The joker's joker. An expert in on-set improvisation. It's not often mentioned that Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was originally an all-live- action...
A tragic waste of talent. His early films show wit, imagination and a lightness of touch wholly absent from the sordid exploitation...
In a two-line film review for the Guardian Guide, make a joke about Guy Ritchie fans confusing him with a scouring powder...
Always ‘the Master’. Single-handedly revolutionised the cinema with Citizen Kane, a film which tops every all-time greatest list but which nobody really...
The titan of trash. Make a joke about Divine and extra-strong mints. Now, alas, thoroughly absorbed into the mainstream. Jonathan Ross writes:...
The bard of back-to-basics. Shoots all his films on Super 8 with no cuts between scenes, using amateur actors in natural light...
The gentleman pornographer from the Low Countries. Mention that, despite its overwhelming similarity to a Playstation shoot-’em-up focus-grouped by Norman Tebbit, Starship...
The first scholar of Hollywood. His Cahiers du Cinema (literally: ‘Movie Jotters’) raised appreciation of the humble western to the level of...
Always ‘former video store nerd Quentin Tarantino’. As of spring 2004, he had seen every movie available on VHS twice over. An...
America’s conscience. Shares a ranch with Jane Fonda. In a wry article for the Daily Telegraph, always remark that though his films...
The audience’s director. The father of modern cinema. Always ‘the wide-eyed wunderkind’. Paradoxically, the eternal child of Hollywood is now making more...
The king of the fast-paced action montage. The stylist’s stylist. ‘Is it me or is it rather smokey in here?’ Raise the...
He may have learnt his trade pointing a camera at a sliced loaf, but that’s no reason to deny Hannibal entry to...
The director’s director. The streetfighting scholar of the silver screen. As of the year 2003, he had seen every film ever made...
A director from over here who did rather well over there. During rehearsals for Marathon Man, to acquire the appropriate look of...
The visual symphonist. Scourge of the establishment. His louche biopics of classical composers may have failed to impress the general public, critics...
Always ‘the unjustly overlooked Alan Rudolph’.
The duke of dismemberment. Mention that his zombie trilogy is at heart the most serious critique of modern America to emerge from...
The insider’s outsider. In a wry article for the Guardian Guide, either liken his editing technique to a food processor, or make...
Master of the four-hour longeur. When reviewing his masterpiece Celine and Julie Go Boating, be sure to remark: ‘Some time after the...
In a review of This Is Spinal Tap, refer to it as if it were a genuine documentary, and Spinal Tap a...
The sultan of splatter. In a review of his latest blockbuster, be sure to mention how far he’s come since the days...
Always ‘the Master’. Along with the indefatigable Emeric Pressburger, his films defined an era of robust British gentility, without which we surely...
His brilliance behind the camera will forever be overshadowed by his personal misfortune in front of it. We’re all guilty.
The viceroy of viscera. In a wry article for the Guardian Guide, point out that The Wild Bunch actually contains far less...
He knew better than anyone the dark, perverted heart beating at the centre of the Catholic church. Mention that, despite the contents...
Scourge of the establishment. In a wry article for the Guardian Guide, always say ‘like his fictional comedic namesake, he’s still angry!’...
The Primark Hitchcock. ‘Unfair! While it’s true that anyone with money and a megaphone could have made the shot-for-shot remake of Vertigo...
The unsung artisan of American angst. In an article on visual style, mention ‘frames within frames’. His deft, peek-a-boo camerawork lent a...
He may have learnt his trade pointing a camera at Simon le Bon on an elephant, but that’s no reason to deny...
While the Carry Ons, Confessions films et al are worthy only of pitying derision, the true film buff can find much to...
The stylist’s stylist. Yet there’s so much more to his oeuvre than the rolled-up jacket sleeve and mirrored sunglass of popular cliché.
Cinema’s mysterious recluse. Makes just one film every 16 1/2 years, but every one is a masterpiece. For aesthetic reasons, only shoots...
The wing-commander of weird. Never happier than when filming scenes of oxygen-fuelled rape, thuggish violence and steamy lesbo-dwarf sex, yet is physically...
The Dead End Kid who married Gloria Vanderbilt and never looked back. The actor’s director. A master technician, who thinks nothing of...
A terrible waste of talent. ‘Ah, but though eighty percent of his oeuvre is undeniably formulaic pap, is he not Hollywood’s only...
A director from over there who did rather well over here. He brought speeded-up film back out of the silent age to...
Always ‘the Master’. Would think nothing of spending a fortnight on getting a three-second seascape shot just so. More fond of trains...
With The Blues Brothers, he took the one Saturday Night Live sketch with no discernible jokes, and turned it into a multi-million...
The doyen of disembowelment. A greater influence on Hollywood than Hitchcock and Truffaut combined. ‘He borrowed our mise-en-scene, now we’re borrowing it...
The middle-brow’s middle-brow. Always ‘that bearded recluse, the shy, indefatigable Stanley Kubrick’. Perennially mistreated by his countrymen, he sought refuge from the...
The controversial Irish firebrand. Roguish male punters should allude to the lasting impression made by an adolescent encounter with Danielle Dax in...
The gay Spike Lee. Scourge of the establishment. Would think nothing of making a Pig Latin musical in which Michelangelo is transported...
The Grand Moff of gore. In a review of his latest blockbuster, be sure to mention how far he’s come since the...
The harbourmaster of heritage. His chocolate box recreations of our colonial past are now so internationally renowned they are in danger of...
The erstwhile brigadier of bachelor rudery has grown up to become the chief petty officer of children’s slapstick. In a wry profile...
Always ‘the Master’. His influence remains so all-pervasive in modern cinema it is perfectly possible to write a wry article about his...
Always ‘the steely-eyed Teutonic polymath’. Never felt a film was worthwhile if it didn’t involve hypnotising his all-dwarf cast to drag a...
The middle-brow’s middle-brow. Creates visual enigmas rather than films in the conventional, Hollywood sense. Has a knowledge of the classical painters so...
The cold-hearted romantic. Who else but Godard could take a minor Gregory Peck western, strip it apart shot by shot, then reassemble...
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