
1999 · Anthony Minghella
How The Talented Mr. Ripley has been received, argued over, and remembered.
A prestige hit in its day — five Oscar nominations and mostly strong reviews, though some found it a chilly follow-up to The English Patient — it's since climbed into full-blown beloved status, rediscovered by a generation as the ultimate sun-drenched Italian-summer film and a queer cinema touchstone.
The perennial fight is which Ripley is definitive — Minghella's, Purple Noon's Alain Delon, or the 2024 Andrew Scott series — plus the eternal 'were we supposed to root for Tom?' discourse.
'I always thought it'd be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody' is endlessly quoted, and the film basically invented an aesthetic — linen shirts, little boats, the Amalfi coast — that fashion writers and moodboards still call 'Ripley-core'.
A certified Letterboxd favourite and a pillar of the 'hot people scheming in Italy' canon, sitting comfortably alongside Call Me By Your Name and Purple Noon on a thousand summer-movie lists.