I went to the movie theater 38 times in 2009, down 10 flicks over 2008. Not a terrific showing on my part, but ‘09 was a pretty lousy year all around, so there you go.

Again, most of my time was spent at the Regal Majestic (15), with Landmark’s Bethesda Row (9) ousting last year’s sentimental favorite AFI Silver (5) for second place. Even though I only saw three films at the Avalon, I continue to renew my membership, and urge you to do so as well. The theater’s new cafe adds some actual decent food to the beer and wine offerings.

I saw one film at AMC Mazza Gallerie, a theater I like, and one at the grandly named Kentlands Stadium 10 Theater and Drafthouse, a place I was not overly impressed by.

As I spend a certain amount of time in lovely Richmond, I found myself inside some of its theaters. These included the Westhampton, a delightful 1930s neighborhood cinema-turned-art house, the wretched uglyplex UA West Tower 10 (where the ceiling almost fell on my head), and a plucky newcomer, Bowtie Cinemas’ Movieland at Boulevard Square. Movieland was built in a former train factory and features a trendy beer and wine cafe — but you can’t take drinks into the theater, so what’s the point? Sadly, I didn’t get to the Byrd this year, but hope to in the next 365.

Landmark’s E Street Cinema continued to entice, but with mere one-week runs, too many movies were gone before I could get my act together. So I rented World’s Greatest Dad from a Red Box at Giant Food (not a great cinematic experience, but the flick delivered), and I’m still looking forward to Big Fan.

The year in movies ended with some good news, perhaps. The quickly-shuttered Montgomery Drafthouse has re-opened as the Montgomery Royal (pictured, above). There are no plans to continue the live comedy shows, but the cheerful fellow in the ticket booth said they hope to be around for five years (”at least”). I wish ‘em luck. (Commenters on this blog aren’t too excited.) I caught the ridiculous-yet-entertaining Sherlock Holmes there on New Year’s Day, and am glad for more moviegoing options in 2010.

Here’s the list:

• 48 Hour Film Project
• A Serious Man
• Bandslam
• The Barry Richards TV Collection (I sent the producer some audio recordings of the Boss With the Hot Sauce. He didn’t use ‘em.)
• The Box (Cameron Diaz thinks Richmond, Va., is in Alabama)
• Bright Star
• The Brothers Bloom
• Coco Before Chanel
• Duplicity
• Every Little Step
• Extract
• Funny People
• Gentlemen Broncos
• The Goods
• The Great Buck Howard
• The Hangover
• In the Loop
• The Informant
• It Might Get Loud
• It’s Complicated (Note to Nancy Meyers: There is a world beyond Beverly Hills. And that world doesn’t care about Beverly Hills.)
• Julie & Julia
• Land of the Lost
• Management
• The Men Who Stare At Goats
• Paul Blart, Mall Cop
• Pirate Radio
• The Proposal
• Public Enemies
• Soul Power
• Sunshine Cleaning
• Taking Woodstock (Hey — I had a shirt just like that!)
• Underworld: Rise of the Lycans
• Up
• Up in the Air
• Young Victoria
• Zombieland
• Two mystery movies — tickets with no info, and my memory fails…

BEST PICTURE

There are many candidates for Best Picture of the Year, Any movie with “Up” in the title, all the other quality pics I missed. But really there is no question. The greatest movie of 2009 was Gentlemen Broncos. That adults actually put this thing together is both astonishing and inspiring. Featuring not a single attractive person (by Hollywood standards), this inexplicable tale from the people who brought us Napoleon Dynamite and Nacho Libre gives us hope that insane filmmaking did not die with Ed Wood. And, unlike Ed, Jared Hess actually has talent. Bravo!

If you missed it — and it only played for a week, to pitiful attendance — do click the above link and visit the official site. Then click here for a taste the genius of Ronald Chevalier, the world’s greatest author.

Honorable Mention must go to Paul Blart: Mall Cop for Best Use of a Segway. (Kevin James is truly the Fred Astair of Personal Transportation. I honestly hope there is a sequel.) And to Ed Helms for Best Performance Without a Tooth in The Hangover. If only Dame Judi Dench or Harrison Ford could be so selfless.

