he American Film Institute kept it strictly home grown for its list of top ten films of 2012.
Top 10 films:
BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD
THE DARK KNIGHT RISES
LIFE OF PI
SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
ZERO DARK THIRTY
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Invitations were sent out to 176 artists and executives for membership of The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Those who accept will join almost 6000 industry members who get to vote in the annual Academy Awards in Hollywood.
Membership is not limited to actors and directors but covers industry writers, publicists, editors, cinematographers, documentary filmmakers, music and sound professionals.
Actor invites include:
Michelle Yeoh – “The Lady,” “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”
Andy Serkis – “The Prestige,” “The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King”
Melissa McCarthy – “Bridesmaids,” “The Back-Up Plan”
Matthew McConaughey – “The Lincoln Lawyer,” “A Time to Kill”
Diego Luna – “Milk,” “Y Tu Mamá También”
Sean Bean – “Flightplan,” “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring”
Jean Dujardin – “Les infidèls, “The Artist”
Richard E. Grant – “The Iron Lady,” “Withnail & I”
Lili Taylor – “Being Flynn,” “High Fidelity”
I get tired of reading paternal journalism coining films about feminine stories; with women, about women, by women, as “chick flicks.” They are always dismissed as “chick flicks” as if there was anything wrong with this genre. You’d think this media despised genre was about some small section of society instead of the 51% of the population it aims to attracts.
The term “chick flick” is so ingrained in movie journalism that female journalists, including, yours truly, have coined the term whenever a particularly bad film that just happens to be about women, hits the multiplexes. Yes, I despise the genre that insists that women must find a male mate in order to be happy, or that women must go about their lives within groups of clucking women hens where each female and generation offers some sort of feminine advice to living as a straight woman in modern times. But three out of ten of these movies (if only Hollywood made this many) offer something unique about the feminine condition. As for the other seven, well, these are as bad as the testosterone and gun toting male centered movies that are made in droves. These “dick flicks,” as I like to call them, are violent stories of male egos, hot girls, guns, and explosions. These “dick flicks” start with a gun and end with a gun. As usual, these tedious “dick flicks” are never derided by male journalists and the male centric media, so women have to put up with incredibly awful “dick flicks” and the continued put downs and insults for every intelligent and real story that addresses the female condition.
“Dick flicks.” Despise them.