the late Tim Curry<\/a>\u2019s demonic Darkness, who is a much scarier tall monster-thing than Prometheus\u2019 bland Engineers.<\/p>\n\n\tWe should note the great split in Scott\u2019s filmography. The movies in the first half of his career are overwhelmingly beautiful even when they\u2019re bad. In 2001, right between Hannibal and Black Hawk Down, the beauty fades, replaced by impeccable efficiency. The reasons for this transformation are personal and institutional: His emerging preference for multiple cameras per setup, a medium-wide shift from celluloid to digital, a globo-cultural evolution toward shakier photography and fast editing. Scott insists a speedy pace keep his actors loose. But the worst shot in Legend is prettier than anything in Prometheus\u2019 3D-shot murk.<\/p>\n
\t19.\u00a0Someone to Watch Over Me\u00a0(1987)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\n\tIn Paul M. Sammon\u2019s Ridley Scott biography, the director sounds abashed about this adulterous cop drama. \u201cI figured I\u2019d better go down a route of being normal,\u201d he explains, \u201cafter what happened with Legend and Blade Runner.\u201d Tom Berenger, who my brilliant wife recently described as an \u201coaf,\u201d plays a married policeman from Queens tasked with bodyguarding an Upper East Side murder witness. Mimi Rogers is the glamourous socialite wearing high fashion to the Guggenheim. Back in the borough, Lorraine Bracco rocks denim to fix the family car. The fact that the \u201cboring\u201d wife is still a knockout says a lot about Scott\u2019s instincts. But there\u2019s a warmth, and fire, in Bracco\u2019s performance. Thelma & Louise starts early when this wronged woman lets out her jilted rage at a gun range, shooting a dozen bullets in the male-shaped target\u2019s crotch region.<\/p>\n
\t18.\u00a0House of Gucci\u00a0(2021)<\/p>\n
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Remember how I said Scott lets his biggest stars do anything? In this family business docu-melodrama, Adam Driver\u2019s prissy diffidence clashes off Lady Gaga\u2019s ee-Tal-ee-yan operatics, and then there\u2019s Jared Leto\u2019s bald cap, Salma Hayek\u2019s goony psychic, Jeremy Irons\u2019 aristocratic affect and Al Pacino bringing Style Shakespeare. The effect is like pastels and browns together, more garish than stylish. But, just like in Someone to Watch Over Me, the wealth looks both intoxicating and corrosive.<\/p>\n
\t17.5. \u201c1984\u201d Apple Commercial (1984)<\/p>\n
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He barely knew what a Macintosh was. The product wasn\u2019t important. The ad needed to sell a feeling. A mass of skinheads march in gray-blue conformity under Big Brother\u2019s eye. There is a hammer-throwing woman, her blonde hair and red shorts as incongruously colorful as the stewardess uniform Allison Janney wears in Dog Stars. Marketing computers with Orwellian imagery was quite a prophecy. But I think even the most fervent socialist can enjoy a couple hours watching Scott\u2019s commercial work. Today, advertising is the bleeding edge of the slop revolution. \u201c1984\u201d was an artful mainstream Super Bowl sensation when Blade Runner was still just a mangled failure.<\/p>\n
\t17.\u00a0White Squall\u00a0(1996)<\/p>\n
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Natural to assume Scott only cared about the storm. The titular tempest ravages the school-ship Albatross for 15 minutes, a set piece accomplished with jet engines blasting gale-force winds into a water tank. But don\u2019t underrate the lush sweetness of this historical seaquest\u2019s first hour and a half. Crusty skipper-principal Jeff Bridges guides teen misfits to find themselves on the open water. The dudes fight, party, cry, catch STDs and learn teamwork. (The young cast includes pre-pinup Ryan Phillippe and J. Paul Getty\u2019s great-grandson Balthazar.) I worry Squall\u2019s failure led Scott to cowboy up too much, ramping into hard-core action for his whole next phase. A certain plotless resplendence departs after White Squall, though you can spot it inDog Stars whenever Jacob Elordi flies his sad plane.<\/p>\n
\t16.5. \u201cBoy and Bicycle\u201d (1965)<\/p>\n
\n\tScott\u2019s first tale of wandering teen self-discovery was his first anything ever. His little brother Tony stars in this short film as the boy skipping school to ride around Hartlepool. The younger Scott also grew into a filmmaker, with his own pop-kaleidoscopic style, before dying by suicide in 2012. All of which makes this family self-portrait (Mum and Dad appear, also) unbearably poignant. \u201cI will remember now when I\u2019m 80,\u201d Tony says, reading dialogue written by Ridley. \u201cI\u2019ll look back at this day, this very minute, and remember that I said I would, and it\u2019ll all be like yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\t16.\u00a0The Last Duel\u00a0(2021)<\/p>\n
