
Seven Samurai
Every film about assembling a team for one last job descends from this one: Kurosawa makes seven men matter, then stages a battle in the mud nobody has equaled.

Every film about assembling a team for one last job descends from this one: Kurosawa makes seven men matter, then stages a battle in the mud nobody has equaled.

Suspense has never been constructed more purely, and the real subject is the audience: Hitchcock traps you in one room with a man who cannot stop watching his neighbors.

Frodo the hobbit inherits a ring that could rule the world and carries it across a continent to destroy it. Tolkien invented its languages first, and modern fantasy still works inside his world.

Screen acting changed with Brando in the back of that taxi: Kazan made the film to justify naming names, which gives the whole thing an uncomfortable heat.

Cut in leftover studio minutes with Sammy Davis Jr. waiting outside, it flopped until Blackboard Jungle put it under the credits.

Stevens sold insurance in Hartford and wrote sumptuous poems about what the imagination makes once God is gone. Read "The Emperor of Ice-Cream" aloud and the sound arrives before the sense.
Presley started clowning through an Arthur Crudup blues on a break; Sam Phillips heard it and rolled tape.

Charles took a gospel record he heard on tour, swapped the subject, and cut soul music's blueprint in Atlanta.

It took the very first competitive foreign language Academy Award, and Giulietta Masina is the reason: her face does more with one shrug than most performances manage in full.

English schoolboys are marooned on an island without adults, hold a vote, and are soon hunting each other. Golding tells it so plainly that you believe every step of the descent.

Dixon wrote it, Little Walter blew the harmonica, and that stop-time riff spread through blues and rock alike.

Cut as a demo in Ted Brinson's garage, pillows on the drums, then three weeks atop the R&B chart.

Johns chose things the mind already knows, so that nobody would look past the wax surface. Three flags stacked, each smaller than the last.

Fisher wrote about oysters, wartime rationing, and eating alone, and made food a way of writing about hunger of every kind. The poet W.H. Auden said nobody in America wrote better prose.

Jesse Stone wrote it under a pen name, Atlantic cut it in February 1954, and Turner topped the R&B chart.

Jim Dixon loathes lecturing in medieval history, his professor's madrigal weekends, and the colleague trapping him with fake suicide threats. His drunken Merrie England lecture is the great set piece of English comedy.

Shinji fishes off a Japanese island and loves Hatsue, the pearl diver whose father owns the boats. Mishima set the Greek romance Daphnis and Chloe in postwar Japan and left the darkness out.