Caught D.C.’s Wammiest western-and-country act, Ruthie and the Wranglers at Iota on Saturday (with the U-Liners) and shot this charming bit of holiday whimsey with my trusty Canon PowerShot A590. The club’s regular stage lights make it seem extra-festive, don’t you think?

From left-to-right in the video are Andy Rutherford (guitar), Robbie Magruder (drums), Ruthie, Greg Hardin (bass), and Bill Starks (keyboards).

It was a tight show all around. Somehow, I’d missed the fact that Andy replaced longtime Wrangler guitar-wrangler Phil Mathieu. Phil’s face was still on the band’s business cards available at the door, but Andy’s picture is on the Web site, so it must be official. I’m going to assume the split was amicable. At least until I make a phone call and get all the juicy dirt.

Oh, D.C. music scene—you fickle beast!

Tom Hanks‘ wonderful and woefully overlooked film That Thing You Do is one of my all-time favorites. Bought the VHS. Bought the DVD. Then bought the director’s-cut DVD. (Don’t talk to me about Blu-Ray.)

One of the great charms of the film is the soundtrack, which manages to evoke the bygone Top-40 era and be legitimately catchy at the same time. Especially the title tune, written by the great Adam Schlesinger of the also woefully overlooked Fountains of Wayne. Not surprisingly, the tune was nominated for an Oscar. Very surprisingly, it did not win. Tragically, it lost to Madonna.

Though the song sounds like it would have been a big radio hit in the early ’60s, it was not a hit, then or now. There was a bit of airplay, but mostly by winking DJs being cute. Merseybeat-inspired melodies were not in favor with radio programmers in the late-’90s.

So, what was the tune doing in the Muzak rotation at the Giant Food off Flower Ave. in Silver Spring last week? It certainly made my shopping experience brighter, but what’s next — Lord of the Rings overture at the salad bar?

Listen closely to Mike Viola and the rest of the studio Wonders rocking that thing they did from the ceiling speakers near the meat section:

One might not expect any connection between the coarsely hysterical comedy The Hangover — currently No. 1 at the box-office — and documentaries. But in fact Hangover director Todd Phillips began in the doc world, first with the 1994 G.G. Allin film Hated, then with Frat House.

Here he talks with critic Elvis Mitchell on the KCRW show The Treatment about how making documentaries “is like living life on fast-forward,” his love of the Maysles brothers, and how Maysles and Wiseman-style “fly-on-the-wall” filmmaking “went out the window” in the modern era after people were conditioned by reality and entertainment news shows to “fear the camera.”

I also suggest you subscribe to The Treatment podcast, as Mitchell is terrific at getting great interviews from a wide range of people in the arts. And if you wish to contribute to KCRW, go here. (If you want to contribute to me, go here. Thank you.)

Todd Phillips on documentaries (3:29)

I went to the movie theater 48 times in 2009, up 8 flicks over 2007. Still not at my mid-’80s high point, but then John Hughes has retired.

Not surprisingly, most of my moviegoing was at the Majestic (11), which is right up the street. The Majestic also features convenient late mid-week showtimes, and random Wednesdays have found me alone, or nearly, at 10:45 p.m. enjoying a tub-o-corn and a frosty Coke. It’s what I call a lifestyle.

The second most attended theater is also up the street, the AFI Silver (9), followed closely by Landmark’s Bethesda Row (7) and the Avalon (4). I also watched four films at the AMC Tysons megaplex-cum-unchaperoned teen magnet and three each at the more adult-friendly Mazza Gallerie and the Uptown. (Though I was at the latter amid the maddening crowds for Indiana Jones, James Bond, and Batman; still, there was no other place to see those epics.)

I saw no movies at the Montgomery Drafthouse (pictured, below), which closed the very week I had scheduled myself to check it out. I heard it was nice. There is a story to be told about why a business folds so soon after opening while hurling accusations of landlord chicanery—but you’ll have to pay me to investigate.

