No filmmaker worth his or her salt would ever say any given film is the “best” they’ve ever seen. They might say this or that film is exceptional or blazing or extra-brilliant, but never “the best of all time”…bullshit.
You can have your little top-ten lists and champion your life-long favorites, but cinema is always shape-shifting…an impermanent feast…and the seas are always surging and receding, not to mention our mood pockets. And if anyone knew that it was Stanley Kubrick.
On top of which All That Jazz hasn’t aged well. It’s slick and cynical and very inside-baseball, but aimed at the none-too-brights…heavy handed, over-underlined. The “On Broadway” audition sequence is levitational but there’s too much “acting” going on in the second and third acts. Bob Fosse’s ironic points wear you down.
