didn’t even realize. I was publicly declaring who I was, no matter how anonymous I thought I could be. Those who wanted to know me inevitably found me.

So here I am, years removed from my post-college heartache, sitting in relative comfort as an entertainment professional in sunny LA. Why this interest in a return to blogging?

Perhaps it’s because I’ve been a long-time reader, who has never found the guts to be a commenter. Rather than allowing the internet’s great (and horrible) anonymity to armor me on my path towards speaking Truth, I let Anonymity swallow me up, like a wave washing over sand on the beach, slowly letting the water shape them. Many times have I sat in awe at the intellects of Film Crit Hulk, Lindsay Ellis, Wait But Why’s Tim Urban, CGP Grey and other cultural critics on the internet, without mustering the courage to join in one the conversation.

Perhaps it’s because my failed attempts at writing fiction implore me to try harder at something else. My screenplays feel like they fall flat of proper structuring and dialogue. My short stories feel emotionless and all-too-vague. This is, of course, an overly-critical self-appraisal. But if there is one subject I can write about with clarity, it is myself.

Perhaps it’s because there have been years of journal entries left only as a breadcrumb trail for myself. Writing can be an opening to self-discovery. But my pages and pages of journaling, while fruitful and insightful, are a breadcrumb trail left only for myself.

Besides being interested in film scholarship, I have also developed a deep interest into broader cultural and psychological editorials, outside the realms of film & TV. My reading list has included Jonathon Heidt, Jordan Peterson, and Brené Brown. But all of this newfound blogging boldness can be summed up by one thinker’s directive. I stumbled upon Marie Forleo’s YouTube channel while I was supposed to be working, sinking in a mire of self-pity and resentment in a dead-end position at a job I hated. She was interviewing entrepreneur Seth Godin, and one piece of advice stuck out to me:

“Even if no one read it, I would blog every day. I think everyone should do so. And here’s the reason why: If you know that tomorrow you have to say something about something you’ve noticed, about something that might help someone else, about an idea that might stand the test of time – you will form those opinions. You will notice those things. You will invent that idea. And if, day after days, week after week, you leave behind a trail of thoughtful examination of your world, you can’t help but get better at whatever it is you seek to do.”

This also reminds me of a passage I read in Akira Kurosawa’s “Something Like an Autobiography.” When it came to his Assistant Directors learning the tricks of the film-making trade from him, he noticed:

“I am often asked why I don’t pass on to young people what I have accomplished over the years. Actually, I would like very much to do so. Ninety-nine percent of those who worked as my assistant directors have now become directors in their own right. But I don’t think any of them took the trouble to learn the most important things.”

This scathing rebuke of his colleagues sticks in my mind even more because it is the very last piece of knowledge-advice in the entire book. No one knows the name of any directors who were once Kurosawa’s assistant. I don’t want to be the kid who had everything handed to him, but never took it up.

I describe myself as an artist. I aspire to letting myself be “out there.” But I have long held myself back from speaking too forcefully; from letting my ideas, emotions and thoughts escape into the air. The fear of reciprocity and denial from the faceless “they” has terrified me for a very long time. But as scary as that can be, I believe that the consequences of bottling myself up are far more dire in the long-term.

The way I see it, the world of art and expression is a jazz club of the mind. A place where thoughts, ideas and expression should be bouncing off one another, testing each other, making music. Now that’s a scene.

And I want to be on that scene.

I want to be seen.

So please allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Evan Koehne. I’m a writer, illustrator, and film-maker. I endeavor to speak the Truth, in big and small ways. You can find me here, writing about the things I believe in, trying and testing new ideas out on myself and others. Feel free to hack back at me. Perhaps we can all get a little bit better at whatever it is we seek to do.

FilmStruck, Cultural Context, and The Absolution of the Plutocracy

On the 26th of October, the classic / indie / arthouse film screening service (and online home to the Criterion Collection) FilmStruck, to which I have been a subscriber since its creation, stopped taking new subscribers. An article in Variety posted that same day explained: “The FilmStruck business will cease U.S. and International operations on November 29th, 2018.” Gone will be the most convenient library of culturally significant films at our fingertips. I’m not just sad. Like many lovers of classic films, I’m pissed.