So, herewith are the movies I paid good money to experience in the dark with strangers, in alphabetical order:

• The 48 Hour Film Project (I saw four of the eight screenings, as I did last year. And did not participate, as I did not last year.)
• Academy Nominated Shorts 2007 (And, typically, I can’t remember which film won the Oscar.)
• The Bank Job (Bought the “pre-viewed” DVD; haven’t watched it yet.)
• BOTU Film Festival (Well, they were showing two of my movies!)
• Be Kind, Rewind
• Bottle Shock
• Burn After Reading
• Cadillac Records
• Charlie Wilson’s War
• The Dark Knight
• Detour (A ’50s noir effort presented with a terrible print.)
• The Foot Fist Way
• Forbidden Kingdom
• Forgetting Sarah Marshall
• Get Smart
• Ghost Town
• Hancock
• In Bruges (Bought the “pre-viewed” DVD; still haven’t watched it.)
• Indiana Jones & the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
• Iron Man
• Juno
• Kabluey
• Kung Fu Panda
• Leatherheads (Bought the “pre-viewed” DVD; watched most of the commentary. A bit too much joking and not enough insight and info, Mr. Clooney.)
• Let the Right One In
• Madagascar 2
• Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day
• No Country for Old Men
• OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies (Unwieldy title for a brilliant French takeoff of James Bond movies, with a wonderful Connery doppelganger. Much better than this year’s actual 007 offering. As my friend Bill says, the only way to make a proper 007 movie today is as a period piece, and this was the proof.)
• Pineapple Express
• The Promotion
• Quantum of Solace
• Rachel Getting Married
• The Rocker
• Roll Models
• Semi-Pro (Bought two copies of the pre-viewed DVD because I forgot that I bought the first. And still haven’t watched it.)
• Sex & the City (I was one of 11 males at the sold-out screening at the Avalon. The din of female chatter was unearthly—even my wife found it unsettling. And it continued all through the previews, only subsiding as the opening titles commenced. Just sayin’.)
• Slumdog Millionaire
• Soul Men
• Step Brothers (Bought the “pre-viewed” DVD; haven’t watched it yet.)
• Tropic Thunder
• Valkyrie (An Xmas day matinee in a digital theater in Richmond. While the screen was crystal sharp, the theater itself was a throw-back to the sins of the ’70s—a squat box with zero charm. I was actually sitting below the person in front of me.)
• Wanted
• The Wrestler

And of course I loved each and every minute of each and every movie! So, which film gets my vote as Best Picture of 2009?

After much deliberation, I’m gonna go with Roll Models. For the Starbucks rant and the rampant D&D action. Best foreign film, OSS 117. Best animation: Kung Fu Panda. Best Actor: Danny McBride, The Foot Fist Way. Best Actress: Beyonce as Etta James, Cadillac Records. Best Song: That Slumdog Millionaire end-credit dance thing. Best Eyepatch: Tom Cruise, Valkyrie. Best Use of New Jersey: The Wrestler. Best Dialogue: “I’m tryin’ to stay centered and shit!” Samuel L. Jackson, Soul Men. Best Drum Solo: Will Ferrell, Step Brothers (A toss-up between this and The Rocker. But Rainn Wilson actually learned to play the drums for his part, which put him at a disadvantage in this category.)

Like many fanboys, I was a bit disappointed with Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Sure, it was fun to see Harrison Ford back in action, a treat to see Bowie’s own Karen Allen again, and the stunts and effects were predictably swell. But as my pal Bill O’Leary observed, the film had no heart. The culprit was a convoluted mess of a script.

So, hoping to clear the pallet, I picked up a copy of Indiana Jones and the Philosopher’s Stone, a 1995 Lucas Books tie-in written (on instructions from Mr. Lucas, of course) by Max McCoy. The prologue finds Dr. Jones sweating in British Honduras of 1933, searching through the rain forest for the Lost City of Cozán. By page 12, he’s in an underground Sacred Well, surrounded by century-old skeletons and watching a shaft of light reveal his prey:

“Still holding his revolver, he ducked, letting the light pass over him, illuminating a skull of pure crystal set in an altar in a niche that would otherwise have remained hidden in shadows.”

