Dir. Stanley Kubrick (1975).
The loveliest of Kubrick films—indeed, the lone Kubrick movie to invite that adjective—visualizes the late 18th century as a death-haunted realm of perpetual summer, its grand empty spaces inhabited by the zombie likes of Ryan O’Neal and Marisa Berenson. Barry Lyndon could be Kubrick’s masterpiece; certainly this cerebral, melancholy action film represents the height of his craft.
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This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on December 28, 2011