
1974 · Peter Watkins
How Edvard Munch has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Made for Norwegian and Swedish TV in 1974 after Watkins had been effectively frozen out of British broadcasting, it got a muted, wary reception at home — then its 1976 US theatrical run drew raves, and after decades of being hard to see it's now routinely called the greatest artist biopic ever made.
The perennial fight is whether its three-and-a-half hours are the whole point or a punishing ask — with defenders insisting every conventional biopic since owes it an apology.
It's the film cinephiles reflexively invoke whenever a new prestige artist biopic disappoints — 'just watch Edvard Munch' — and its haunted direct-to-camera glances from non-actors have become shorthand for how radical the docudrama form can be.
A canon-climbing deep cut and Letterboxd badge of honour: obscure enough to feel like a discovery, revered enough that four-and-a-half-star reviews pile up calling it the biopic to end all biopics.