Did you catch that? Yes, Indy was hunting a crystal skull. A skull made of crystal. With magical powers. And of course it is instantly stolen by a Nazi, who puts the item in a cloth sack and escapes into future chapters, which I have yet to read.

Much has been made of George Lucas‘ demand that the fourth Raiders film have a particular “MacGuffin,” which we now know was the crystal skull. But it was exactly that element that doomed the movie with incoherent sci-fi/metaphysical gibberish.

I don’t know if Lucas stuck his MacGuffin here out of frustration over the lengthy process of creating the fourth film, but the 1995 book proved prophetic. The prologue ends with Indy asking his Alfred Molina-esque sidekick Barnabé, “Tell me truly. What is the curse of the Crystal Skull?”

“Don’t you know, boss?” Barnabé asked. “You will kill what you love.”

True. First, those midi-chlorians ruined Star Wars, Now, Lucas has mucked up Indiana Jones.

It must also be noted that both Crystal Skull and Philosopher’s Stone share more than a passing resemblance to the 1917 Tom Swift book, Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders. That story finds the boy inventor traipsing through, why, Honduras, to the “lost city of Kurzon.” True, Tom is searching for a golden idol, not a crystal one, but this excerpt could easily work as a Raiders treatment:

Undoubtedly it was the chief temple, or place of worship, of the long-dead race which the explorers now entered. It was a building beautiful in its barbaric style, and yet simple. There were massive walls, and a great inner court, at the end of which seemed to be some sort of altar. And then, as they lighted fresh torches, and pressed forward with them and their electric lights, they saw that which caused a cry of satisfaction to burst from all of them.

“The idol of gold!”

Yes, there it squatted, an ugly, misshapen, figure, a cross between a toad and a gila monster, half man, half beast, with big red eyes — rubies probably — that gleamed in the repulsive golden face. And the whole figure, weighing many pounds, seemed to be of solid gold!

Eagerly the others followed Professor Bumper up the altar steps to the very throne of the golden idol. The scientist touched it, tried to raise it and make sure of its solidity and material.

“This is it!” he cried. “It is the idol of gold! I have found — We have found it, for it belongs to all of us!”

I’m hoping Indiana Jones and the Philosopher’s Stone turns out better than the film. I still wanna believe in Indy—and in the Force. But I’m starting to think that perhaps Howard the Duck was no accident.

UPDATE: I heard from author Max McCoy, who says that the crystal skull idea was his alone, as was the plot. “I wasn’t writing to any script or idea that was given to me — part of the deal is that I would be able to come up with my own adventures,” he e-mails. “I had also been long fascinated by crystal skulls, especially the Mitchell-Hedges skull.” Consider us now also fascinated by crystal skulls. Woah.

McCoy is a fan of the “dark and brooding Indy” of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and so set his novels in the years prior that 1936 adventure. “I have long believed that an Indy adventure would not work after World War II. Indy belongs to the 1930s,” he says. I agree. Similarly, the only way to make a proper James Bond movie today is as a period piece. Which the French did to brilliant effect with OSS 117: Cairo—Nest of Spies. And here’s a great mashup retrofitting Raiders as a ’30s serial.

So apologies to Mr. McCoy for impugning his originality. I assumed that he was like many contract writers, especially those who cranked out Tom Swift and Hardy Boy books for the Stratemeyer Syndicate. Here’s an MP3 recording of the NPR story I did on the Hardys and ol’ man Stratemeyer.

I was fortunate to sit in on the Silverdocs seminar, “Distribution Now: Strategic Thinking for the Feature Doc.” The event was moderated by Liz Ogilvie of Docurama Films and the featured panelists were Steven Beer (Greenberg Traurig, LLC), Jim Browne (Argot Pictures), Ira Deutchman (Emerging Pictures), Sandi DuBowski (Trembling Before G-D), and Julie Goldman (Cactus Three).

