Oliver Stone’s film Alexander shows the power of war as a means to extend power. With JFK, Stone followed and unravelled at least part of the story of how Jack Kennedy – who began a process of rolling back war as the means for the extending and using power exporting America’s cultural power peacefully – was brutally cut down in his prime.
71 Films
69 + 1 films -Missing
Film list of 63 of the best for me
These films are not the best perhaps, or even the best 63 films I have seen, though they would be very close to that.
I simply laid them down without prior thought of ordering or listing them in any kind or categorisation of this or that.
The only change was to add Gosford Park by Robert Altman, and to do that I dropped Mira Nair’s Salaam Bombay! which should not be left out, but I kept Monsoon Wedding which I adored when I first saw it and still do.
So the filmmakers and films are all great and in no way am I listing them in order of best – first to worst. There are no second-best or best here. They are simply all magnificent for all their own reasons and appeared as I remembered them and wrote them down.
Tell me what you think – offer suggestions – i.e. if you wish to.
| One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest | Milos Forman |
| Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid | George Roy Hill |
| The Last Picture Show | Peter Bogdanovich |
| Apocalypse Now | Francis Ford Coppola |
| Rear Window | Alfred Hitchcock |
| King of Comedy | Martin Scorsese |
| Raging Bull | Martin Scorsese |
| The Good the Bad and the Ugly | Sergio Leone |
| Little Miss Sunshine | Valerie Faris, Jonathan Dayton |
| Pulp Fiction | Quentin Tarantino |
| Reservoir Dogs | Quentin Tarantino |
| Casablanca | Michael Curtiz |
| Dog Day Afternoon | Sydney Lumet |
| The Godfather | Francis Ford Coppola |
| Unforgiven | Clint Eastwood |
| 2001 A Space Odyssey | Stanley Kubrick |
| Amadeus | Milos Forman |
| Blade Runner | Ridley Scott |
| The Thing | John Carpenter |
| Ace in the Hole | Billy Wilder |
| The Verdict | Sydney Lumet |
| Network | Sydney Lumet |
| Sideways | Alexander Payne |
| The French Connection | William Friedkin |
| The Godfather II | Francis Ford Coppola |
| A Clockwork Orange | Stanley Kubrick |
| Paths of Glory | Stanley Kubrick |
| Lawrence of Arabia | David Lean |
| Easy Rider | Dennis Hopper |
| Chinatown | Roman Polanski |
| 8 1/2 | Federico Fellini |
| La Dolce Vita | Federico Fellini |
| The Conversation | Francis Ford Coppola |
| Out of Africa | Sydney Pollack |
| Annie Hall | Woody Allen |
| Hannah and Her Sisters | Woody Allen |
| Deconstructing Harry | Woody Allen |
| Broadway Danny Rose | Woody Allen |
| Amarcord | Federico Fellini |
| Day for Night (La Nuit américaine) | Francois Truffaut |
| La règle du jeu | Jean Renoir |
| Crimes and Misdemeanours | Woody Allen |
| The French Connection II | William Friedkin |
| Thelma and Louise | Ridley Scott |
| Gandhi | Richard Attenborough |
| American Graffiti | George Lucas |
| Atlantic City | Louis Malle |
| Das Boot | Wolfgang Petersen |
| Monsoon Wedding | Mira Nair |
| Gosford Park | Robert Altman |
| Witness | Peter Weir |
| Persona | Ingmar Bergman |
| Wild Strawberries | Ingmar Bergman |
| Cries and Whispers | Ingmar Bergman |
| Autumn Sonata | Ingmar Bergman |
| The Truman Show | Peter Weir |
| Fanny and Alexander | Ingmar Bergman |
| War and Peace | Sergei Bondarchuk |
| Yojimbo | Akira Kurosawa |
| Rashomon | Akira Kurosawa |
| Paris Texas | Wim Wenders |
| Schindler’s List | Steven Spielberg |
| Jaws | Steven Spielberg |
A Rainy Day in New York
From the moment in Annie Hall when he led Marshall McLuhan out from behind a film hoarding in a New York cinema I have been a huge fan of Woody Allen. He is America’s best writer director of ensemble urban comedies – truly a unique filmmaker.
