The 15 Best New Filmmakers of 2012
2012 has truly been a banner year for new filmmakers, as fresh faces delivered some of the very best films of the year, both in narrative film and, especially, in documentaries. Early in the year, newcomer Benh Zeitlin and his band of merry men (and women, notably writer Lucy Alibar) swept through Sundance like a wildfire, prompting some notable critics to proclaim Beasts of the Southern Wild as perhaps the greatest Sundance narrative debut ever. First-time documentarians scored big throughout the year, as fellow Sundance favorites Malik Bendjelloul (Searching for Sugar Man) and Bart Layton (The Imposter) went on to banner years as well. And a little film about flyfishing may just have been the best of them all. Here are our favorite films by first-time feature filmmakers in 2012.
7. Zal Batmanglij – Sound of My Voice
Batmanglij and Brit Marling masterfully dole out information in this story, always giving us just a little less than we’d like. This is Hitchcock crammed into a tiny basement. It’s Louis Malle at the La Brea Tar Pits. New characters are introduced, seemingly coincidental story lines merge, and things get more and more dangerous. It’s an expertly told existential mystery. The filmmakers refuse to feed us answers just as they refuse us explanations. We are left to sort things out for ourselves. The filmmakers ask their audience to (gasp) think. As a result, this intellectual thriller shot on a shoestring budget outshines any mega-budget summer offering and provides striking proof that independent cinema is alive and well. —Clay Steakley
6. Malik Bendjelloul – Searching for Sugar Man
“The Story of the Forgotten Genius” is such a well-worn formula for music documentaries that it was already being parodied more than three decades ago in This is Spinal Tap. In Searching for Sugar Man, as Swedish director Malik Bendjelloul begins to tell the story of Rodriguez—the Dylanesque folk rocker who released two apparently brilliant albums in the early 1970s, then disappeared—it appears he’s traveling a familiar road. But he’s got a major ace up his sleeve—that road takes a sharp left turn when we learn that bootleg recordings catapulted Rodriguez to stratospheric heights of fame in apartheid-era South Africa. (When a record-store owner is asked if Rodriguez was as big as the Rolling Stones, he replies “Oh, much bigger than that.”). In fact, his uncensored depictions of sex and drugs were so thrilling to South African musicians that he became the patron saint of the Afrikaner punk movement, which in turn laid the groundwork for the organized anti-apartheid movement that eventually brought the regime down. It’s just a shame that Rodriguez never lived to see it—he burned himself to death onstage in the middle of a show. Or overdosed in prison. Or shot himself alone in his apartment. Or… could he still be alive? Bendjelloul’s film manages to create an aura of mystery and suspense around a search that actually unfolded 14 years ago—a “detective documentary” set in the very recent past.