I watched two movies this week that go straight into my top 100:
The Leopard -- An Italian film from 1963 starring Burt Lancaster as a Sicilian prince with Alain Delon as his hot-headed nephew and would-be revolutionary and Claudio Cardinale as the daughter of a wealthy landowner that catches their eye. It's a historical epic with huge vistas, battle scenes portraying the early days of revolution that would ultimately lead to the unification of Italy, costumes and set designs for days and jaw-dropping cinematography but it's the understated and subtle performances of the leads (particularly Lancaster) which really resonated with me. As portrayed in the film, the prince knows that the aristocracy he represents is going to disappear and he accepts that his time is coming to an end with dignity and grace. It's more of a meditation on mortality than a political treatise but the film does carve out some of it's runtime to discuss political philosophy in a refreshingly mature manner.
Martin Scorsese included this in a list of his 10 favorites once and I hadn't heard of it so I tracked it down. I think it compares favorably to Lawrence of Arabia -- another character study biopic framed as historical epic which was released just the year before. There's not a lot of action here though -- the piece de resistance is not a battle scene but an extended formal dinner party. It doesn't make sense when you read about it, but this is a very leisurely paced 3 hour film and by the time you get to that dinner party sequence, all of the moments of characterization are paid off so well that a simple waltz has the dramatic sweep of a climactic battle. I wonder if this is what Marty had in mind when he named his seminal concert film with The Band in 1976 "The Last Waltz"?
Kiss Me Deadly -- I finally got around to watching one of the signature 1950s noirs and now I'm embarrassed it took me this long because it was so good! I'm not familiar with the Mike Hammer novels by Mickey Spillane. Apparently they were more widely read than Dashiell Hammett's Sam Spade novels, Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe novels, and even Ian Fleming's James Bond novels at the time this movie was made. A lot of this will be very familiar to anyone who dabbles in detective fiction or film noir. We have a wisecracking private eye who gets lured into all sorts of tough situations by seductive and dangerous women, a mystery box which everyone seems to want without knowing what it is, gritty street-level black and white photography (mostly in and around the historic Bunker Hill neighborhood of Los Angeles before it was gutted and turned into the concrete Jenga block it is today), and one of the most audacious show-stopping ending scenes in film history -- a scene so good that Steven Spielberg basically lifted it and plopped it into the climax of one of his best-known movies. I won't tell you which one, but you'll know it when you see it.
This isn't exactly a recommendation... I love the film noir genre and pretty much anything with a detective as the protagonist has to be actively bad to draw my ire so I had a good idea that I would like this going in. It's a pretty niche film (well, in a modern context it is) that I would only recommend to fans of the genre but this one does have the added wrinkle of working a cold war era nuclear paranoia theme into what would otherwise be pretty standard detective pulp and that gives it some added interest as an ethnographic study. It's not complex or profound and parts of the plot don't even make sense (which is itself a genre convention) but it is very entertaining and it ends with a bang.