As is often the case with industry confabs, the event was both inspiring and dispiriting. Steven Beer led off with the cheery news that the documentary marketplace is “no longer robust,” adding that fear rules the marketplace. He took a direct, if polite, swipe at moderator Ogilvie’s Docurama as an example of a company hobbled by too-conservative acquisition choices. Everyone is looking for “guaranteed home runs,” he suggested, and are less concerned about “bold” films getting to market.

Deutchman concurred, saying that the “so-called documentary boom is a myth,” born of the fact that technology has allowed more people to make more movies. Which is a good thing on the whole, though the results clearly reveal that everyone is not a documentary filmmaker. Deutchman likened the situation to that of the Internet and real estate bubbles.

Deutchman listed the niches that traditionally do well: spiritual films, films with Jewish- or gay-related content. Also popular: triumphs over adversity, cute animals, and star-driven vehicles. So my film about a Jewish penguin searching for its lost gay father in the Gobi desert (narrated by Morgan Freeman) is a lock for Oscar gold!

What the public does not care for at all are any more Iraq docs.

The other painful insight came from the ever-enthusiastic DuBowski, who noted that “the era of just attending a movie is over.” The theatrical market is “screwed up,” said Deutchman, and picking up on DuBowski’s “event” point, noted that with more big screen TVs and home theaters, there is less reason to go out. Movies are too expensive, in fact the most expensive/least convenient entertainment option. It has to cost less to go to the movies than to buy a DVD, he argued. Yet Deutchman also noted that most people want to watch a documentary on TV.

So the new distribution strategy is “all about what you can do that’s analog.” That is, bringing people together and offering them something that they can’t get from the Internet.” Loyal audiences love community. To that end, Browne mentioned the film Note By Note: The Making of Steinway L1037. The piano company agreed to support the film by putting the namesake product on “tour,” trucking it to screenings and hiring Steinway artists to play it at shows.

Deutchman also mentioned a doc about Cubs player Ron Santo, noting that while filling a special, small niche it nonetheless had a $500,000 theatrical run in the Chicago area and sold 85,000 DVDs direct via the Net.

DuBowski offered the three pillars by which he operates: Create Impact, Create Career, Make Money. A judge at the fest, DuBowski arrived a bit late and almost immediately passed out postcards advertising his next film, A Jihad for Love. “This is how we get people involved,” he said. “The middle disappears.” DuBowski’s idea is to turn cinema into a town hall experience, “turn the movie into a movement,” creating “evenings” with activists and other organizations simpatico with the film’s subject. To that end, he looks for a partner rather than a distributor. And do not give away exclusive DVD rights, he cautioned.

We’re in the “era of filmanthropy,” he said, mentioning the Council of Foundations, which offers four film festivals and is a source for some of those supposedly loose dollars. Also mentioned was the Creative Capital Foundation.

Goldman concurred that a theatrical release is not the “golden ring.” Sending films on a college campus tour is a viable option. DuBowski agreed, saying, “We can become entrepreneurs.” He pointed out that speakers bureaus now have filmmaker clients and a university tour can put money in the pocket. Not getting into Sundance is “not the end of the world,” said Beer.

Deutchman said filmmakers must have a “festival strategy.” Is your goal distribution? Press coverage? Find those festivals that can best meet specific goals. That said, it’s harder to get buyers to festivals. “Send a screener,” they say. Beer stressed the need to hire a publicist and to save money for post-production. He also claimed there is validity in being a big fish in a small pond (festival), which can help build a presence in the marketplace.

Goldman said that it is possible to charge festivals for screening your work.

An audience member asked if New York City was still the place to screen your film. The consensus of the New York-based panel was yes. There are so many critics, so many opportunities for press and a NYC run offers the “feel” of a proper release.

On day-and-date theater/DVD releases, the panel approved. “You want people to see your movie,” said Beer. Release dates are not something people care about and the D&D practice will likely continue. “Give consumers choice,” said Deutchman.

Finally, a producer in the audience asked if a sad ending will affect a film’s chances. “Depends on how depressing it is,” said Deutchman. If there is an emotional release, audiences will embrace the film.

Ray Wallace, the Troubled Troubadour, was displeased with the previous version of what many will surely call his signature song, “Isaiah 53 Revisited.” And so we returned to Sligo Creek Park and communed with nature and some passing bikers. Again, Ray channels Bob Dylan via Pete Seeger for this “Song of the Suffering Servant.”

