
1975 · Stanley Kubrick
How Barry Lyndon has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Dismissed by many 1975 critics as gorgeous but glacial — a 'coffee-table movie,' Pauline Kael sniffed — and a box-office disappointment in the US, it's since been reappraised so completely that plenty of cinephiles (Scorsese among its loudest champions) now call it Kubrick's finest film.
The eternal fight: is it Kubrick's true masterpiece or three hours of exquisite wallpaper — 'boring' vs 'you just don't get the point of the slowness' is a permanent cinephile skirmish.
The candlelit interiors and painterly slow zooms are cinema shorthand for 'every frame a painting' — virtually any lavish period drama since gets measured against it, and its NASA-lens legend is one of film Twitter's most retold production stories.
A textbook canon climber: from footnote in the Kubrick filmography to Letterboxd-era darling that now routinely tops 'best Kubrick' polls.