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Duel\u2019s duel is the main event here, just like Squall\u2019s squall. The climactic knight-on-knight trial-by-slaying runs eight grueling minutes, the most brutal fight Scott has ever staged. By the time that face-off starts, you understand that Matt Damon\u2019s stern husband and Adam Driver\u2019s malicious flirt are both dumb maniacs. Jodie Comer is the woman caught between them, assaulted by men and the male-dominated system. Scott often downplays his apparent themes of female empowerment, though he basically made his first #MeToo movie in 1991. Even more than G.I. Jane, Duel is a tense showdown between Macho Ridley and Feminist Ridley, a muscular tale of warriors too pitiful to notice the woman they think they love despises them.<\/p>\n
\t15.\u00a0Alien: Covenant\u00a0(2017)<\/p>\n
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Michael Fassbender\u2019s David is the great achievement of Scott\u2019s later years. True, in Prometheus, he\u2019s an obvious mix of previous androids. He lab-rats his colleagues, like Alien\u2019s Ash, while exuding the Luciferian patricidal sorrow of Blade Runner\u2019s Roy Batty. Covenant evolves him into a full-blown inventor-artist. The leaner, meaner sequel has its predecessor\u2019s problems: boring gray planet, blackfuzz effects, a bizarre inability to find a halfway-decent Ripley replacement. Things turn hallucinogenic as David takes the spotlight. When he creates his new life form, it\u2019s an authorial confession. Didn\u2019t Ridley Scott make an alien, too?<\/p>\n
\t14.\u00a0The Martian\u00a0(2015)<\/p>\n
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Or maybe I\u2019m wrong about that. The xenomorph was H.R. Giger\u2019s design, after all. A good director must delegate. Plan well, hire smart, manage, collaborate. So maybe Scott\u2019s real stand-in is his other stranded star-man, disco-hating astronaut Mark Watney, who responds to the unfathomable dangers of space with an iterative workflow. \u201cYou solve one problem,\u201d he explains, \u201cand then you solve another one.\u201d Matt Damon\u2019s can-do Crusoe is never really alone, and this interplanetary rescue can meander when it leaves Mars to check in with ever-helpful support staffs. I have to admit, though, this crowd-pleaser is the Ridley Scott movie that makes me cry most uncontrollably. The final set piece \u2014 when Mark\u2019s fellow astronauts, NASA\u2019s scientists and everyone on Earth seems to extend a collective hand to bring our lost brother home \u2014\u00a0is as hopeful as Scott ever gets.<\/p>\n
\t13.\u00a0Gladiator\u00a0(2000)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Because he has always been cool, it\u2019s easy to miss how eccentric some of Scott\u2019s choices are. Like the snowy \u201cfloating fluff\u201d he introduced in Legend, cool-looking air particles of uncertain origin that recur in Gladiator\u2019s Germania. Or the Hans Zimmer-Lisa Gerrard song that ends this Roman bloodbath, its lyrics written in an invented language. Consider the unlikely casting. Russell Crowe was L.A. Confidential\u2019s brute and The Insider\u2019s rumpled whistleblower, not obvious material for a sword-and-sandal protagonist. Joaquin Phoenix was an indie-looking weirdo fresh off the porno-noir 8mm. Scott put them in togas, told them to talk British, minted two new movie stars, and got the comeback hit of his lifetime. There are issues. Crowe has no chemistry with Connie Nielsen. The once-landmark CGI has aged poorly as any CGI. Maximus reveals his true identity with an hour left in the runtime, and I will never understand why Commodus doesn\u2019t instantly assassinate him 10 times before breakfast. The films left on this list feature more of Scott\u2019s unique flair. But Gladiator kept him in the arena.<\/p>\n
