The Aviator →

The scene where Hepburn breaks up with Hughes is a masterclass. She tells him, with devastating honesty, that he is "a man who washes his hands until they bleed." She loves him, but she cannot drown with him. Blanchett won the Oscar, and watching the film again, it’s clear she deserved it for that single scene alone. The Aviator ends on a haunting note. Hughes, now fully lost to his compulsions, sits alone in a dark room, whispering the words of his younger self: “The way of the future. The way of the future. The way of the future.”

If you haven't seen it since 2004, or if you dismissed it as "just another biopic," do yourself a favor. Put it on. Turn up the volume. And prepare to watch a man fly so high that the air runs out. the aviator

It is brutal to watch. We go from the sleek, art-deco skies of the 1930s to the sticky, sweaty hell of a single room. Scorsese doesn’t allow us to look away. He forces us to realize that the man who built planes that broke the sound barrier couldn’t open a bathroom door without a bar of soap as a shield. Visually, the film is a feast. Scorsese and cinematographer Robert Richardson used a specific color grading process to mimic the look of early two-strip Technicolor for the 1920s/30s sequences—giving the skin tones a pale, ghostly, almost unrealistic hue. Then, as we move into the 1940s, the palette shifts to saturated, deep reds and blues. The scene where Hepburn breaks up with Hughes