There are years when “best performances” feels like a polite exercise—an awards-season roll call, a victory lap for the usual suspects. And then there are years like this, when acting felt less like decoration and more like the entire mechanism: the thing that made wild swings in tone cohere, that turned genre into grief, comedy into confession, spectacle into something you could actually feel in your chest. These weren’t just “great turns.” They were performances that held the screen like weather—changing pressure, changing temperature—until you realized the film or show was simply trying to keep up.
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What we love most about this crop is how unholy the mix is. Huge movie-star bravura sits right next to small, surgical naturalism; towering classical work shares oxygen with performances that feel ripped from the street; horror, noir, melodrama, satire, intimate domestic spirals—everything counts if the actor made it true. Some of these turns are loud. Some barely whisper. But each one leaves a mark, the kind that doesn’t fade when the plot details do.
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So think of this list as less “top ten” and more a map of what the year’s actors were willing to risk: vanity, likability, cool, control, even dignity. The common thread is commitment—the leap where a performer stops “playing” a character and starts inhabiting a whole internal ecosystem. The result is the thing we come back for, even when the business is wobbling, and the culture is distracted: a human being, caught in the act of becoming someone else, and somehow telling the truth while doing it.
Tessa Thompson, “Hedda”
Rebecca Hall’s “Passing” premiered only four years ago, but that’s apparently time enough for the sensation to settle in that the movies have spurned Tessa Thompson; three thankless franchise roles don’t outweigh one bold, insular independent project, not the least because the 2010s’ tale end had her predominantly cast in other franchise maintenance projects, too. If concerns about Thompson’s career are merely perception, perception is reality, so praise be to Nia DaCosta for hiring her to play the lead in her adaptation of Henrik Ibsen’s “Hedda Gabler,” a film that capitalizes on Thompson’s array of talents and seemingly constructed with her in mind. Hedda is bored; Hedda is petty; Hedda is spoiled; Hedda is insecure; Hedda is carnivorous. Thompson eats up every single moment she has on screen, and she is on screen for the majority of the movie’s duration, relishing DP Sean Bobbitt’s lens (which loves her) and soaking up the lighting (which also loves her). One minute, she’s the cat. Next, she’s the canary. Thompson plays cunning exceptionally well, though the film requires her fear and vulnerability in brief bursts to undercut her machinations and make the character work–a role to savor for one of the best actors of her generation. – Andy Crump
Rose Byrne, “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You”
The greatest praise anyone should give Mary Bronstein’s excellent sophomore film, arriving 17 years after her debut, is her achievement of the nigh-impossible: creating a closed circuit narrative about motherhood, observed from within and without, where nobody is wrong, per se, but nearly everyone is mistaken. There’s a non-judgmentalism humming from Bronstein’s side of the camera, which Byrne appears to have timed her performance to as beleaguered psychotherapist and mother Linda; no matter the project, no matter the part, Byrne approaches her work with casual, luminous ease, and here has permitted herself to fall all the way apart in ways that are unique to her, and to actresses her age to boot. “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” is an ugly, uncomfortable movie, about people confronting the least flattering parts of themselves while caught in emotional freefall. Linda says and does many things her mom’s peers would tut-tut her about in their Instagram reels. But Byrne so keenly broadcasts her character’s cries for help, even when she isn’t crying for help at all, that Linda is resistant to frowny-faced critiques. She’s too human for that. Even viewers who aren’t parents themselves can recognize in Byrne’s work the Sisyphean struggle of keeping everyone else’s bases covered while leaving your own open, and accept the injustice not as an excuse for the choices Linda makes, but as a reason to cut her slack and show her much-needed empathy. – AC
Everett Blunck, “The Plague”
Boys will be boys, especially if society shrugs and repeats this corrosive mantra every time boys in the incoming generation behave in prototypically negative “boyish” ways. Charlie Polinger’s “The Plague” puts the burden of self-examination on Blunck, playing Ben, the film’s timid, socially naive, but fundamentally sweet-natured lead. It’s summertime, and Ben wants to fit in with the other boys attending water polo camp, led by Jake (Kayo Martin), a smartass troublemaker, who educates Ben about “the plague”–a game of social ostracization, whose current “it” player, Eli (Kenny Rasmussen), frankly seems more like Ben’s people in the first place. But is it a game? Are Eli’s rashes coincidental or real? Is his skin condition the reason for the game? Is Jake just a brat, or is he onto something? It doesn’t actually matter. What matters is Ben’s slowly unraveling sense of right and wrong, the decay of his grasp on reality, and his heartbreak at struggling and failing to fit in, no matter what circles he latches onto or who he asks for advice. Blunck plays Ben through the character’s anxiety and shame, building both into a form of unmoored existential terror that only children know, and only a child of his acting talent could express. – AC
Adam Sandler, “Jay Kelly”
Adam Sandler doesn’t just stand toe-to-toe with George Clooney inNoah Baumbach’s “Jay Kelly”—he feels like his contemporary, an equal presence, all nuance and zero effort. As Ron Sukenick, Jay’s longtime manager, Sandler plays the role with quiet confidence and radical unshowiness: a man who’s built a life around smoothing someone else’s chaos until his own wants have been quietly shelved. The melancholy is embedded in the logistics—family sidelined, dreams deferred, even love treated like a professional hazard. There’s the almost-romance with Laura Dern’s PR partner that never happens because it would complicate the machine, and the sting of losing another client (Patrick Wilson), who can see Ron’s devotion isn’t just loyalty, it’s identity. When Ron finally hits the wall and wants to quit, Sandler refuses to indulge in cathartic fireworks; he plays it as delicate heartbreak, the dawning realization that friendship can be real and still be one-sided, that intimacy can curdle into obligation. And the gut check comes late: for all his pain, Ron’s compassion survives, and he’s still there for the selfish Jay because the bond is genuine—even if it’s never been fair. It might be Sandler’s finest role to date because he makes a lifetime of compromise feel devastatingly ordinary.– Rodrigo Perez
Wagner Moura, “The Secret Agent”
Wagner Moura’s greatest asset is his smile: the upward turn of his lips, hinting that his characters know more, are more, than they let on. In most of his other work, it’s a charming flourish. In Kleber Mendonça Filho’s “The Secret Agent,” it’s an essential marker of tragedy. Armando, or Marcelo, actually, is indeed more than he appears, and has suffered more than one can guess to look at him; Wagner suggests the character’s sobering circumstances with a playful smirk, used like a dustpan and broom to sweep the horrors inflicted on him and his family under the rug. It’s a survival tactic, of course. This is 1970s Brazil, an age when paranoia was in greater supply than oxygen. “Coy” is how Marcelo avoids detection by bad actors who would like him dead. But “coy” is also isolating and painful, and can only take him so far before his past, as well as those actors, track him down. Moura invests muted warmth in the man, at first superseded by his mysterious allure; when the mystery is lifted, the warmth is gone. Only grief remains. – AC
