These are some of my
favorite films. The order is alphabetical, and I selected only one film
per director. Other fine films are mentioned in the text. I will
update the list from time to time.
English Language Films
American Films
(I include more American films than I include in other categories, but that reflects production output and familiarity, not preference)
- Annie Hall (Woody Allen,
1977).
Woody Allen is like a trip home for me. His characters are typical
neurotic New Yorkers, who all think too much. This is his best romantic
comedy. For a more cynical look at romance, see Husbands and Wives. I also
love Crimes and Misdemeanors,
Manhattan, and some Allen's sillier comedies, including Sleeper, Bananas, and Take the Money and Run.
- Five Easy Pieces (Bob Rafelson, 1970). This
film
established Jack Nicholson as one of the most important American actors
for the next three decades. Though not as acclaimed as One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest,
this film is more subtle and complex. Here as elsewhere,
Nicholson is
both loathsome and endearing. I think this is his best performance.
- Freaks (Tod
Browning, 1932). Made on the heels of his timeless classic Dracula, Browning's 1932 feature
about sideshow performers is arguably even better. Though it
might come across as an exploitation film, it is actually a film about
exploitation, and the talented cast members are portrayed with far more
dignity than they probably received when they were exhibited in county
fairs for their physical abnormalities. The climax is one of the
most memorable in cinema history.
- The Godfather (Francis
Ford
Coppola, 1972). It's a hard choice between this one and the sequel;
both are
totally engrossing, enduring, and archetypal. I picked the first
one for the horse in bed. One thing that makes these films impressive
is Coppola's ability to handle multiple characters at once--a skill he
shares with Robert Altman, who pulls this off masterfully in Nashville and Shortcuts. The third
installment of the Godfather trilogy
is better skipped; it's marred by the awkward performance of Sophia
Coppola. She makes up for it as a director. For a better film about an
aging mobster, see Touchez Pas au
Grisbi with Jean Gabin. Coppola's other masterpeice is Apocalypse Now, which may be the
best American war film of all time.
- In Cold Blood (Richard
Brooks, 1967). Based on Capote's book, this is one of the best true
crimes
films ever made. The murderers represent two very different faces of
evil, and each is depicted with unusual humanity. Chilling yet
sympathetic. Brooks knows that showing less can make the audience feel
more. The film is shot in noir style but has vastly greater depth
then the typical crime thriller thanks to Capote's extraordinary
psychological investigation. Brooks is also the director who
brought us Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,
Key Largo, The Killers, and Blackboard Jungle, all of which
could make a more inclusive favorite film list.
- The Last Picture Show (Peter
Bogdanovich, 1971). American films are often overly based on
narrative structure and two-dimesnional characters with clearly defined
goals. This is an episodic coming of age film set in a small
Texas town. Bogdanovich got extraordinary performances out of his
cast. Cybill Shepard does an exquisite, despite never having
acted before. Ben Johnson and Cloris Leachman won Oscar's for
their supporting roles. Bogdanovich's early effort, Targets,
is also highly worthwhile.
- Midnight Cowboy (John
Schlesinger, 1969). A touching tour of the seedier side. Dustin Hoffman
and
Jon Voigt give stellar performances. My second favorite Voigt
film is the disturbing and atmospheric Deliverance. My favorite Hoffman's
are Papillon, Little Big Man, and Lenny . Rain Man is seriously overrated.
Hoffman and Schlesinger team up again, effectively, in Marathon Man, but I find Olivier
underwhelming--in any case, it's a nice justaposition of character
acting and method acting.
- Night of the Living Dead
(George Romero, 1968). A damn good movie, and the first American film,
as far as I
know to have a black protagonist, but no discussion of race. Brilliant
opening scene. For the zombie genre, also check of Peter Jackson's over
the top Dead Alive (which is
much better than his Tolkien adaptations). Some of my favorite horror
films are: 2000 Maniacs, The Bad
Seed, Basket Case, Evil Dead, Invasion of the Body
Snatchers, Psycho,
Rosemary's Baby, The Shining, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
- Night of the Hunter (Charles
Laughton, 1955). Robert Mitchum is terrifying as a murderous preacher,
with
Love and Hate emblazoned on his knuckles. Good suspense and oozes with
atmosphere. Mitchim reprises his role as a creepy stalker in Cape Fear, which is also essential
viewing for thriller fans. Director Laughton is better known as
an actor; he gives an
amazing performance inWitness
for the Prosecution.
- Twelve Angry Men (Sidney
Lumet, 1957). Perhaps the greatest of all courtroom dramas, it
tells
the story of one juror (Henry Fonda) who courageously resists voting
with the majority. Even if you find the theme hokey, it's
impossible not to be impressed by the excellent performances and the
taught direction. Among Lumet's other great films, my favorites
are (in order) Dog Day Afternoon,
The Pawnbroker, and Network. My other favorite
trial films include Anatomy of a Murder (with
its gorgeous Ellington soundtrack), Inherit the
Wind, Paths
of Glory, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Witness for the Prosecution.
- Out of the Past (Jacques
Tourneur, 1947). A definitive noir with plot twists,
flashbacks,
crime,
seediness, dark cinematography and, of course, a femme fatale.
The
excellent cast includes Robert Mitchum, Jane Greer, and Kirk
Douglas.
Hard to beat. Tourneur also made excellent horror
thrillers, including the creepy, campy Cat People. Other favorite
cinema noir
films include Billy Wilder's Double Indemnity, Rudolph
Maté's D.O.A., Jules
Dessin's Night and the City,
Howard
Hawks's The Big Sleep (which is
impossible to follow), Charles
Vidor's Gilda, Stanley
Kubrick's The Killing, Robert
Siodmak's The Killers, Otto
Preminger's Laura, Robert
Aldrich's Kiss Me Deadly, Tay
Garnett's The Postman Always
Rings Twice, Boris Ingster's Stranger
on the
Third Floor, Alexander Mackendrick's Sweet Smell of Success, and John
Huston's Asphalt Jungle.
The best noir cinematographer was John Alton (see especially Raw Deal and The Big Combo).