Watch it at YouTube, as I haven’t uploaded it here yet.

Because you really want to know…

Here’s the annotated accounting of my moviegoing in the year 2007. I’ve been saving ticket stubs for 20-plus years, for tax purposes. Modern ticket technology imprints the theater name and movie name on the stub, which allows me to make the following detailed list.

I saw 40 first-run films this past year, on par with 2006, but continuing the downward slide from the 1980s heyday when I would see at least two films a week, often midnight (egads!) screenings.

The theaters that got most of my cash were the Landmark chain (E Street and Bethesda Row) and the AFI Silver. I saw eight films at each. At E Street I saw Miss Potter and Starting Out in the Evening, and at Bethesda Row I saw 3:10 to Yuma, The Darjeeling Limited, You Kill Me, No Country For Old Men, and La Vie en Rose.

At the Silver, I took in four 48 Hour Film Project screenings (including the poorly attended one featuring my own film), two Silverdocs screenings (Helvetica and a Jonathan Demme celebration), Jeff Krulik’s The Legend of Merv Conn and Todd Rohal’s debut feature, The Guatemalan Handshake.

Not surprisingly, I spent a fair amount of time at the Majestic 20. It’s up the street and has late screenings during the week. The six popcorn flicks I watched there included The Mist, Knocked Up, Wild Hogs, The Last Legion, Michael Clayton, and Breach.

Mazza Gallerie’s AMC theaters are a fave. The screens are big, parking cheap and easy, and it’s Chevy Chase so the audience is generally respectful. The five films I saw there were I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, Oceans 13, The Simpsons Movie, The Bourne Ultimatum, and Balls of Fury. Which are mostly movies that do not cry out for respectful audiences, eh?

Though I’m a member of the lovely Avalon Theater, and thus get free coke and popcorn, I only saw four films there. But all were good: The Queen, Talk to Me, Stardust, and The Savages. (I saw Charlie Wilson’s War there, too, but in early January.) I recommend becoming a member. Go here to sign up: http://www.theavalon.org/

I went to the Olney 9 Cinemas twice because I could use the gift certificates that I gave to my parents — which they never used. I don’t blame them. The dilapidated early-’80s strip mall structure is too depressing for words. So check the photo above. It doesn’t show the many broken seats. Anyway, I saw The Comebacks and Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium there, both worth the money spent. (OK, that’s not fair to Mr. Magorium, which was charming, if only for Dustin Hoffman doing an entertaining Ed Wynn impression.)

Saw one movie at the also horrid Dupont Circle cinema, which despite Hank Steuver’s chipper homage in the Post, was in fact rarely worth the effort to attend. In fact, I walked out of Goya’s Ghost. But that’s because Hetty has zero tolerance for screen violence and the torture of poor Natalie Portman was too much for her. Sad, because how many other movies are they gonna make about Goya?

Another office building location I couldn’t avoid is the United Artists Bethesda 10. Usually it’s filled with scores of bored upper-class teens, but fortunately the kids just aren’t interested in Clifford Irving anymore, so for The Hoax I had the place mostly to myself. Which was not an uncommon event in many of these outings, as I often attended the latest shows on weekday nights and Hetty has little interest in what she calls “XY films.”

I was nearly alone at the Regal Rockville showplace for The Golden Compass.

And it was mostly me and Tom Welsh at the AMC Ballston screening of The Brothers Solomon.

I’m happy to say that there was a nearly full house at the Westhampton, a delightful 1938 neighborhood theater in Richmond, for the very French art film Angel-A.

And there was a satisfyingly full house at the AMC Tysons for the best film of the year, Walk Hard. I’m sorry I only saw that once. But I did buy the deluxe extended edition of the soundtrack at iTunes.

Finally, I saved a generic old-fashioned ticket stub but cannot recall which movie it may represent.

So that was my year in the dark. My reviews? Loved them all!

I look forward to hectoring you to accompany me to many more crummy movies in 2008.