Let’s start at the top and move our way towards the more unsavory of my favorites.
Okay, you remember when Demi was … well, Demi? This is a great scene in my book.
Heather Ledger, god rest his soul, is one of my very favorite actors. And this was his best performance IMO.
The English Patient. Of Course.
Then there’s Pretty Woman. I realize this film is horribly out of date in terms of how it deals with the sex trade. But despite that weakness I still have a certain fondness for it.
























I don’t have a top five, but I really like the scene in “Avatar” when Neytiri stands over Jake while he’s unconscious and pauses to hiss at Colonel Quadritch’s corpse before saving Jake’s life.
I really liked that. I would do that.
I’d do that too.
Okay, so, Ingrid Bergman’s character – an unstable, indecisive waif who needs her ex to give her a moral compass. Demi Moore – who’s part could only aspire to be a waif, and couldn’t even be called a character, she just cries…oh and makes a pot. Julianne Binnoche – a nurse, who could not have a nurse on the list, and Julia Roberts, a prostitute, so the virgin/whore quotient is fulfilled via a couple of ludicrous Harlequin scenarios. You do like them pretty and breakable that’s for sure. But Brokeback Mountain, the pièce de résistance. The most regressive stereo-typical movie about homosexuality I can think of in the last 2 decades – doomed forbidden love giving comfort to every homophobe’s idea of righteous karmic punishment – and yet fulfils the would-be metrosexual delusion of inclusivity. Bravo. My husband will have a good laugh at this and we’ll settle down and watch 2001: A Space Odyssey and Dark Star. Valentines is a crock to sell chocolates, cards, flowers, and movies so we can try to forget how crap we’ve been to each other the rest of the year. Kissy Kissy.