
1967 · František Vláčil
How Marketa Lazarová has been received, argued over, and remembered.
At home it was admired but barely travelled — for decades it was the masterpiece almost nobody outside Czechoslovakia had seen. A restoration and a 2013 Criterion release finally globalised it, and it's now routinely mentioned alongside Andrei Rublev as the medieval art-film summit.
The eternal fight: is the fractured, disorienting storytelling the whole point, or is this a staggeringly beautiful film that's borderline impossible to follow on first watch?
Its snowbound, brutal black-and-white imagery — wolves, mud, fur, frost — has become shorthand for 'medieval cinema done right,' the benchmark people invoke whenever a new dark-ages film gets praised for feeling authentically filthy and cold.
Voted the greatest Czech film of all time in a 1998 poll of Czech critics, and on Letterboxd it's a badge-of-honour deep cut — the 'you haven't really done the canon until you've seen this' pick.