If not for a rush of intelligent Oscar-bait in the second half of the year, 2013 would have been one of the worst years for film in recent memory—filled with sequels which were more obligatory than anticipated and high-profile snores. The year lacked any kind of cohesive character or true risks, until the daring shock of 12 Years a Slave rocked the cinema out of its complacency. After that, things began to gel. We got one of the most resonant action blockbusters in years, David O. Russell playing at being Scorsese and Marty showing him how it’s really done, and Spike Jonze once again revealing the fragile core of modern life.