
1984 · John Huston
How Under the Volcano has been received, argued over, and remembered.
In 1984 it landed as a respectable near-miss — Cannes competition slot, huge praise for Albert Finney, shrugs for the film around him. Decades on it's been quietly reclaimed as essential late Huston, with Finney's consul now routinely called one of the greatest portraits of alcoholism ever put on screen.
The eternal fight: can ANY film capture Malcolm Lowry's interior-monologue novel, or did Huston honourably film the only part of it that was filmable — Finney's face?
It survives in cinephile culture as the benchmark 'great drunk performance' — Finney playing blind-drunk without ever wobbling into caricature is the clip people reach for when that conversation starts.
A beloved-but-underseen late-Huston deep cut — the kind of film Letterboxd users discover via the 'unfilmable novels' rabbit hole and then evangelise about.