
1950 · Jean Cocteau
How Orpheus has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Embraced on release as the rare avant-garde film that worked as a proper movie, it never needed rescuing — it went more or less straight into the art-house canon and has stayed the standard reference point for poetic cinema ever since.
The perennial cinephile squabble is whether this or Beauty and the Beast is Cocteau's masterpiece — with a side debate over whether his dreamy mythologizing is profound or just gorgeous self-mythology.
The image of a hand pushing through a rippling mirror is one of cinema's most borrowed effects — every mirror-as-portal in film and music video owes it something — and the line about mirrors being 'the doors through which Death comes and goes' gets endlessly quoted.
A Criterion-enshrined art-house staple and a 'you must see this' for anyone getting into French cinema, it remains a Letterboxd favourite whose leather-clad, motorcycle-escorted Death is a recurring cinephile crush.