The Criterion Collection

My favorite silent film. An early masterpiece by the world's greatest tofu maker.

Monument Valley and John Wayne enter cinema in the ensemble piece that Orson Welles screened over and over again to teach himself filmmaking.

A world-weary poet sheds off all his cynicism to film a fairy-tale as kitsch as Wagner and as naive as true love.

Better (by half an inch) than Ozu's Tokyo Story and the most elegant tearjerker ever made.

Greek mania plunges into middle America when James Mason exclaims "God is wrong!" BTW, Criterion should carry lots more Nicholas Ray.

Pierre Auguste Renoir's son tackles technicolor for the first time... In India.

John Ford directs Henry Fonda in a pastoral poem about Abraham Lincoln long before he was Abraham Lincoln.

A sublime mix of rom-com and zen.

The best pick-up line in history: "I didn't kill your husband... Okey, you got me, I did, but because I want to make love to you (i.e. fuck you over.)" All in iambic pentameter and widescreen technicolor, of course.

De Palma and Travolta in top form steal from Coppola who stole from Antonioni who stole from Julio Cortazar.

Robert Altman + Raymond Carver + Julianne Moore walking around the kitchen without underwear

Sam Shepard writes a movie.

The really long, really great French version.

Lets make the greatest goddamn church bell in the whole wide world.

Sam Shepard acting. And a lotta locusts.

Buda and World War II.

Heidegger and World War II.

Newspapermen are a-holes.

Christ played by a very mellow donkey.

De Palma does Siamese twins with the help of a score by Bernard Herrmann.

The director of Seven Samurai tackles King Lear in his old age.