
1972 · George Roy Hill
How Slaughterhouse-Five has been received, argued over, and remembered.
A modest box-office performer in 1972 despite winning the Jury Prize at Cannes, it slipped into the shadow of Hill's Butch Cassidy and The Sting — and is now quietly reappraised as one of the rare 'unfilmable novel' adaptations that actually works.
Film fans still argue whether it's the great forgotten Vonnegut adaptation or proof that Vonnegut's voice — the narrator, the irony, the 'so it goes' — can't survive the leap to the screen.
Its cultural footprint runs through the cutting room: Dede Allen's time-jumping match cuts became a touchstone for editors, and Glenn Gould's Bach on the soundtrack gives it a strange, chilly elegance people still cite.
A beloved-but-forgotten curio — the film Vonnegut devotees and editing nerds insist you must see, sitting just outside the official '70s canon.