25 Post-Gump Greats

The world finally noticed Quentin Tarantino, as he simultaneously redefined the word "cool"

Woah, come again?

I hate to tell you this, but I am Kaiser Soeze.

Subtitles would have helped, but it was powerful none the less. Now I won't even get a flu shot.

Edward Norton proved himself as a truly great actor in this tale of family and hate.

The Dude abides.

Hunter S. Thompson would have otherwise been doomed to obscurity for everyone born after 1975.

Bloody brilliant!

Lola could take the Energizer Bunny any day.

The start of the real independent film movement.

I usually can call a surprise ending half way through at the latest, but I never saw this one coming. The worst part though, is that when I watched the special feature that points out all the clues throughout the movie, I felt true shame. If you claim you knew it before they revealed it, you are a filthy liar.

The first rule of Fight Club is...

This was the official start of the 21st century. All of our greatest post post-modern fears realized. No, I'm not talking about the acting of Keanu Reaves. He does OK when his role is essentially "I don't get it." This movie is like a recipe that instructs you to throw everything you think you know about reality, technology and perception into a blender and set it to puree for two hours.

Love IS a bitch!

Being the diligent little film student, I spent hours reediting this movie into chronological order, only to have them release a DVD with that as a special feature two weeks after I finished.

Just as my generation's collective memory of everything we learned in D.A.R.E. had faded, and many began to take a casual approach to recreational drug use, Aronofsky slapped us upside our collective head with an image of the darkest depths to which such deviance could drag us.

First great film of the millennium.

Nothing from my 8th grade English class reading list ever looked so good... well, I always thought Jane Eyre might be kind of sexy...

Upon first viewing it is barely tolerable and downright stupid.
The second time it is bearable.
The third time it is funny.
The fourth was hysterical.
The fifth time, I peed myself a little.
And it gets funnier every damn time.

The return of the immortal zombie genre. I mean that the genre is immortal, not the zombies. You usually just have to cut their heads off or something.

Who's a racist? Not me! You either? OK, good.

No, this isn't the creepy Cronenberg of the same name, memorable only for the guy humping the gaping flesh wound. It's a jumble of intersecting stories about prejudice and human nature that will make you stop and think about how you think. It's really thinky.

Finally someone in Hollywood caught on to the genocide happening in Rwanda and then had the sense to present it to American audiences with spectacular writing, directing, acting, editing and camera work.