- Shadows (John
Cassavetes, 1959). Shadows
is
an imperfect film, but a very impressive first effort, and a
breakthrough in American cinema. Raw, gritty, realism--not
melodramatic like the Italian neo-realists or some Hollywood social
commentary films of similar vintage, but edgy and uncomfortable, with
unknown performers adlibbing there lines. This is cinéma vérité and it brings a new
honesty, hardly anticipated and rarely rivaled, in American
film. Shadows is also
remarkable for it's subject matter: the racism of a white man who
doesn't realize that his girlfriend is black. The film was
released 3 years before To Kill a
Mockingbird, and unlike that film and other important films
about race, this one is set in the urban north, not the rural
south. It was not, however, the first film to focus on the theme
of "passing"--the classic treatment of that phenomenon is The Imitation of Life, made in
1934, and remade in 1959. Both versions are excellent. For
more Cassavetes, I would recommend Woman
Under the
Influence, Husbands, and Faces.
These films are difficult to watch because they deal with human
ugliness, but they are all very worthwhile.
- Shock Corridor (Samuel
Fuller, 1963). Sam Fuller was rightly called the tabloid poet for
his gritty, high impact glorified B-movies, that influenced many other
directors including the pioneers of the French New Wave. Luc
Moullet praised Fuller as a director who has nothing to say, but much
to do. Highlights include his seedy cold-war noir, Pickup on South Street, and The Naked Kiss, which has one of
the best opening sequences in movie history. Shock Corridor, my favorite, tells
the tale of a journalist who gets himself committed to an insane asylum
with the hope that he can write a Pulitzer prize winning story.
Though clearly sensationalizing, the film also offers some sympathetic
portraits of the mentally ill. Other outstanding asylum films
include Splendor in the Grass,
Suddenly Last Summer, One Flew Over the Cuckcoo's Nest,
and The Ninth Configuration.
- A Streetcar Named Desire (Elia
Kazan, 1951). Brando's best performances have never been topped by
anyone,
and in this adaptation of the Tennessee Williams play, he is at his
best: unpredictable, crude, loathsome, and captivating. My second
favorite Brando performance is On
the
Waterfront. My second favorite Kazan film is A Face in the Crowd with an
imitable and terrifying lead performance by newcomer Andy
Griffith. For close runner's up, I'd include the psychologically
harrowing Splendor in the Grass
and the sexually charged thriller, Baby
Doll.
- Sunset Boulevard (Billy
Wilder, 1950). It would be hard to exaggerate Billy Wilder's
talent as
a director. He made some of America's best comedies (Some Like it Hot, The Apartment), dramas (Lost Weekend, Ace in the Whole), noirs (Double Indemnity), courtroom pics
(Witness for the Prosecution), and genre benders (such as Stalag 17, which straddles comedy,
drama, war, a prison escape). Sunset
Boulevard is arguably the best of the lot. Narrated by a
dead man, it is an eviscerating critique of Hollywood, showing the ugly
side of flops, flunkies, and megastars.
- Taxi Driver (Martin
Scorsese, 1976). The perfect antihero film. De Nero has never been
better,
Cybill Shepherd gives one of her better performances, and Jodie Foster
deconstructs the damsel in distress. The movie
also contains my professional mantra, "One of these
days, I'm gonna get organizized." After Taxi Driver, my favorite Scorcese
films are Mean Streets, Raging Bull, and Goodfellas, which all happen to
feature De Nero.
- The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
(John Huston, 1948). I think this is
Bogart's best performance. He is absolutely despicable a gold
prospector corrupted by greed. And Sierra Madre also has one of the
best
misquoted lines of all time: "We don't need no badges. I don't
have to show
you any stinking badges!" For an even better film about desperate
expats in Latin America, see Clouzot's explosive thriller, Wages of Fear (below). For
another
look at Bogart's dark side, see In a
Lonely Place. But my second favorite Bogart film is Beat the Devil, which is also
directed by Huston. The characters in that film are more
interesting than the better known Maltese
Falcon (also Huston/Bogart), and I even prefer it to Casablanca, which has a similar
ex-pat theme. Peter Lorre is wonderful in all three. My
second favorite John Huston film is Night
of the Iguana with Ava
Gardner and Richard Burton (written by Tennessee Williams).
- Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?
(Robert Aldrich, 1962). Bette Davis is unforgettable as a former child
star,
who must look after a disabled sister (Joan Crawford) whom she
despises. The film is frightening and sad, and it also includes some
good tips on how to apply make-up. Bette Davis also plays a
past-peak performer in All About Eve,
which is a phenomenal movie. For a third extraordinary film
about a fallen Hollywood star, see Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard (above).
- White Heat (Raoul Walsh,
1949).
James Cagney preferred to do musicals, but his greatest talent was
bringing gangsters to the screen. This is his top performance, and it's
also a case study in the Oedipal complex. Cagney is also
incredible in Angels with Dirty Faces, The
Public Enemy,
which is particularly edgy for the time, and The Roaring Twenties, also directed
by Walsh. If you tire of Cagney (per impossible), you
can enjoy Paul Muni the original Scarface,
which is better than the Paccino platform, or Edward G. Robinson's Little Caeser. Many of these
films are
about two-bit hoods with too much ambition.
- Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
(Mike Nichols, 1966). This Edward Albee adaptation is not exactly
easy
to watch. Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton play the alcoholic
couple from hell, and, after watching it, you'll never want to drink
with your colleagues again. Taylor and Burton give astonishingly
good performances. Other good films by Mike Nichols includeThe Graduate, Silkwood, and Carnal Knowledge.
For an equally uplifting film about alcohol, see Billy
Wilder's Lost Weekend. For
more fun with Richard Burton, see Night
of the Iguana.
British, Canadian, and Australian Films
- Brief Encounter (David
Lean, 1954). A sensitively handled film about an affair.
Lean is
better known for his epics (Lawrence
of Arabia and Bridge Over the
River Kwai), but this film has a more human touch, and unlike
those other films, he attempts to tell this story (based on a Noel
Coward play) from a woman's perspective.
- Careful (Guy
Maddin, 1992). A truly strange Canadian film about a Alpine
village in
which every one avoids making loud noises because they might set off an
avalanche. This in an homage to The Brothers Grim, Freud, and
Wagner, and it is shot using a two-color process that makes it look
like a hand-colored black and white photograph. Maddin's Tales from the Gimli Hospital is
also worthwhile, as is The Saddest
Music in The World, which stars is Isabella Rosselini as a rich,
legless entertainment promoter, possessed by grief and greed. The
aesthetic in these films shares something with David Lynch's best work,
Eraserhead, but they are
more campy than creepy.
- If... (Lindsay Anderson,
1968).
