
2012 · Michael Haneke
How Amour has been received, argued over, and remembered.
No reappraisal needed — it arrived canonised, winning the Palme d'Or in 2012 and the Foreign Language Oscar months later. If anything has shifted, it's that a film once discussed as awards-season event cinema is now discussed as an endurance test: the masterpiece people admit they can't bring themselves to rewatch.
The perennial fight: is this Haneke at his most tender, or the cinema's great cold clinician wearing compassion as a mask — is the detachment love or cruelty?
It's become cultural shorthand for 'the most devastating film ever made' — a fixture atop every 'saddest films' list and the standard dare in 'movies you can only watch once' threads. That it was a Best Picture nominee at all, an austere French-language chamber piece, remains one of the odder Oscar footnotes of the decade.
A locked-in piece of the 21st-century canon and a Letterboxd 'emotionally devastating' touchstone — universally rated, rarely revisited.