A compilation of must-see movies is like a palimpsest, revised with each generation, and often, those lists handily daisy-chain auteurs and films: If you dug uppercase A, you’ll dig lowercase a. But what happened to Dillinger is Dead? Since being certified a masterpiece by the likes of Jean-Luc Godard and Cahiers du cinema in 1969, Marco Ferreri’s controversial humdinger has been largely AWOL on most tastemakers’ radars. Until now. His minimalist satire on modern alienation will shake the cobwebs and explode on New York screens tomorrow (and screens nationwide as the year unfurls) in its first stateside release.