Malcolm McDowell is more known for his brilliant performance in A Clockwork Orange, but this
portrait of life in an English boarding school is also highly
rewarding. It is beautifully shot in a combination of color and black
and white, and the soundtrack features the phenomenal Misa Luba, an
African mass. If... harks back to Jean Vigo's Zero For
Conduct,
another boarding school story, produced at a time when there was no
clear boundary between film and art.
- The Lion in Winter
(Anthony Harvey, 1968). Ignore the silly outfits in the
pseudo-Shakespearean
melodrama and listen to the dialog.
Katharine Hepburn and Peter O'Toole head up a highly dysfunctional
royal family. Anthony Hopkins makes a brilliant debut. O'Toole is
also wonderful in Lawrence of Arabia,
but this film is more entertaining and more quotable. Hepburn
delivers one of my favorite lines in movie history during the
finale. It's not my favorite Hepburn role, however. That
prize goes to her creepy portrayal of an overbearing mother who wants
her dead son's companion, Elizabeth Taylor, to undergo a lobotomy in Suddenly, Last Summer (a fine
Tennessee Williams adaptation).
- Lolita (Stanley Kubrick,
1962).
This is not a great adaptation of the Nobakov's extraordinary book, nor
is it Kubrick's most accomplished film, but it is extremely
entertaining. James Mason and Peter Sellers are both in top form,
and Shelly Winters is magnificently grating. Sue Lyon is also
great as (a post-pubescent) Lolita, but somewhat less effective than
Dominique Swain in the 1997 remake. That version is closer to the
book, but far less enduring as a film.
- Peeping Tom (Michael
Powell, 1960). Though essentially a B-movie, this film delights
with
its creepy protagonist, stylized suspense, and super-saturated
technicolor. Powell is famous for his luscious collaborations
with Emeric Pressburger, such as the magical realist dance classic, Red Shoes, and the psychosexual
nun drama, Black Narcissus.
Here Powell branches out on his own to tell the story of a murderous,
perverted filmmaker. Released the same year as Psycho, it shocked audiences and
lead to Powell's banishment from British film-making. Though
hardly timeless, the film does hold up for it's period aesthetic and
for it's sympathetic depiction of a man made monstrous by childhood
abuse.
- Spellbound (Alfred
Hitchcock, 1945). It is a cheat to put an American produced film in the
British list, but I regard Hitchcock as a quintessentially British
director. Spellbound is Hitchcock's suspenseful tribute to
psychoanalysis. For authenticity, Hitchcock consulted the
psychoanalysis of hi his producer, David Selznick (King
Kong, Gone with the Wind, The Third Man).
Admittedly, there are better Hitchcock films. My top votes go to Rear Window, Notorious, Rebecca, and North By Northwest . And, he
made some wonderful films while still in Britain, including The
39 Steps, The Man Who Knew
Too Much, and, especially, The
Lady Vanishes. But Spellbound
gets my vote here because of the Dali dream
sequence.
- The Third Man (Carol
Reed, 1949). This perfect British noir classic set in post-war
Vienna features excellent performances by Joseph Cotten and Orsen
Welles.
It's also known for its Oscar winning cinematography and mesmerizing
zither soundtrack. Cotton and Welles had teamed up before in both
Citizen Kane and The Magnificent Ambersons; but on
those occasions Welles was in the director's chair. Some people
think Ambersons is better
than Kane. I think Kane is darker, more poetic, and
more haunting. The Third Man
is more entertaining than either. My second favorite Carol Reed
film is The Fallen Idol, about
a man under suspicion of killing his wife, and a boy who knows what
really happened.
- Videodrome (David
Cronenberg, 1983). Cronenberg is one of the most
original
directors of recent times, and one of the best directors from
Canada. His work contrasts interestingly with Adam Egoyan,
another Canadian, because both make films at the boundary between
mainstream and avant garde, with philosophical themes, but Egoyan tends
to be pretentious, where Cronenberg is just the opposite. His films
often have a B-movie feel, which makes them accessible and cultishly
entertaining. Videodrome
is my favorite by far, and not jut because it features Deborah Harrie
at her prime and James Wood. It is a sci fi horror story that
explored the boundary between entertainment and reality, flesh and
technology, mind and media.
- Walkabout (Nicolas
Roeg, 1971). A sister and brother a lost in the Australian
outback, and
meet an Aborigine teen. That's the set up for this beautifully
shot film about coming of age and cultural differences. . The
protagonists come from different world, and Roeg resists the temptation
to preach about which one is better, and he resists some of the usual
cliches about cultures clashing. For another good Roeg pic, see
his psychedelic first film, Performance,
with Mick Jagger.
Films in Other Languages:
French Films
- Ascenseur Pour L'Echafaud
(Louis Malle, 1958). Proto New Wave thriller with a brilliant Miles
Davis soundtrack. Need I say more? The plot is simple (an
adulterous couple plot a murder a murder, and everything goes wrong
from there), but it's completely riveting. For other proto New
Wave crime
films, see Pepe Le Moko, Quai
des Brumes, Touchez Pas au
Grisbi, Rififi, and Bob le Flambeur. The first
three on this list all star the extraordinary Jean Gabin.
- Breathless (Jean-Luc
Godard, 1960). This is the definitive French new wave film. One one
level,
it's a just a romantic chase film, but, in style, it parts dramatically
from the sound-stage productions of big budget movie studies. It is
edgy, playful, and defiantly underproduced. The film succeeds by
breaking all the rules: Godard is a champion of jump cuts, awkward
acting (Jean Seberg), hand-held cameras, thin story line, narrative
ambiguity, un-heroic characters, arbitrary scene length, and flagrant
amatuerism. For similar fare, see Band of Outsiders. I also
like Weekend, which is far
more avant
garde, Contempt, a subtle
feminist film starring Bridgette Bardot, and My Life to Live,
in which Anna Karina gives an especially affecting
performance. I also like Godard's more polical films, like La Chinoise,
which is a sympathetic but also scathing critique of fashionable
Marxism, and Les Carabiniers,
which deconstructs the war film into an idiotic farce. For
another brilliant example of the same, see Luc Moullet's The Smugglers.
