
1983 · Robert Bresson
How L'Argent has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Jeered by parts of the Cannes crowd in 1983 — even as Orson Welles handed the 82-year-old Bresson a directing prize shared with Tarkovsky's Nostalghia — it's now routinely canonised as one of the greatest final films any director ever made.
The eternal Bresson split: is the radical austerity and flat, non-actor delivery transcendent purity or alienating coldness — and is this his masterpiece or just his bleakest film?
It's the perennial trump card in 'greatest final film' debates, and its money-changing-hands close-ups are a touchstone for a whole lineage of austere European cinema, Michael Haneke's included.
A 'you must have seen this' pillar of the serious-cinephile canon — the capstone that every Bresson deep-dive builds toward.