Top 10s

Amy Fine Collins’s Top 10

Amy Fine Collins’s Top 10

Amy Fine Collins is special correspondent to Vanity Fair, where for over twenty years she has written features about fashion, art, Hollywood, and society. An arbiter and owner of Vanity Fair’s international best-dressed list since 2003, she was inducted into its hall of fame in 1994. A longtime muse to many designers, including Geoffrey Beene, Collins is a frequently consulted advisor, expert, and commentator on fashion and is an active leader at the Metropolitan Museum’s Costume Institute, on whose visiting committee she sits. Previously the style editor at both House & Garden and Harper’s Bazaar, she received three degrees in art history from Swarthmore College and Columbia University, where she also taught for two years. In 2010, Collins received the New York Newswomen’s Club’s Front Page Award for cultural criticism, and in 2011 she won a Front Page Award for in-depth reporting. Also in 2011, she was presented with Lighthouse International’s Fashion Visionary Award. Collins has also written or contributed to over a dozen books, including the best seller The God of Driving.

  • Black Narcissus

    1.
    Black Narcissus

    Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger

    A masterwork codirected by Emeric Pressburger and the sui generis Michael Powell, whose twisted imagination I revere. As usual, Powell and company go to extremes—nuns in love, isolated high up in the Himalayas. Interestingly, Powell felt this was his most erotic movie. It is worth watching for the seductive color scheme alone.

  • The Thief of Bagdad

    2.
    The Thief of Bagdad

    Tim Whelan, Michael Powell and Ludwig Berger

    Exactly what movies are meant to generate: fantasy, magic, beauty, and unapologetic escapism. The bizarre source material, stories from The Arabian Nights, gives costume designers Oliver Messel, John Armstrong, and Marcel Vertès license to unleash their prodigious imaginations. I collect the work of Vertès, who was also a prolific fashion illustrator.

  • Children of Paradise

    3.
    Children of Paradise

    Marcel Carné

    My late father’s favorite movie. The film is disturbing on so many levels: the fact that it was made during the Occupation; the way theater and real life are layered and confused; the performance by Arletty, who would later be convicted as a collaborator. She notoriously justified her treason by saying, “My heart belongs to France, but my ass is international.”

  • La dolce vita

    4.
    La dolce vita

    Federico Fellini

    Fellini at his most fetching. But beneath the glossy surfaces, you can see the scars of war and the shame of having been on the wrong side. Just to get an idea of how much the film has infiltrated the popular lexicon, consider that the term “paparazzi” derives from the name of the movie’s scandal-chasing lensman. We can hardly picture the city of Rome anymore without recalling images introduced here by Fellini.

  • Don't Look Now

    5.
    Don't Look Now

    Nicolas Roeg

    The red raincoat is a horror image that never dies. Nicolas Roeg turns the beauty and decay of Venice into something terrifying and insists, in an almost Freudian way, on the proximity of eroticism to death.

  • The Fugitive Kind

    6.
    The Fugitive Kind

    Sidney Lumet

    With drifter Marlon Brando’s memorable snakeskin jacket standing in for Eurydice’s lethal serpent, and the actor’s guitar for Orpheus’s lyre, Tennessee Williams’s retelling of the Greek myth drips with sweat and sex. I think of Marlon’s jacket whenever I see python on the runway, which is frequently.

  • The Innocents

    7.
    The Innocents

    Jack Clayton

    This is literary kismet, with screenwriter Truman Capote channeling Henry James—and with a child lead bearing the name of my own daughter, Flora. The story, which takes full measure of the spookiness and unknowability of children, has worked in every format—first James’s novella The Turn of the Screw, then the chamber opera of the same name, and finally this liminal black-and-white film.

  • My Man Godfrey

    8.
    My Man Godfrey

    Gregory La Cava

    The wonderful, ill-fated Carole Lombard stars in this perfect, slick Depression-era romantic comedy. I like that obsolete terms such as “forgotten man”—which in this case refers to the homeless William Powell—can live on forever in the movies along with the stars who utter them. Thankfully, New York no longer has Hoovervilles, but I regret that the madcap Manhattan socialite seems to be an extinct species.

  • Peeping Tom

    9.
    Peeping Tom

    Michael Powell

    See above about Michael Powell. This was the first picture of his I ever saw, and it is possibly the creepiest. He and Susan Sontag have similar ideas about photography as memento mori. It takes a certain amount of hubris for a filmmaker to liken his own profession metaphorically to a particularly perverse form of serial killing.

  • Senso

    10.
    Senso

    Luchino Visconti

    Nobody does it better than Visconti. Flawless, historically accurate elegance suffuses even the minutest detail, and with a B-grade American actor (Farley Granger) playing an Austrian, no less. The futility of both love and war is exquisitely and lushly juxtaposed. The movie happily reminds me of Manolo Blahnik, who introduced me to it.