- The Children of Paradise
(Marcel Carné, 1945). This fairytale soap opera presents
the
lives and loves of a group of performing artists. Carné is
something of a magical realist. Nothing peculiar happens, but
somehow Carné infuses his familiar story with a kind of poetic
magic that makes it completely captivating. He creates a
similar mood in Le Quai des Brumes
and Le Jour se Levé,
both with Jean Gabin. For another magical French film about love,
don't miss Jean Vigo's L'Atalante,
which one of Truffaut's favorite films.
- Girl at the Monceau Bakery (Eric
Rohmer, 1963). This release actually contains two shorts, Monceau Bakery and Susanne's Career, which are the
first installments of Rohmer's moral tales. I love the whole film
series, especially Claire's Knee and
Chloe in the Afternoon.
Rohmer has a Sisyphusian view of romance, and his male characters are
usually appealingly loathsome. I am less enthralled by Rohmer's
later films, which are often repellently innocuous.
- Jules and Jim (Francois
Truffaut, 1962). Truffaut was the first Cahiers du Cinema critic to make a
feature film, and, in so doing, effectively launched the French New
Wave. That effort was his masterful 400 Blows, which is one of the best
films
ever made about the frustrations of childhood. But 400 Blows bears some resemblance
to easlier films, including
Vigo's surreal Zero for Conduct,
and some works of Italian neo-realism, such as De Sica's Shoeshine.
Truffaut did more to shape the distinctive style of the new wave
in writing the screenplay for Godard's Breathless, and the crowning
acheivement of his own new wave efforts is this film, Jules and Jim, a subtle,
humane, temporally extended, convenion defeying, vaguely existential
story of a love triangle. I am also fond of other Traufaut
films,
including especially Shoot the
Piano Player and The Wild
Child. The former is a quintessential new wave ganster
film, and the latter tells the touching true story of the Victor, the
Wild Boy of
Aveyron, who
was discovered in the woods at the dawn of the 19th century. Truffaut
plays Itard, the physician who tried to civilize Victor and teach him
language. For another wild boy film, see Herzog's The Enigma of Kasper Hauser.
- Last Year at Marienbad
(Alain Resnais, 1961). This film isn't for everyone, because it is
short on
plot and heavy on narration. It's based on a screenplay by Alain
Robbe-Grillet, the guiding force behind the nouveau roman movement in
French literature. Like Robbe-Grillet's novels, this film manages to be
intensely psychological while focusing narrative attention of
architectural details and other minutia. Another great writer,
Marguerite Dumas, wrote the screenplay for Resnais's Hiroshima Mon
Amour, which is a gripping study of impossible love and the tragedy
of war. For something a little less experimental, I also like
Resnais La Guerre et Finie,
which examines the futility of leftist efforts in fascist Spain.
- Les Bonnes Femmes (Claude
Chabrol, 1960). Chabrol is considered the French Hitchcock, and, though
apt,
that title does not do justice the originality of his films. This is my
favorite. Every character and every scene is memorable. Totally
ordinary people, yet completely bizarre; the subtle weirdness of the
commonplace. I also like other Chabrol films including The Butcher
and This Man Must Die, but Les Bonnes Femme is my
favorite.
- The Pickpocket (Robert
Bresson, 1959). Bresson may be my favorite director. His characters
(usually
played by non-actors) speak without affect and engage in extreme,
seemingly gratuitous acts. Despite all this, or perhaps because of it,
his characters seem deeply
human. They wrestle with fundamental existential problems:
freedom, faith, morality. The
Pickpocket
is the story of a thief whose motives for stealing are
inscrutible. In a related film, L'Argent, Bresson follows
the descent from petty crime into extreme criminality. My second
favorite Bresson, Au Hasard Balthazar,
is about the mundane cruelties of everyday life as seen through the
eyes of an donkey. I am also fond of Une
Femme Douce, which is about a woman
led to suicide by the stifling banality of her life, and Mouchette,
which is a devastating portrait of a girl who is victimized but refuses
to be a victim. For another
great existential film about suicide, see Kiarostami's The Taste of Cherry. For
another great film about a pickpocket, see Sam Fuller's Pickup on Southstreet, which may
have inspired Bresson's masterful opening scene.
- Rules of the Game (Jean
Renoir, 1939). On the surface, this film is somewhere between a
screwball
comedy and a trite melodrama about love triangles among the gentry.
But, it is also a piece of scathing social criticism. The protagonists
are contemptible, trifling, and self-possessed. They are preoccupied
with rules of decorum, but profoundly lacking in common decency.
Renoir's The Grand Illusion
is another exquisite piece of social criticism, but there Renoir
balances cynicism with a more glimpses of human decency. Rules of the Game was banned by the
French and burned by the Germans during the
occupation.
- Wages of Fear
(Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1953). Clouzot is a master of suspense,
and
this is his masterpiece. Diaboloque
was more popular, but this is a more original film and it manages
to illicit almost unbearable tension without and monsters or
murderers. Set in South America, it tells the story of men who
must drive two trucks of highly explosive nitroglycerene across miles
of badly paved roads. My second favorite Clouzot iss Le Courbeau, a chillingly cynical
portrait of persecution and paranoia in a small town. Like Rules of the Game, that film
was banned in France, and might have ended Clouzot's career prematurely.
Italian and Spanish Films (or directors)
- 8 1/2 (Federico Fellini,
1963).
Fellini's films are amazing. He resides in a world of clowns and
prostitutes that is sometimes unsettling, but always warmly
human. La Dolce Vita
and Amacord are all almost as
good as
this subtly surreal biographical film. I also love the sumptuous
excesses of Satyricon.
For Fellini in a more realist mood, I like Nights of
Cabiria, I Vitelloni,
and La Strada. An even
earlier film, The White Sheik,
anticipates many tropes that define Fellini's mature work. It is
not in league with the others, but it is utterly charming.
- All About My Mother (Pedro
Almodovar, 1999). I like most of Almodovar's films, but I think this is
the
best one to date. Many of his films deal with the tragedy of desire,
but this one manages to do that a bit more poignantly. His lead
character, mostly women, have depth and dimension, and, through
allusion, Almodovar plays tributes to other great films, including All About Eve, which is the
inspiration for his title.
- The Battle of Algiers
(Gillo Pontecorvo, 1966). This film about the Algerian
independence
movement is essential viewing for anyone who wants deeper insight into
terrorism. Rather than portraying terrorist bombers as homicidal
maniacs, Pontecorvo examines how ordinary people can resort to violence
under conditions of occupation. For another classic about
occupation, see Melville's Army of
Shadows--a true strory about the French resistance.
