It seems premature to christen Brady Corbet's epic The Brutalist a cinematic classic.
Such an accolade usually comes with time, but the film's sweep, scale and echoes from other titles that have earned that illustrious label — The Godfather, particularly, in its first half — means no other phrase will do. Coppola's mafia saga is just over 50 years old and we're still lapping it up. It’s hard to imagine Corbet's film not being watched and admired well into the second half of this century and beyond.
