Clyde Jeavons
Former Curator, National Film and Television Archive (BFI)
UK
Voted for
Film | Year | Director |
---|---|---|
The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp | 1943 | Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger |
Pather Panchali | 1955 | Satyajit Ray |
Listen to Britain | 1942 | Humphrey Jennings, Stewart McAllister |
She Wore a Yellow Ribbon | 1949 | John Ford |
A Man Escaped | 1956 | Robert Bresson |
Singin' in the Rain | 1951 | Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen |
The Godfather | 1972 | Francis Ford Coppola |
The Producers | 1968 | Mel Brooks |
Napoléon | 1927 | Abel Gance |
The Wild Bunch | 1969 | Sam Peckinpah |
Comments
The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp
The Archers' finest hour: a masterly and wholly empathetic collaboration between the self-dubbed romantic Englishman and the cosmopolitan Jew in an epic, serio-satirical romp through the glorious absurdities of British military mores, with perfectly pitched performances by the inspired trio of P&P favourites, Roger Livesey, Anton Walbrook and Deborah Kerr.
Pather Panchali
The brilliant debut and enduring masterpiece of one of the greatest exponents of cinema as an artform: a compassionate, microcosmic portrayal of the universal human condition.
Listen to Britain
One of the apogees of British nonfiction cinema, an exquisite chamber piece composed by the most lyrical of all filmmakers: a poetic and seductive blending of image and sound extolling Britain's impregnable values for wartime propaganda purposes.
She Wore a Yellow Ribbon
The perfect Fordian Western, with director and star (John Wayne) both at their peak and working in close harmony. Ford's repertory company of actors at their best, and Technicolor cinematography which really is glorious.
A Man Escaped
Bresson's purest distillation of the art of realism through simple story-telling, memorably making use of non-professional actors. One of cinema's most deceptively compelling artistic achievements by a supreme master of 'le septième art'.
Singin' in the Rain
The compleat movie musical; Arthur Freed's most memorable and timeless songs and Kelly's inspired choreography woven into an iconic comic satire about Hollywood and filmmaking. Never surpassed.
The Godfather
A masterly encapsulation of American values realised through Hollywood's favourite genre, the alluring depiction of criminal endeavour. Gripping, persuasive and epically engineered, with perfect ensemble casting and some of cinema's greatest set pieces, topped off by a towering performance from, arguably, the finest of all screen actors, Marlon Brando.
The Producers
Mel Brooks's – not to say cinema's – funniest and most enduringly satisfying comedy, a brilliant and outrageous satire on showbusiness ethics, with hilarious musical parodies, and definitive lead performances by two geniuses of the genre, Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder, ironically inspiring multiple successful stage versions.
Napoléon
The film archivist's choice: Abel Gance's criminally mutilated and long-neglected culmination of the art of silent cinema, painstakingly and triumphantly restored by Kevin Brownlow over several decades. Epically conceived and replete with innovative camerawork, groundbreaking editing techniques and ambitious multiple imagery; and, as the eponymous Bonaparte, Albert Dieudonné, delivering one of the most charismatic performances in all cinema.
The Wild Bunch
Peckinpah's profoundly poignant, magisterial, violent, iconoclastic and hugely influential eulogy to the dying American West, employing groundbreaking balletically bloody, and controversial, special effects on a grand scale, has no equal among Hollywood's epic westerns. It boasts one of cinema's cleverest and most riveting credit sequences, and an impeccably chosen cast of Hollywood stalwarts led by two of the genre's finest and most dependable leading men, William Holden and Robert Ryan, at their mature best.
Further remarks
The Ten Greatest Films of All Time? An impossible – not to say invidious – task, of course. One could choose another completely different list of ten, then another, and another, ad infinitum, and they would all be equally valid. My criteria, therefore, have necessarily boiled down to the following: indisputable artistry, perfection of ambition and achievement, genre masterpieces, acknowledgment of the great directors, the genius of the actor, personal favourites, and, not least, pure enjoyment. If, as a result, the superlatives have become repetitive, then so be it.