Together, these films show both sides of the French experience with
imperialism.
- The Bicyce Theif (Vittorio
De Sica, 1948). It is almost a cliché
to praise this film, but it really is a work of cinematic genius.
The
story of a poor father who is trying to recover a stolen bicyle is
simple enough, but almost every scene is memorable and moving. It
is a
moral tale, in some ways, but it never sermonizes. De Sica's Shoeshine, about poor children, is
also essential viewing, as isUmberto
D.,
the touching story of an old man and his dog. Though
quintessentially
Neo-Realist, there is something otherworldly about all of these
films.
The characters take on an etherial quality, because the real world has
no place for them. For a later De Sica film, see The Garden of the Finzi-Continis
about a wealthy Jewish family during the war.
- The Criminal Life of Archibaldo
de la Cruz
(Luis Bunuel, 1955). I like all stages of Bunuel's career, from
his
avant
garde early works, like Un Chien
Andalou to his mature
surrealist
masterpieces, such as The
Exterminating Angel, The Discrete
Charm of the
Bourgeoisie, and Phantom
of Liberty. The
Criminal Like of Archibaldo de la Cruz
was done during Bunuel's Mexican period, and it tells the tale of an
artistocrat who thinks he has the power to kill by act of will.
It
covers many classic Bunuel themes: the upper classes, the Church,
machismo culture, and a sexual fetishes. The film is low budget
and
full of wooden performances, but all the deficits in prodcution quality
are fully compensated for by its perverse originality and comic,
surrealistic charm. The film contrasts sharply with my second
favorite
of Bunuel's Mexican films, Los
Olvidados,
which (minus a disturbing surrealistic dream sequence) is a darkly
realist portrait of street kids and their violent world. My
favorite
of Bunuel's late films is That
Obscure Obect of Desire, for which he ended up casting two women
in the lead role
when he fired the troublesome Maria Schneider (Last Tango in Paris) from the set
during production. The best starting place for Bunuel may be Belle de Jour, which is an
accessible and entertaining surrealist classic.
- Fists in the Pocket (Marco
Bellocchio, 1965). Talk about dysfunctional families, imagine
worrying
about whether your psychotic brother might decide to kill your mother
or your other siblings. This is an edgy and entertaining film
was classified as neo-real on its release, but it has a new wave
sensibility. The volatile lead is at war with social conventions
and traditional values. The film also has a fine soundtrack by
Ennio Morricone (my favorite Morricone sountracks are The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly and
The Mission).
- L'Avventura (Michelangelo
Antonioni, 1960). L'Avventura begins as a mystery, but it transforms
into a
film about alientation. Antonioni's films confound viewers
because their stories are incidental and characters are treated as
props. Departing radically from Italian neo-realism, his films
are abstract, existential, moddle-class mood studies, rather than
narrative melodramas about the tribulations of working class
life. L'Avventura is
the first film in an excellent trilogy,
with The Eclipse and Red Desert. The latter is one of
the most beautiful films I have ever seen, despite its
minimalist palette. For two more accessible films with a similar
mood, see La Notte, which is
about alienation within a relationship, or The Passenger, with Jack Nicholson,
which deals with alienation from one's own identity. Antonioni's
hit, Blow
Up, is much accessible than any of these, and highly
entertaining (dig the Herbie Handcock soundtrack), but like the others,
it leaves many riddles unanswered. I also like Antonioni's
earlier films, when he was still working with in a neo-realist mould,
especially Il Grido and Story of a Love Affair--both
involve the hopeless longing for a relationship, but in one the lead
character wanders, and in the other the lead waits.
- Love and Anarchy (Lina
Wertmüller, 1973). A touching story set in a brothel.
The
success of the film owes much to Giancarlo Giannini who also appears in
other Wertmüller hits. Here he plays a hapless peasant who
has been recruited to assassinate Mussolini. His expressive face
harks back to the heyday of silent films and has few cinematic rivals.
- Mamma Roma (Pier Paolo
Pasolini, 1962). A harrowing example of Italian Neo-Realism.
Mamma Roma
is a mother and former prostitute who just can't seem to gain respect
and straighten out her life. The performances are incredible, and
you will be left in tears. Pasolini's Accattone is also
outstanding. If you are in the mood for something bizarre
(talking birds and time travel!), you might try The Hawks and the Sparows.
- Rocco and His Brothers
(Luchino
Visconti, 1960). Visconti's masterful film is a Neo-Realist saga about a group of
struggling brothers who have moved up to the big city from the
impoverished south. The brothers range from sympathetic to sick,
and their story is told with a kind of journalistic objectivity,
typical of this period. The film's influence on the Godfather trilogy is
unmistakable. For Visconti in a historical mood, see The Leopard, with Alain Dillon, and
Claudia Cardinale (quite an attractive couple).
Japanese Films
- Branded To Kill (Seijun
Suzuki, 1967). Suzuki made a series of gangster films in the
1960s that
become increasing abstract. By the time he made this film, he had
essentially given up on plot. The film is a series of amazingly
photographed vignettes involving a mobster (the Number 3 Killer), who
has sexual obsession with the scent of boiling rice. Susuki was
promptly fired and almost lost his career for crafting this rarified
masterpiece. Other great Susuki films include Gate of Flesh, about a gang of post
WWII prostitutes, Youth of the Beast,
about sadistic mobsters and a vengeful cop, and Tokyo Drifter, about a gangster who
tries to get out of the business. The last of these films, with
its stylized Technicolor photography and funky jazz soundtrack,
is regarded as an important work of a pop art.
- The Burmese Harp (Kon
Ichikawa, 1956). American WWII films tend to glorify the
war.
Things looked different from the Japanese side. This poetic film
tells the story of Japanese soldiers in Burma at the end of the
war. It advertises the dignity of peace and compassion over the
honor of victory and conquest. To see a less sympathetic
perspective on the Japanese, see Wen Jiang's Devil's on The Doorstep, which
tells the story of Chinese villagers who are trusted to hide a captured
Japanese soldier and his translator in a town that has been occupied by
the Japanese army.
