Now that 2010's SIFF is a fond memory, I'm going to say it: Marwencol was the best movie at SIFF. The pitch—a drunk man gets beaten into a coma and awakens, brain damaged, with an irrepressible urge to build an entire fictional World War II–era town in his backyard and populate it with Barbie and Ken dolls—isn't the most promising. But it is one of those rare documentaries that manage to expand in order to absorb disparate themes—fetish, the New York City art scene, heartbreak—to create an unforgettable portrait of a remarkable man. (See Movie Times: thestranger .com/film)