Like all great stories, and great films for that matter, THE DEAD is anything but simple. The layers are seemingly endless, like the skin of an onion. Filled with richly drawn and beautifully played characters, the late John Huston's last film is a fitting tribute both to Ireland and to James Joyce, whose story is translated to the screen with the kind of sensitivity that is not too often to be found in the cinema.
Taking as its central point an annual party given by Miss Kate and Miss Julia, two elderly Dubliners, this is a gentle drama of small folk, their lives and loves, their triumphs and tragedies.
No incident in the film changes the world, but the people in it are those who are for all time, and anyone viewing 'The Dead' cannot fail to be moved by it.
(A recent reviewer on the radio regretted that she had first seen the film before she was old enough fully to appreciate it. Older and wiser now, she was in raptures over the recent re-release.)
This minimalist classic, similar in many ways to my own personal favourite, 'Babette's Feast', must surely rank high in the list of movie greats.