- The Face of Another
(Hiroshi Teshigihara, 1966) This is the stunningly photographed story
of a
man who loses his face in a chemical accident and is given a
replacement by a deranged plastic surgeon. The new face changes
the protagonist's personality, raising interesting questions about
identity and character. I also love
Teshigaha's haunting and beautiful
allegorical film, Woman in the Dunes,
as well as his genre-blending first feature, Pitfall (a murder mystery, leftist
social critique, and ghost story all in one). All three of these
are adaptations of Kobo Abe novels. If you want a
good double feature, watch The Face
of Another with Georges Franju's brilliant French horror-noir, Eyes Without A Face. For
other films that deal with identity, I'd strongly recommend Antonioni's
The Passenger ,
Bergman's Persona, and
Kiarostrami's Close-Up (below).
- The Pornographers (Shohei
Imamura, 1966). A quirky and entertaining film about the family life of
a pornographer who becomes obsessed with making a perfect sex
doll. Need I say more?
- Onibaba (Kaneto
Shindô, 1964). A stunningly beautiful and nightmarish film,
about
feudal Japan. Two women survive by killing samurai and selling
their armor. The film is based on an old fable, and it includes
the most beautiful footage of grass fields that I have ever seen.
- Rashomon (Akira
Kurosawa). There is no way to select a favorite Kurosawa film. Few
directors have created as many masterpieces. Rashomon is not the most sumptuous
(that honor goes to Ran), nor
the most moving (Ikuru is the
obvious choice), nor the most entertaining (for that see Yojimbo, The Seven Samurai, or High and Low), but it may be
the most innovative. The film involves a trial in which we are shown
multiple perspectives on the same event. It reminds us that film, even
when factual, can present only a version of reality.
- Sansho the Bailiff (Kenji
Mozoguchi, 1954). A heart-wrenching epic set in medieval Japan. It
tells the
story of a family torn apart when the father is exiled, the mother is
sold as a courtesan, and the children are forced into slavery. Almost
every scene is poignant, and each shot is exquisitely framed like a
wood block print. Mozoguchi's Ugetsu
and Life of Oharu are
equally rewarding. Ugetsu focuses
on the consequences of
greed and the horrors of war; Oharu
tells the almost unbearable story of a women who is sold by her family
intro prostitution. These films are unmistakably
Japanese in their focus on family, duty, status, and tradition.
- Tokyo Story (Yasujiro
Ozu, 1953). Ozu's masterpeice is a movie story about aging and
the
clash
between old Japan and new. Executed with charactersitc
subtlety and understatement, no film better captures the style of
this master director. Also not the frequent use of low camera
angles, which give this film a distinctively Japanese aesthetic.
The camera, like the performers, is often sitting on the floor.
My second favorite Ozu is Late Spring
and perhaps, after that, Floating
Weeds. Though, really, the whole corpus is great,
and, like a painter, many of the films are thematically and
stylistically related.
(To be finished soon)
Northern European Films
- The Blue Angel (Josef
von Sternberg, 1930). The ultimate Weimar Period film, The Blue Angels tells the story of
a professor, Emil Jannings, who falls in love with a night club singer,
Marlene Dietrich, who leads him on a path to destruction. Should
we blame the singer, the professor, or the social system that makes
status lines impenetratble? The film is morally ambiguous, but it
deilvers a subtle jab at the status norms of high society. Both
stars do a superb job; it's probably Dietrich's best role, and
Janning's second best (his best is in Murnau's extraordinarily
well-shot silent classic, The Last
Laugh). Jannings ended his distinghuished carreer in
dishonor, becaue he was an active supporter of Hitler during the
war. Dietrich moved to the United States just before the release
of The Blue Angel, and
became a staunch critic of Hitler, receiving a Medal of Honor for her
efforts to denouce Nazis through entertainment. She and von
Sternberg made other great films in the States, including Shanghai Express and Morocco.
- Breaking the Waves (Lars
von Trier, 1996). With emotionally raw scripts, provocative
themes, and glitz-free cinematic style, the Dogma 9 group is producing
some of the most innovative films these days. Lars von Trier is
arguably the best in the group. Breaking
the Waves (set in Scottland and acted in Eglish, rather than
von Trier's native Danish) tells the devestating story of a woman whose
husband urges her to find lovers after he is injured in an industrial
accident. Von Trier's other evocative films include Dogville and Dancer in the Dark (with a
gut-wrenching lead performance by Bjork, who also composed the stirring
sountrack).
- Coup de Grâce
(Volker Schlöndorff, 1976). Based on a Marguerite Yourcenar
novel,
this is a subtly handled film about a love triangle between a Prussian
officer, a countess, and her brother. Margarethe von Trotta gives
an extraordianry performance as the countess, and one of the side
characters
is played, quite memorably, by Valeska Gert (a silent film actress who
appears 40 years earlier in Diary of
a Lost Girl,
with Louise Brooks). This film is also an essay on the futility
of war
and a critque of the upper classes. Schlöndorff's other
superb
literary adaptations includeThe Young Törless (Musil), The Tin Drum (Grass), and The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum (Böll),
which is co-directed by von Trotta.
- Day of Wrath (Carl
Dreyer, 1943). Set in the 17th century, a young woman falls in
love with the son of her own husband, an aging minester, and is
suspected of being a witch. The film is spiritually ambiguous
(are there really supernaturally powers at work?) and morally ambiguous
(do we pity the yong woman or dispise her?). Dreyer is Denmarks
greatest director and his films acheive a high degree of dramatic
tension despite their careful pacing, and, as a former silent film
maker, he knows how to use visuals--often the stern faces of his
actors--to engage our emotions.
- Fitzcaraldo (Werner
Herzog, 1982). So many Herzog films tell the same story: an obsessed
man,
taking on an incredible challenge, for no good reason. This is
perhaps his greatest work. Klaus Kinski wants to bring opera to a
remote part of the Amazon, and to fulfill his ambition, he needs to
move a ship over a stretch of land to get from one river to
another. A documentary about the making of this film, Burden of Dreams, is almost as
good. My second-favorite Herzog-Kinski collaboration is Aguirre, Wrath of God, based, like Apocalypse Now, on Conrad's Heart of Darkness.
- The Goalie's Anxiety After the
Penalty Kick (Wim
Wenders, 1972). A goalie goes off wandering after poor
performance on the field. He commits an arbitrary murder and then
continues on his aimless journey. Like Antonioni, Wenders
is interested in alienation, and he trades in plot for
mood. My other favorite Wenders films include Paris,Texas (in English),The
Wrong Move (with a young Nastassja Kinski), and The American Friend (with Denis
Hopper in Wender's rendition of the book that inspired The Talented Mr. Ripley and Plein Soleil).