FilmStruck pulled together the Warner Archive of classic films, enjoyed curation from the Turner Classics archive, and was the online home of the beloved-by-cinephiles Criterion Collection. As a student of film, FilmStruck was my graduate school – pulling together collections of classic Hollywood cinema, but also taking great care to highlight unknown foreign films, films by women and people of color, and arthouse fare that broadened the horizons of cinema beyond the blockbusters of the typical theater. A tweet from “Moonlight” director Barry Jenkins highlighted the love and care brought to the film service by the people who worked on it as a labor of love: “These were flesh and blood people who really, truly cared about the work they were doing and the people who made and appreciated film.”

It’s hard not to see this move from AT&T and WarnerMedia as part of the grinding wheel of corporate greed that has been slowly swallowing us from the inside out. Although it has been gnawing away for a long time, 2018 is getting the lion’s share of the beating. The bean-counting nature of these corporations seems accurately identified in these dry statements: Warner Brothers Digital Networks said the lessons from FilmStruck would “help shape future business decisions in the direct-to-consumer space and redirect this investment back into (their) collective portfolios.” AT&T took an even more sardonic approach, saying they would be “consolidating resources from sub-scale D2C [direct-to-consumer] efforts.” FilmStruck was only around for two years before they pulled the plug.

This absolutely seems like small potatoes when compared to other problems around the world. Refugees are still seeking asylum from war-torn countries, children are still missing from their families, women’s rights are in contention everywhere. But this shut-down of FilmStruck is also a symptom of the system that puts corporate interests above the needs of citizens. Arthouse and Indie Cinema are some of the truly unique mediums we have for giving voice to the voiceless. It feels like the only voice that matters at the moment is AT&T’s.

When you talk about films, you inevitably end up talking about everything else. Some of my favorite conversations started by discussing the merits of a film just seen in the theater. These conversations would often lead to dissections of politics, psychology, and philosophy. Strangers can become close friends after a discussion like that. Discussing film, not just in formalist terms but in the wider context of what a film means, can help us examine the very nature of society. If, as Carl Sagan so aptly put it, “We are a way for the Cosmos to know itself,” then in many ways, cinema is the eye that humans have provided to reflect and procure that self-knowledge.

Films have uniquely political aims at their heart as well. Because film is incredibly powerful. It is propaganda. It can stir the soul or put it to sleep. The monopolizing rulers of our modern world know this all too well. Why else do multi-national corporations invest so voraciously in media companies? They know, from examples like “The Birth of a Nation” or “Triumph of the Will,” that the power of the moving image can form opinions, and set the masses on fire for positions that are not in their best interests… but do keep pouring money into the pockets of the wealthy. And in grabbing all forms of multimedia, the plutocrats of the world, their reign over the people assured, can mold their message to the masses: stay asleep, stay dumb, enjoy your banal entertainment, and don’t look up to see the world we have created in our image. Thus the plutocrats absolve themselves of their sins against humanity by using the age old trick of magician and cinema: distraction. Don’t forget that much of what cinema became was pioneered by Méliés, a magician whose trade was the art of distraction. It seems like we will soon be living inside an episode of “Black Mirror,” if we aren’t already.

And yet, while the moving image has the power to embolden tyranny and distract the unawakened, it also contains that same power to empathize with others and to plant the seeds of understanding. Films like “The Battle of Algiers” can tune an audience into seeing what the “other side” is struggling for. Films have played a unique role throughout their short history in exposing the harsh rule of colonialism, the brutality of racism (particularly American racism), the tyranny of fascism. At its best, film uncovers the hidden truths of the world to be examined and understood by those who may never have thought to look outside their own box. It puts our human experiences throughout the ages into a cultural context that we can glean directly from the source material. Just in the last week, because of FilmStruck, I was able to watch Cheryl Dunye’s landmark queer-cinema masterpiece “The Watermelon Woman,” Jacques Tourneur’s low-budget horror cult favorite “Cat People,” and the Classical Hollywood auteur Ernst Lubitsch’s anti-fascist comedy “To Be Or Not To Be.” Where else could I have such a varied viewing experience, and from my own home? These stories have the power to lift us up, and comprehend the truth of all humanity: We are all one, even as we are all different. That ought to be worth celebrating and preserving.

To think that a whole library of important films that celebrate that truth will not be readily accessible to the young minds who wish to become the next generation’s film-makers is an incredibly depressing thought. The money-grubbing institutions of our current society seem hellbent on securing their bottom line and maximizing profits, to the exclusion of the weird, the niche, the marginal and the fascinating. The democratization of knowledge, and it’s ease of access, is one of the incredible achievements of the 21st century. And yet it is supported on pillars of business, who at a moment’s notice can re-make the library of knowledge in their image, to suit their needs, and to take away from us the weird and wonderful from our collective experience. In that same statement mentioned earlier, WB Digital Networks refers to FilmStruck as “a largely niche service.” But just because something is niche doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be protected. To me, it seems that a multi-national corporation whose business was built on the power of cinema ought to take it on as their duty to preserve and make accessible the great troves of cinematic treasure that inform the media landscape we inhabit today.