Exposure by Robert Bilott (film: Dark Waters, below)

Robert Bilott’s ‘self-documenting’ book, Exposure, on Du Pont’s chemical pollution in Parkersburg, West Virginia, is a sobering study of the immorality of corporate America in recent times.
This searing book shows how greed drives so much economic activity in America. Robert Bilott’s story was first revealed to me when I recently saw the film Dark Waters – a Todd Hayes (directed) and Mark Ruffalo (produced and acted) film, well worthy of several nominations in this year Hollywood awards round. It received none. I think we get the picture why.
Bilott tells us the whole story. It begins his ‘unusual’ jumping the fence from his law firm’s usual corporate defence work to take on a plaintiff’s case, for a West Virginia farmer, Earl Tennant, who showed up at his office with a mountain of supporting evidence.
Rob Bilott discovers how Du Pont had been for years dumping poisonous waste from its Washington Works plant at Parkersburg, West Virginia, into landfills which leached into rivers, streams, ponds, killing cattle and compromising the health of inhabitants in a wide area.
This story of corporate harm shows the casual, arrogant and ugly ease with which a powerful corporation can engage in immoral practices, in the name of business as usual. Initially rebuffed by Du Pont, Bilott convinced the courts to order the company to agree to settle, following an independent scientific investigation into the harm done by a chemical PFOA, used for many products, famously in Teflon, gathering huge worldwide profit source and spinner for Du Pont.
It takes years for results from an exhaustive scientific study of the blood samples of nearly 70,000 people in the immediate and surrounding areas, to come back with findings of clear probable cause links to several major life threatening and life-altering diseases and conditions. Du Pont ruined natural water and piped-water supplies meaning that many were already suffering, some dying, from directly associated diseases and conditions.
A jury finally finds for a class civil action against the company – who put up a fierce and at times devious public relations & legal defence – the plaintiffs awarded a 670 million dollar settlement against a corporate giant. Du Pont appealed and appealed then in the face of the unshifting evidence folded and accepted the decision.
This ‘environmental crime’ was aided and abetted by the EPA who worked in tandem with Du Pont to obfuscate key facts of a chemical dumping program from the public, Du Pont carrying on its harmful activities for years in plain sight, abusing the basic trust its economic stranglehold had over the small trusting community. Being the town’s main employer Du Pont had the town cold, knowing all along PFOA was an extremely dangerous substance for all life forms.
In summary, this is a fine book and a necessary read for people who want clean land, air and water, people who a reasonable chance of living their live without corporations callously poisoning them, providing them with cancer. This book is for anyone who believes that accountability over corporate activities is sorely needed, so are lawyers who hold to decent norms, working in a soundly and honourably (democratically) governed society in the 21st century.
Without Earl Tennant bringing this to Robert Bilott’s attention and Bilott deciding to take the career risk of bringing a civil action on behalf of Earl and many others, facing with the victims so many stress-filled years, we may never have even heard about Du Pont’s malfeasance.
Note: In a run up to the class-action trial, Du Pont spun off its Washington Works plant into a new company, Chemours, a spin-off technique many companies use to limit financial damage, placing the offending product range under another firm, a firm that can easily be tipped in bankruptcy thus preventing a payout. After years of seeing how Du Pont operated Robert Bilott was ready for the tactic.
One Writing Desk

Dark Waters (book: Exposure, above)
As a filmmaker and writer everything I saw and heard in Dark Waters was pitch perfect for me. Is this the point when an already very, very good filmmaker makes something so significant it and he cannot be ignored? On my one viewing I would say definitely yes. So, how did Todd Haynes, and the cast and crew, not receive any Oscar nominations? The answer to that is unfortunately in the film itself.
