b. February 3rd, 1939
d. July 2nd, 2016
You're lucky to make one great movie. Michael Cimino has made two—three, if I'm feeling generous (or my testosterone level is spiking). That parenthetical plays into the received wisdom that this divisive auteur is a case study in virility (of varying sorts) run amok—appropriate, I suppose, to the '70s Hollywood Film Brat Boys Club to which he kinda-sorta belongs. But in making my way, chronologically, through the seven features and one short he directed, as well as the two films he cowrote, a much more complicated picture emerged: of a sensitive man sublimating his early instincts and, potentially, his natural desires, ultimately cloaking them in spectacle, egotism and self-mythologizing.