The greatest Hollywood directors of all time
- The art of command
- Alfred Hitchcock: Terror with a British accent
- Orson Welles: The prodigy who infuriated the magnates
- Steven Spielberg: The sensitive blockbuster director who turned pop into prestige
- Stanley Kubrick: The emperor of the millimetric frame and cold soul
- Martin Scorsese: Catholic guilt, vices, and redemption at 24 frames per second
- Francis Ford Coppola: Opera, madness and helicopters over Vietnam
- Billy Wilder: The Austrian who understood Hollywood better than Hollywood itself
- Kathryn Bigelow: The director who turned testosterone into surgical precision
- John Ford: The tough guy who founded Western mythology
The art of command

It's not just about knowing where to place the camera. It's a matter of instinct, power, charisma, and mania. The best is usually a tyrant who films with tenderness or a visionary with the voice of a dictator. This is Hollywood: ego is part of the contract.
Alfred Hitchcock: Terror with a British accent

"My love for cinema is stronger than my morals," said the man who turned showers into death traps. Hitchcock didn’t need to show blood: his editing was art. His obsessions were as dense as his self-confidence. He controlled the set, the script, and even the viewer’s pupils.
Orson Welles: The prodigy who infuriated the magnates

Hollywood does not forgive the insolent. At 26, Orson Welles had already made history. 'Citizen Kane' was both his crown and his curse. He never regained total power. But every shot of his displays arrogance, intelligence, and pain. The system broke him, but did not erase him.
Steven Spielberg: The sensitive blockbuster director who turned pop into prestige

A mechanical shark that barely worked. An archaeologist with a whip. An alien with a glowing finger. Spielberg is the narrative Midas of the modern era. He films emotions with surgical precision, without losing humanity. And in Hollywood, folks, that's magic. The man completely understood film and its audience.
Stanley Kubrick: The emperor of the millimetric frame and cold soul

Few directors inspire as much fear as reverence. Kubrick didn’t just direct; he operated. He repeated takes until he shattered egos, sought symmetry as if it were paradise. Each of his movies seems to come from another planet. A cold, bright, cruel planet. There, Stanley was the sole inhabitant, with his Steadicam as a divine scepter.
Martin Scorsese: Catholic guilt, vices, and redemption at 24 frames per second

New York vibrates in his films. His characters do too: trembling, violent... so human to the point they frighten. Marty films sin as if he still feared hell. Perhaps that is why his films smell of a confessional? In any case, blessed be.
Francis Ford Coppola: Opera, madness and helicopters over Vietnam

1979. Filming 'Apocalypse Now'. The lead actor suffers a heart attack. The director, a panic attack. “This isn't a film about Vietnam. It’s Vietnam.” Coppola didn’t just film: he exorcised. At his peak, he was a romantic titan. In his downfall, a myth drowned in drink and debt.
Billy Wilder: The Austrian who understood Hollywood better than Hollywood itself

“I don't care if they win or lose, just that they're interesting.” That was Wilder’s mindset. Ironic, razor-sharp, deadly. His dialogues contain more venom than an entire season of soap operas. No one bared Hollywood's cynical soul with more grace.
Kathryn Bigelow: The director who turned testosterone into surgical precision

Explosions, tension, adrenaline. And no empty shouts. Bigelow directed 'The Hurt Locker' with the elegance of a surgeon and the pulse of a sniper. In a world of shouting men, she signed her Oscar without asking for permission. Director, producer, legend. An extra ten words because she absolutely deserves it.
John Ford: The tough guy who founded Western mythology

"John Ford, John Ford, and John Ford," said Orson Welles, and he wasn’t exaggerating. Ford created the aesthetics of the Western but also its poetry. He filmed horizons as if they were promises. And when he filmed men, they were the kind who bleed without crying. He was the one crying instead.