Many people love Wings of Desire, which, like The Goalie's Anxiety, is based on a
Peter Handke story, but I find it a bit pretentious in comparison to
Wenders's earlier films.
- Hour of the Wolf (Ingmar
Bergman, 1968). My favorite Bergman film, it took me years to
find on
video. An artist seeks isolation on an island, but is instead tormented
by his very peculiar neighbors. Dig the Mozart puppet show. I
also love Wild Strawberries, Persona,
Shame, Scenes from a Marriage and The Seventh Seal (though it's a bit
heavy-handed). If you want to move from Sweden to
Denmark, see Carl Dreyer's Ordet
(perhaps the best film ever about religion).
- M (Fritz Lang, 1931).
Perhaps my
favorite film of all time. Peter Lorre is magnificent a child killer,
who gains our sympathy when he is hunted by all walks of society:
parents, police, mobsters, and beggars. Lange uses sound brilliantly
from the opening nursery rhyme to the terrifying whistle of the Peer
Gynt suite. I also recommend Fury,
Fritz Lang's first American film, for another look at how ordinary
people can become possessed by a thirst for retribution. Scarlet Street is also terrific,
with Edward G. Robinson as an amature painter who gets snookered by a
femme fatale.
- Pandora's Box (George
Wilhem Pabst, 1930). Germany had two great period's for film: the
Weimar years and 1970s with the young guns, Fassbinder, Herzog, and
Wenders. Many of the best Weimar films are silent and hold up to
the best talkies. Some are overtly expressionist fables, like
Wiene's Cabinet of Dr. Caligari
or Murnau's Nosferatu.
Pandora's Box has some expressionist flourishes, but it is essential a
darkly realist film, based on Frank Wedekind plays, that deals with the
seedier sides of urban life (gambling, prostitution, poverty,
murder). It's most famous for the extraordinary perfomance of its
lead, Louis Brooks, who manages to remain strong and charmingly
resiliant, despite many bad events and a cast of unpleasant characters
who want to control her. Pabst avoids moralizing, or rather, he
suggests presents the Brooks' classless and open sexual persona as a
kind of moral icon.
- Why Does Herr R. Run Amok?
(Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1970). Fassbinder was the enfant
terrible of
German cinema, and is his short career he produced an astonishing
number of good films. He is better known for The Marriage of Maria Braun and The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant.
Those films are masterful, but a bit overwrought. Herr R. is a subtler film about
the pointless inanity of middle-class life. In scene after scene,
shot in an unadorned documentary style, Fassbinder exposes the trivial
agonies of modern existence (striving for a promotion, gossiping
neighbors, outings with in-laws, etc.). I also recommend
Fassbinder's Fox and His Friends, which
eerily anticipates aspects of the director's own life and Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, which
manages to be profoundly touching without a trace of sentimentality.
Eastern European Films
- Ashes and Diamonds
(Andzej Wajda, 1958). A entertaining, wartime, anti-hero film, which
might be
watched along side The Wild One
for an interesting comparison. Ashes
is part of a series of war films, that includes Wajda's
spine tingling Kanal, about a
group of resistence fighters who must hide in the sewers in order to
escape the encroaching Germans.
- Closely Watched Trains (Jirí
Menzel, 1966). This Oscar-winning film is a classic of the Czech
new
wave. It is the amusing, and ultimately moving, story of a young
railway dispatcher who is trying to lose his virginity, set
against the backdrop of the German occupation. It is interesting
to compare this film and those of Wajda to earlier depictions of the
war in Eastern European cinema, which are often feel more like
artistically elevated propaganda. The crowning acheivement in
this genre may be Grigori
Chukhrai's unabashedly sentimental Ballad
of a Soldier from 1959. Chukhrai's story is morally black
and white, and its protagonist, a young farmer turned soldier, is the
personification of decency. Menzel's protagonists are bumblingly
human, in comparison, and Wajda is a master of the anti-hero.
- The Color of Pomegranates
(Sergei Parajanov, 1968). Perhaps the most aesthetically
gratifying film ever made. Every frame is almost
overwhelmingly beautiful. The film is a biography of the great
Armenian troubadour, Sayat Nova, thought it would be difficult to
decipher his life-story from the series of cryptic and haunting images
that fill the screen. The
Color of Pomegranates is innovative is almost every respect: the
camera is still in each shot, there is no dialog, and one actor plays
many different parts (male and female). Parajanov's genius was
too much for the Soviets: after this film was made, he was sentenced to
the gulag on trumped up charges.
- Come and See (Elem
Klimov, 1985).
One of the most disturbing war films I have seen, about a Belarussian
boy who tries to join a makeshift army of Partisans, as Germans lay
seige on villages of farmers. Hundreds of Belarussian farming villages
were burnt to the ground during the war, and this film serves as a
horrifying memorial. For other films that depict WWII from a
child's perspective, see Clément Forbidden Games and Rosellini's Germania: Anno Zero, which contains
extensive footage of the devestation post-war Berlin.
- Knife in the Water (Roman
Polanski, 1962). Great Polish period Polanski--a psychological
drama
set in
a small boat on the open sea. The jazz sountrack by
Krzysztof Komeda
is also worth the price of admission. Polanski's made some
great films after leaving Poland, including The Tenant and, of course, Rosemary's Baby, but this early
effort, and his short films of the same period are less corny and more
appealing.
- Loves of a Blond (Milos
Foreman, 1965). A sensitive portrait of a young factory worker
(the
sister of
Foreman's first wife) and the vile men that she encounters.
A landmark of Czech new wave. Loathsome, lusty men are also a
theme in Foreman's Fireman's Ball
and in the
psychedelic romp, Daisies,
by Vera Chytilová. There was clearly a feminist streak in
Czech cinema at the time.
- Man is Not a Bird (Dusan
Makavejev, 1965). Sylistical original Yugoslavian film about a
worker who falls for his landlord's young daughter. The camera
work is occasionally stunning, the sub-plots are engrossing, and the
performances are compellingly understated. But the great strength
of this film comes from its less conventional elements, including the
performance of a hypnotist and the orchistration of Beethoven in the
lead protagonist's factory.