Mark Ruffalo is exceptional as the initially unsure advocate (should I, shouldn’t I take this case?) the reluctant hero turning crusading lawyer travelling deeper into the lies and cover up world of Du Pont’s immoral practices, as he takes them on in the courts. The journey is long and far from easy.
Based on the New York Times Magazine’s “The Lawyer Who Became DuPont’s Worst Nightmare” by Nathaniel Rich, the story is real, the deaths associated with teflon and the poisoned waters from chemical spill run-off are countable, coupled to another important fact—the film narrative is so well managed and un-histrionic in its style and delivery that it makes watching dramatic and very affecting.
The mantra told often to us by lecturers in JD units: ‘a lawyer reads, that’s what a lawyer does’ hit home as I watched the many boxes of incriminating documents and records being wheeled into Mark Ruffalo’s (Rob Bilott’s) law offices.
How was Bilott not removed from his firm? It’s to my relief and all our benefit that he kept his position and kept on fighting the actions. A roomful of long applause for all involved.
Stanley’s say
I recently saw Stanley Tucci’s 1964 Paris set Final Portrait, with Geoffrey Rush playing the lead, artist, painter Alberto Giacometti.
Not much happens in terms of the old story plot nexus but a lot goes on.
Verdict: Wonderful film, brilliantly observed. Great cast and script. Funny ironic tender sad cruel. Bring on more Stanley. 9/10
I’d give it ten out of ten but no films hit that high for me. Music, painting, literature, yes. Films, no. Too many departments, too many hands on deck for something not to go wrong somewhere.
Tuscan Retreat
With Brexit still breathing down Britain’s neck, I wanted to revisit a blog I did some time ago, to celebrate the very best of British production, in my view – the Landrover – and how this journey back (together with the journey down) opened up Europe for me, travelling across France and in to Italy.

So many journeys so many memories, to and from London and our place in Tuscany, Italy. Nostalgia? Absolutely, completely. I feel the need to revisit these memories before the Brexit maniacs get their way and destroy what is beautiful and sustainable in Freedom of Movement. The camping grounds I stopped at in France were extraordinarily well-managed, great facilities, and so reasonable in price. It made driving the long hours an absolute joy.
The first trip back to London took me up through Italy from Tuscany up through Piemonte to Valle d’Aosta, which led me (countless times) to les Alpes, driving up over the Great St Bernard Pass (il Passo del Gran San Bernardo) that first time down into Switzerland in brilliant sunshine, at four on a September afternoon. Around Lake Geneva to Lausanne I went, arriving at Pontarlier in the dark. I found a parking spot just outside the entrance to a Péage, heading to God knows where. I was absolutely exhausted. After a night of waking up, dozing in the front seat of the old beast, I shook myself conscious and crawled on toward Troyes (seeing the periphery), going on, then around in circles late afternoon south-east of Paris struggling to discover a municipal campsite. Finally I did, coming upon Méry-sur-Seine, a tiny hamlet south-east of Paris.
I parked on the grass and walked in to the village, got something to eat – do I remember what I ordered? No, but whatever it was it was very, very good. I know that. I walked back and set up my mattress in the back of the beast, extending out over a table top I had made especially with a trestle to support it. With a tarpaulin attached to the roof rack and reaching down and pegged in to to the ground all around, fresh country air flowed in all around me. I slept the sleep of angels. To this day I can’t recall a sleep so sound (maybe one other). It rained all night and I never felt a drop.
Waking up at six I packed up like a single person army on the march. I was gone in minutes, driving around to find the right route north, until I stopped at a café for breakfast, café au lait, a croissant and advice how to drive en direction de Meaux skirting north-east Paris, on through the northern cities. I reached Calais at four in the afternoon. Crossing the channel by ferry to Dover, I arrived home in east London at around ten at night. My old landrover only did fifty miles an hour.

That voyage in 2006 I will never forget. I have done the same trip many times in the years since then, in two separate Landrovers (old and new). My last defender model (2013), took me via different routes, but the first trip from Tuscany in the battered old Series Three has never ever been bettered.