Once FilmStruck is gone, there will still be ways to watch old movies. If you live in the Los Angeles area, I recommend you put that Los Angeles Library Card to good use. Download Kanopy, and you have access to all of the indie and classic films in the LA Library’s possession.

In the meantime, I’m going to take the shutdown of FilmStruck as an opportunity to catch up on as many movies I’ve been piling up on my watchlist as I possibly can. Wish me luck, it’s a long one.


Top 10 Movies

To start off this blog, here is a list of my Top 10 Favorite Films. In no way definitive, they are simply films I keep coming back to. This list changes over time, depending on my mood… think of it as a slice of what movies are on my mind right now.

Star Wars

#1. Star Wars

I’ll try to get through this one quickly, since I know everybody has it on their list. It has long been trite, contrived and predictable to put Star Wars on your favorite movies list. But when I was seven years old, Star Wars: A New Hope blew my mind wide open. The animated Disney movies that I watched up to that point had entertained me, but they had never elicited that question that Star Wars put into my mind: “How did they DO that?” In the course of voraciously devouring all things Star Wars, it came to my attention for the first time that films were things that were MADE by teams of people, and didn’t just appear out of thin air. It was the first time I was introduced to terms like “cinematography,” “concept artist,” and “director.” It made me learn about the Hero’s Journey, made me read Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero with a Thousand Faces,” and introduced me to the incredible pantheon of the world’s historical mythologies. It made my imagination run wild. In short, it made me realize that making movies was a thing you could do with your life, and that I desperately wanted to do that with mine. I haven’t looked back since, and for that, I will always love Star Wars.

Lawrence of Arabia

#2. Lawrence of Arabia

If Star Wars was the film that made me realize I loved and wanted to make movies, Lawrence of Arabia taught me that movies could be about parts of life I did not yet understand. More than that, Lawrence taught me that movies could actually teach you about life. That the world was full of moral quandaries, not just filled with good and evil but with degrees of both. It opened my eyes to the fact that we are often presented with questions that don’t have easy answers. That sometimes good people do very bad things. It was an incredibly formative film for me, and remains one of my favorites to this day.


#3. Mallrats

So if Star Wars made me realize you COULD make movies, and Lawrence of Arabia taught me you could make GREAT movies, Mallrats was the first movie to make me think “Hey… even I could do that!”
I don’t mean that as a dig at the film, either. It’s probably the least respected of Smith’s work (Well…. there’s always “Tusk”) But for all it’s juvenile humor, Mallrats (and all of Kevin Smith’s work) is incredibly pure-hearted. Though the jokes are often puerile, the dialogue is fast and fun, the visuals are crisp and colorful, and dern it… I just can’t help but love these characters. They are full of life, and doubts, and desires, creatures addicted to the comforts of their small town, while also yearning to break free and become something better. Everything about this movie makes me think about who I was at 16. Smith is a remarkable success story. I wanted his story to be mine.

Princess Mononoke

#4. Princess Mononoke

It’s strange the way the things that end up really affecting you in life seem to come out of nowhere. I went to go see Princess Mononoke in the theater for a friend’s birthday (this was the 1997 Miramax distributed English dub). I had seen My Neighbor Totoro and loved it, and assumed I would get something similar. How wrong I was. This movie was epic, human, mystical, environmental, loving, and beautiful. I try not to watch this movie too often, because I want to keep the experience of seeing it special. Ever time I watch it, I notice something new, and discover a new layer of the story. And yet, every time I watch it, the ending of the movie… the experience of the film as a whole… that same FEELING comes back to me, as strong as it was the first time I saw it. That’s something special. I can’t say enough about Princess Mononoke. It has informed so much of who I am and what I’ve done with my life. It just might be my favorite film of all time.

Do The Right Thing

#5. Do the Right Thing

Most movies about racism before Spike Lee dealt with it as a concept, as an obstacle to be overcome. But Lee made movies where racism was an everyday reality, something that needed to be lived with. Do the Right Thing is one of his crowning achievements. At times an exposé on life in Brooklyn, at others veering into lyrical poetry, it paints every character with compassion and humanity, even when… or especially when… they are in conflict with one another. This film is a great example of films as empathy-generators. As a young kid, I was filled with the feel-good liberal lessons that all people are equal. But I still wasn’t surrounded by many black people growing up. Do The Right Thing was the first film that opened my eyes to the fact that some people had a completely different experience from my own. And the basic dichotomy, or debate, at the center of the film, is one that Americans need to be having: how do we change the way we are, with the fist or with the heart?

