Perhaps the definitive “neorealist” film, shot in the rubble of Occupied Rome just after the Nazis had left.
This “jukebox musical” of patriotic Broadway hits showcases James Cagney’s powerhouse performance, but that’s basically the only part of the movie that works for me.
I really enjoyed this dream-like film noir about a doomed man’s wanderings through Belfast.
One of the best remembered comedies of the great Preston Sturges, about a director who is tired of making comedies.
This is a movie as “outsider art,” an unfiltered detour into a religious mind without an insincere bone in its body.
Maybe the classic Old Hollywood movie, made at the height of World War II and maybe one big metaphor for the war itself.
A story where three very grizzled dudes find gold in the wilderness and it drives them all nuts. A manly man’s parable about greed.
Perhaps the ultimate Film Noir, about two murderers who are not nearly as smart as they think they are.
The ultimate feel-good movie, or harrowing exercise in existential angst? Possibly both.
A holiday classic about whether a crazy guy who thinks he’s Santa is actually Santa, made a time when studios insisted Christmas movies wouldn’t sell.