
Citizen Kane
Welles was twenty-five and had never directed a feature before: he built a portrait of a man whose whole life nobody around him can add up, and changed everything.

Welles was twenty-five and had never directed a feature before: he built a portrait of a man whose whole life nobody around him can add up, and changed everything.

Strayhorn turned Ellington's subway directions into a theme song; Ray Nance's trumpet solo got copied note for note ever after.
A quarrel with her mother over money, by Holiday's own account, gave the song its title line and its steel.

Huston's first film as a director, and the one that finally made Bogart a star: everyone chasing the black bird lies about it for a hundred straight minutes.

Sent to Alabama in 1936 to report on cotton tenancy, Agee returned with an act of devotion: three sharecropping families recorded down to the nails in their shoes, alongside Walker Evans's photographs.

Tagore wrote the songs that became the national anthems of India and Bangladesh. His Bengali lyrics address God as a lover who is late, plainly and without a trace of religious machinery.

Aboard a liner to Buenos Aires, the world chess champion meets a stranger who learned the game in Gestapo isolation from one stolen book. Zweig makes chess an instrument of torture.
Raye and Prince wrote it for an Abbott and Costello comedy, and the sisters harmonize like a brass section.
Lennie Hayton's arrangement gives Butterfield's trumpet and Jenney's trombone their solos, then floats Shaw's clarinet over strings.

Rebecca West traveled through Yugoslavia in 1937 and wrote eleven hundred pages. A lamb bled on a Macedonian rock and a Serbian poem of chosen defeat become her account of Europe's death wish.

Cut in Hollywood in May 1941; nine months later RCA handed Miller the first gold record ever presented.

Capitalism is not dying into socialism, Burnham argues, but into rule by the managers who actually run production, in Berlin, Moscow and Washington alike. Orwell took Nineteen Eighty-Four's three superstates straight from him.

Abandoned in Depression-era Glendale, Mildred bakes pies and builds a restaurant chain, spending every dollar on the gifted, glacial daughter who despises her for working. Cain needs no corpse to write noir.

Ida Lupino had top billing and Bogart got the part after George Raft turned it down: John Huston co-wrote it, and an aging gunman takes one last job in the Sierra Nevada.
You know, Mr. Bernstein, if I hadn't been very rich, I might have been a really great man.

John Ford built an entire Welsh mining village in the California hills and shot it like memory: a colliery family in a valley the pit is slowly ruining, narrated by the youngest son.
Well, it's no trick to make a lot of money if all you want is to make a lot of money.
Well, sir, there are other means of persuasion besides killing and threatening to kill.

Alvin York blocked a film about himself for two decades and gave in only to fund a Bible school: a Tennessee pacifist wins the Medal of Honor and Gary Cooper wins Best Actor.