Tribute

Jun 3, 2002 — In addition to being his funniest film, The Horse’s Mouth is the most personal, and touching, of all Alec Guinness’ movies. Apart from starring as the brilliant but bedraggled artist Gulley Jimson, Guinness also adapted the Oscar-nominated screenplay from Joyce...

May 15, 2000 — Twenty-five years after its first appearance, Bergman’s film of The Magic Flute remains the finest screen version of an opera ever produced. Shot in sumptuous color by Sven Nykvist, and featuring some of the finest Nordic singers of the day,...

The writer and director pays tribute to the late Béla Tarr, shares his love for the way Andrei Tarkovsky merged poetry and cinema, and suggests watching a double bill of Black Girl and I Knew Her Well.

The editor of the New Yorker feels honored by the tribute to the magazine in The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun, urges patience to appreciate Stan Brakhage’s experimental cinema, and finds parallels between the experiences of watching...

The writer and director returns to the Criterion Closet, where he pays tribute to David Lynch, praises Mikey and Nicky as a perfect collaboration between a director and actors, and reminisces about watching Persona in Ingmar Bergman’s theater on Fårö...

The director of Creep, The Overnight, and Corporate Animals calls Wings of Desire the film that made him want to make movies, talks about his belated discovery of All That Jazz, and pays tribute to Wes Anderson.

The actor, known for her roles in Transparent and Hustlers, pays tribute to the pioneering subjects of Paris Is Burning, muses about her dream of starring in a future remake of Thelma & Louise, and praises the sexy smoothness of...

Mar 5, 2024 — Friends and admirers pay tribute to his rigorous scholarship, his boundless enthusiasm, and his warm generosity.

Jun 8, 2022 — A major figure in contemporary Hindi literature pays tribute to Guru Dutt in this fantasia that reimagines the great filmmaker’s death.

Aug 20, 2021 — The author of Velvet Was the Night pays tribute to the shockingly stripped-down, dread-inducing use of silence in Jean-Pierre Melville’s masterful neonoir.