The Brady Rave: taking in the rapturous first reactions to Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist

Adrien Brody and Felicity Jones in Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist.
Adrien Brody and Felicity Jones in Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist.

As the watchlist numbers skyrocket, Rafa Sales Ross is on the ground at Venice to unpack the sensational response to the world premiere of Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist.

At around 9pm on the first Saturday of the Venice Film Festival, dozens of audience poured into the sinewy streets around the Palazzo Casinó, all too aware of the ticking clock behind them. Inside the cinema room, a holding slide depicted an old picture of a large wedding party. Hovering about the people in the photo, the word “intermission,” and a timer counting down.

The buzz one could feel during the fifteen-minute intermission for Brady Corbet’s much-anticipated epic The Brutalist felt it belonged to that one room and the people who got to experience it together. But soon, the crowd poured into those streets again, and the conversation around the film began to spread. Alongside Corbet’s name, voices echoed the ones of Martin Scorsese, Francis Ford Coppola and Paul Thomas Anderson. The word “masterpiece” was swirling in the air. A storm was brewing.

Inside the buzzing room during The Brutalist’s intermission. — Photographer… Rafa Sales Ross
Inside the buzzing room during The Brutalist’s intermission. Photographer… Rafa Sales Ross

Corbet’s first feature film since 2018’s Vox Lux spans 30 years in the life of Adrien Brody’s László Tóth, a Jewish architect who left his native Hungary for the United States to escape the horrors of the Holocaust. The Brutalist chronicles Tóth’s quest to reunite with his beloved wife Erzsébet (Felicity Jones) and the aftermath of a meeting that will forever change the course of his life: the one with magnate Harrison Lee Van Buren (Guy Pearce). Other cast include Joe Alwyn, Isaach de Bankolé, Alessandro Nivola and Corbet’s longtime collaborators Stacy Martin and Raffey Cassidy.

If the buildings imagined by Tóth bear the harsh lines of classic Bauhaus, The Brutalist’s Letterboxd ratings curve emulates the tall curves of Oscar Niemeyer’s modernist architecture—the cusp elegantly leaning towards that elusive five stars. “This is one of the films that comes along once every few years and reminds you why you fell in love with the art in the first place,” gushes Rue; “If there were a Nobel Prize for films, Corbet’s The Brutalist would have to receive one,” adds Patrick.

The 215-minute sprawling epic, shot in luscious VistaVision and projected in Venice in a gorgeous 70mm print (weighing a whopping 300 pounds), reminded Letterboxd of the pleasures of celluloid. “70mm screening with an overture, an intermission and an epilogue? FILM IS ALIVE,” Ivana celebrates in a sentiment Zinc echoes: “70mm film captures the grandeur and majestic architecture shaped by the architect’s vision, seamlessly blending the essence of celluloid with the timeless weight of history.” For Edward, the experience was akin to striking gold: “First film I’ve ever watched in 70mm. It is just amazing how it transposed me to another dimension.”

Almost 15,000 Letterboxd added The Brutalist to their Letterboxd watchlists within the 24 hours after the first responses dropped online. With the film this early in its festival run and still without a release date, those lucky enough to have seen it at the premiere have tried to quench others' curiosity by finding points of reference to various beloved works. It doesn’t take long scouring Letterboxd reviews to find several comparisons to Coppola’s The Godfather, Anderson’s There Will Be Blood, Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon and even Jonathan Glazer’s recent Oscar-winning The Zone of Interest. “You’re going to see endless hyperbolic comparisons to The Godfather and There Will Be Blood, and they are 100% fucking correct,” says John, with Saverio adding, “Paul Thomas Anderson’s stylistic perfection and Sergio Leone’s and Michael Cimino’s ability to narrate the United States. Masterpiece.”

The Brutalist has earned comparisons to masterpieces from The Godfather (1972) to There Will Be Blood (2007) and more.
The Brutalist has earned comparisons to masterpieces from The Godfather (1972) to There Will Be Blood (2007) and more.

This parallel to Coppola and Leone also lends itself to The Brutalist’s runtime. At the Venice press conference, Corbet was asked what he thought about the general audience’s perceived resistance to films over two hours. His response is one of the greatest to come out of the (frankly quite dull) runtime debate: “I think it’s quite silly to have a conversation about runtime because that’s like criticizing a book that has 700 pages instead of 100 pages. I’ve read great novellas and I’ve read longer masterpieces. Maybe the next film I make will be 45 minutes, and I should be allowed to do that; everyone should. The idea that we should fit into a box is silly. We should be past that, it’s 2024.”

Euan is one of many Letterboxd to say he didn’t feel the three and a half hours go by, highlighting how the film is “perfectly partitioned, with the epilogue serving as an ode to architecture and the beauty of what is all around us.” “This 3.5-hour film felt shorter than most 2-hour movies I’ve seen this week,” Henry agrees, with Fedor stating he didn’t feel “a single second of boredom.”

In fact, many have praised the film’s pacing and Dávid Jancsó’s sharp ability for montage. The Hungarian editor is one of many of the film’s technical team who get loving mentions on Letterboxd. “Cinematographer Lol Crawley accomplished a posh yet layered blend of compositions, choices of lens and lightings that were just as marvellous. Daniel Blumberg’s score enhanced the already rich supervision,” raves Maxine, with James saying adding that “this is a film that could’ve coasted by on its vivid and layered compositions, plus a literally banging score [by] Daniel Blumberg.”

Film festivals are infamously a land of hyperbole, and many are rightfully wary. But, every once in a blue moon, a film comes along that merits a response as grand as the work itself. Plus, isn’t it lovely to see instantly besotted cinephiles so vividly reminded of why they love movies? Give me rushed “masterpiece” statements over jadedness any day.


The Brutalist’ continues its festival run this month with screenings at TIFF and NYFF before a to-be-dated release.

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