Sorcerer

Absolute masterpiece. The events and subsequent tension is so palpable that every time I see this, it hits with its full power and it’s like I’m seeing it for the first time all over again. For a film that arguably wrote the playbook on what a slow burn is, it sure manages to be a loud, angry and relentlessly sinister ordeal. You need that fractured set up with these complete strangers fleeing from their own waking nightmares only to find a far more desperate one. I have to imagine that this is one of the best, if not the best encapsulation of what filmmaking was during the 1970s. At every step this looks like a nightmare to live inside of and also make happen but my goodness is it magnificent to watch. What if fate was so eager to blow your entire existence into fragments that your most intense upheaval to continue fighting for what you once had, it doesn’t matter what you manage to accomplish since it knows how to fold in on everything you’ve done. In a world that’s constantly mocking you this might be the best ever articulation of futility, a film that makes even cold-blooded creatures sweat away any fraction of hope.