Review of Barry Lyndon (1975) by Hiatt N — 17 Aug 2012

This film is strange: while watching it I was initially repulsed by the leisurely pace. I can quite often enjoy slow films, but this seemed to be excessive. I was taking the time to enjoy the incredible filmmaking, but I really felt the movie was carrying on much to slowly.

However, as Part Two started, I felt a panic in my chest and, after a moment, realized it was that the movie was half over. I didn't want it to end. I desperately explored the imagery and, an hour and half later, the movie ended.

I was crushed. I wanted MORE. I soon found myself reflecting on the gorgeous imagery and calm pacing, and realized that the pace and beauty of life in these times were accurately represented. All novels from the time drift along gently, never losing focus or a chance to embellish something beautiful.

To craft such a film is a staggering accomplishment. Mr. Kubrick has not just created the most beautiful film other made; he has created literature. There is no way to describe my attachment to this film: it is Kubrick's greatest film, the greatest film of the 1970's, and one of the greatest films of all time, easily.

Right in my top five.