The Muppet Movie

#6. The Muppet Movie

When it comes to parables about following your dreams, I can think of no better example than The Muppet Movie. Jim Henson’s, and by extension Kermit’s, insistence on making “millions of people happy” is so clear-hearted and lacking in ego that it’s almost hard to believe it’s real. But The Muppets deliver. The ethos of this film has served as the singular example of how I want to go after following my own dreams. In times where it feels like I’m losing my way and getting lost in the mire of life, I turn to the wise words that Kermit said to himself: “Well then, I guess I was wrong when I said I never promised anyone (anything)… I promised me.”

Strictly Ballroom

#7. Strictly Ballroom

Baz Luhrmann’s first film is arguably still his best. While the rest of his work has continued to get grander and louder, there’s something so charming about the big dance numbers and wild costumes being placed in the setting of a quaint regional Australian dance competition. Strictly Ballroom does what I love best in movies: it creates a world all its own, with its own strange poetic logic: where dance competitions are a live-or-die occupation, where you can start your story with documentary-style interviews and abandon the convention for hyper-theatrical flashbacks, where love can rule and fear can be overcome by dancing the Paso Doble. Strictly Ballroom taught me about the choreography of movies; not just the choreography of dance and music, but how using music, editing, and timing can create a wild syncopation unique to film.

Dead Man

#8. Dead Man

I love movies about death, and for my money, Dead Man does it best (I mean, the title alone…) I first saw Dead Man in college. It immediately floored me with Neil Young’s western-inspired, psychedelic electric-guitar soundtrack. The journey of our main character through a strange series of vignettes was like a fever dream of all the things I had been mulling over in my mind at the time. The Native guide Nobody who freely quotes William Blake, as if he were reciting adages of native wisdom, was more fuel to the hallucinatory brilliance of this film. At times slow and melodic, at times quirky and hilarious, at other transcendental, Dead Man remains a stunning parable of humankind’s journey into the greatest unknown, the land of the great beyond.

The Fifth Element

#9. The Fifth Element

I don’t care what any film snobs have to say, I love The Fifth Element. First of all, it’s a Science Fiction / Action / Comedy, otherwise known as “The Three Best Genres Put All Together.” Plus it relied heavily on make-up, puppetry and practicals, to cheesily glorious effect. But it also happened to be one of the early pioneers in Hollywood’s large-scale adoption of digital effects, which I think it incorporates masterfully.

People will knock this movie for being a rip-off of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s graphic novel series “The Incal,” which it undoubtedly borrows many story and visual cues from. But I find it more akin to the way George Lucas created Star Wars when he couldn’t get the rights to Flash Gordon, and had to create an “homage” film in it’s stead. I’ve heard others complain about the “on-the-nosedness” of the central metaphor. “Oh, the Fifth Element was LOVE all along.” But you know, people who lob this complaint are already so cynical about anything approaching sincerity that they’ll write it off merely on those grounds. I personally like obvious metaphors, especially if the characters are compelling, the jokes funny, and the scale of the metaphor so grand to border on ridiculous. Just go for it, you know? After all, if there was ever a metaphor that deserved to be blown out of proportion, who could argue with the never-ending battle between hate and love?

Oh and let’s never forget, Ruby Rhod is everything. Super green.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

#10. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

This movie is just… so cool. It’s a film noir detective story, it’s a buddy movie, it’s a screwball comedy. The amount of genres Roger Rabbit mixes and bends to make itself work is amazing. It also helps to prove a point that is salient in the animation industry: that animation is a medium, not a genre. Although the toons of Toon Town all play to type, there is evidence here that cartoons don’t have to be just funny… they can be sexy, thrilling, bad ass, and even outright terrifying.

The technological obstacles overcome to make this movie are mind-boggling (to say nothing of the masterful Hollywood politics that had to be played to get Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse to appear on screen at the same time).

And with all these technical feats to overcome, it still manages to be incredibly entertaining and inventive the whole way through. A massive amount of credit has to go to our main characters. Eddie Valient, a humorless private dick who hides his sorrow behind his drinking, paired with Roger Rabbit, a goofball with a heart of gold who desperately wants to make people laugh. Just writing that out makes me smile. What more could you ask from a movie?