- Mirror (Andrei
Tarkovsky, 1975). If you can endure
plotless films, this is my favorite. Tarkovsky's father was a
famous Russian poet, and this film is like a piece of poetry (in also
features poems by Tarkovsky's father and a cameo from his
mother). Mirror manages
to have vastly more narrative depth than most films despite the fact
that it doesn't have a linear plot. Instead, it is a loose
assembly of memories. Tarkovsky is an amazing director, and this
is his most personal film. I am also fond Nostalghia, Solaris, and Andrey Rublyov. These are
slow-paced films, but they are completely absorbing and highly
rewarding. The most accessible Tarkovsky may be Ivan's Childhood, an early film
about the horrors and heroics of war.
- Soy Cuba (Mikhail
Kalatozov, 1964). This Russian/Cuban co-production was a total
failure
when it was released. Too Russian for Cuban audiences, and too
artistic for the Russians, in fell into obscurity for many years.
But it is one of the greatest movies ever made: a visual poem about the
Cuban revolition that has some of the most innovative editting and
stunning camerawork that I have ever seen. Kalatozov's other
great movie is The Cranes are
Flying; it is a stunning and tragic love story set during
the Second
World War. Though less ground-breaking than Soy Cuba, it offers another
opportunity to revel in Sergei Urusevsky's incredible
cinematography.
- Werkmeister Harmonies
(Bela Tar, 2000). An odd and oddly enthralling film by one of Hungary's
greatest directors. A simple town collapses into paranoia and
chaos when a giant wale is trucked in as a traveling public
spectacle. The beautiful long shots in high contrast black and
white will stay with you forever.
Other Countries
- Black God, White Devil
(Glauber Rocha). The crowning achievement of Brazil's Cinema Novo
movement, Rocha blends the realism of Italian filmmaking, the freshness
of the French, the theatrical qualities of the Japanese, and the
lyricism of local folk music. Shot in arid Bahia, this sparsely
scripted masterpiece captures the complexity and contradictions of
Brazilian culture. It tells the story of a poor herder turned
outlaw, who encounters cult leaders and bandits, while hunted by rich
land owners and the church. The influence on Sergio Leone in
aesthetic, theme, and sound design is unmistakable.
- The Housemaid (Ki-Young
Kim, 1960). In this perfect psychosexual thriller, a middle class
family hires a maid who proceeds to seduce the husband.
Will the wife try to kill her? Or will she kill the wife?
Ki-Young Kim uses sound, situation, sordid characters, and striking
imagery to keep viewers at the edge of their seats. The film came
out the same year as Psycho
and Peeping Tom, and it
belongs in the same league.
- In the Mood for Love
(Wong Kar-Wai, 2000). This is an exquisite essay on unfulfilled love.
Wong
ingeniously frustrates the viewer by shooting scenes from behind
barriers and keeping central characters concealed from the camera.
Watching it, you feel like a voyeur, which captures both the eroticism
of the relationship portrayed and the impossibility of its
consummation. The film is visually stunning and the soundtrack is
superb. The sequal, 2046 is almost as pleasing
aesthetically, but it's not nearly as haunting emotionally. For a
better choice, see Wong Kar-Wai's masterful early effort, Days of Being Wild, which forecasts
the style of In the Mood For Love,
or see his neo-new wave hit, Chun
King Express.
- Last Life in the Universe
(Pen-Ek Ratanaruang, 2003). A Japanese man with OCD get involved
with an untidy Thai woman in Bangkok in this carefully paced, surreally
inflected, imaginatively conceived film. There are also some
dramatic subplots here, having to do with suicide, mobsters, and car
crashes, but these twists take backstage to the unlikely and somewhat
ambiguous relationship in the foreground.
- A Moment of Innocence
(Mohsen
Makhmalbaf, 1996). An a young political activist Makhmalbaf
stabbed a
policeman. In this film, he re-enacts that event. The film
moved
between re-enactment and the director's interactions with the cast
members, whose lives echo his own past. An innovate film from one
of
Iran's best current directors. I also recommend Makhmalbaf's The Cyclist,
a moving and mythic story about a poor man who agrees to cycle for days
without stopping in order to pay hospital bills for his dying wife.
- Orfeo Negro (Marcel
Camus, 1959). Magical realism in the favelas of Rio. One of
cinema's great soundtracks adds an added pleasure to this contemporary
retelling of the Orfeus myth, which captures the exuberant spirit of
Carnival. Orfeo Negro triumphantly rejects the prevailing
approach of Italian neo-realism, because it explores rich sources of
joy and meaning in the lives of poor people, rather than
melodramatically glorifying hardship in a pseudo-documentary style.
- Pather Panchali (Satyajit
Ray, 1955). For
Indian cinema
outside of Bollywood, the obvious top pick is the Bengali
masterpiece, Pather Panchali. This is the
first film in Ray's Apu trilogy, and the most moving.
Ray manages to avoid facile sentimentality while breaking your
heart. The third film in the trilogy is my second favorite, and
the second ranks third.
- Pyaasa (Guru
Dutt, 1957). My favorite Bollywood film, this is a
poignant story about a struggling poet, who is shunned by his
family.
Dutt directs and plays the lead, giving a haunting performance. Dutt's Kaagaz
Ke Phool is also extraordianry, and he is an excellent leading
man in Abrar Alvi's Sahib Bibi
Aur Ghula,
which is an interesting study in gender and caste. All these
films are from the Golden Age of Bollywood cinema. Like current
films from Mumbai, they are musicals, but this should not
be
off-putting. They are not at all corny; the music is gorgeous,
and
they give the films a magical realist quality.
- Raise the Red Lantern (Yimou
Zhang, 1991). Gong Li is extraordinary as the fourth wife on a wealthy
landowner. She must compete with other wives to gain favors from him,
the small rewards in a life of servitude. Few films are more
beautifully photographed. Yimou Zhang casts Gong Li again in his, To
Live, which is a classic reveral of fortune tale and a powerful
lesson in 20th century Chinese history. From feudal corruption to
Communist kitsch.
- The Wind Will Carry Us
(Abbas
Kiarostrami, 1999). Essentially a visual poem, this film follows
the
mundane routines of a man who has come to a remote village to
photograph a mourning ritual. Though virtually plotless, the film
explores the protagonist's changing attitude toward death against the
background of a place that is frozen in time. This may be
Kiarostrami's masterpiece but other films come close. In Taste of Cherry, he follows a man
who is looking for someone to help him commit suicide. Close-Up
is a semi-documentary re-enactment of an incident in which a poor man
impersonated the director Makhmalbaf in order to win the affection of a
wealthy family. All are brilliant.