\t12.\u00a0Matchstick Men\u00a0(2003)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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On first sight, another failed comedy. Nicolas Cage is the head-case con artist teaching his trade to his long-lost daughter. Alison Lohman isn\u2019t a convincing teenager, which makes her performance sneakily amazing, because the obvious twist I must spoil is she\u2019s not playing a teenager at all. Cage is another lonely man in an empty house \u2014 not a tyrant this time but a parasite, smoking cigarettes in his living room, watching sunlight reflect off the pool he never uses. Scott observes all his long and short cons with wry exuberance. So it\u2019s only on rewatch you understand you\u2019re watching a scammer getting scammed\u00a0\u2014\u00a0and that someone is trapping him in the replicant version of happiness. Intriguing right down to the final ambiguous fadeout.<\/p>\n
\t11. American Gangster (2007)<\/p>\n
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A pinnacle product of the efficiency era, in part because it\u2019s so dedicated to efficiency. Denzel Washington\u2019s Frank Lucas can shoot a man in broad daylight, but his real genius is for economics. \u201cMy company sells a product that\u2019s better than the competition,\u201d he explains, \u201cat a price that\u2019s lower than the competition.\u201d The most American thing about this gangster is his global operation, with imports from Thailand via the helpful infrastructure of the Vietnam War. Who knows if any of this really happened. The embroidered history gets fuzzier on the procedural side, with Russell Crowe as the cop who certainly did not arrest Frank in real life. It\u2019s still riveting to watch the two stars finally stare down. And you know Scott admires the monastic rigidity of Frank\u2019s lifestyle: Waking at 5 a.m., never being the loudest guy in the room, fussing like a Getty over bloodspots on his $25,000 alpaca rug.<\/p>\n
\t10. Black Rain (1989)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Crowe tries for Serpico with his half of Gangster, all mumble-mouthed nobility in a corrupt NYPD. Cool authenticity, guy. Now marvel at Michael Douglas as Nick Conklin, a New York cop with perfect hair and rad bike skills, sent to Osaka when a Yakuza supervillain spoils Nick\u2019s lunchtime scotch with bloody execution. \u201cSometimes you gotta forget your head and grab your balls!\u201d is his investigative wisdom. Black Rain would be hilarious if it wasn\u2019t ravishing. Filming in genuine locations before the troubled production had to find Japan in California, cinematographer Jan de Bont developed a grounded variation on Scott\u2019s earlier dystopias, all industrial sparks and spotlight fans. As the doomed partner, Andy Garcia sings karaoke. One bad guy wields a sword from his Suzuki. Only the sheerest spectacle is welcome in this top 10, and Black Rain is the film for anyone who wishes Scott just kept making Blade Runners.<\/p>\n
\t9.\u00a0Black Hawk Down\u00a0(2001)<\/p>\n
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Reasonable to wonder if this technical achievement missed a moral point. Mark Bowden\u2019s book reached for Somalian perspectives on the Battle of Mogadishu. This adaptation mostly sticks to the American soldiers, which is how Black Hawk Down exuded a whiff of hoo-rah nationalism a few months after 9\/11. I think the main purpose was clarity. How to tell the massive story of an operation going wrong, following dozens of soldiers through a broken city? Given the onscreen tumult, the result is a feat of organization. You always remember which guy went deaf from gunfire and who lost a finger. (Helps that so many of the young actors became famous \u2014\u00a0and that the characters wear their last names on their helmets, definitely not standard operating procedure.) Kinetic momentum makes Black Hawk Down Scott\u2019s ultimate pivot \u2014\u00a0his visuals would never be painterly again \u2014\u00a0but it also proved he wasn\u2019t slowing down in middle age.<\/p>\n
\t8.\u00a0Hannibal\u00a0(2001)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Three people who won Oscars for The Silence of the Lambs refused to touch this follow-up, revolted by the novel\u2019s gory flamboyance. Scott had no qualms. On a gallop between Gladiator and Black Hawk Down, he embraced the Florentine adventures of Anthony Hopkins\u2019 cannibal gourmand as an opportunity for elegant dark comedy. The grotesquerie of Alien and Legend finds an unexpected home here: Besides the man-eating Sardinian hogs, there\u2019s Gary Oldman as Mason Verger, a skin-grafted wealthmonster (and possible old queen) seeking orgasmic vengeance on his onetime tormentor. The boys have all the fun, so Julianne Moore\u2019s Clarice Starling can\u2019t match Jodie Foster\u2019s toughness. But the script (co-written by male artifact David Mamet) situates her in a Jane-scape of D.C. omni-predators. What happens to Ray Liotta\u2019s brain is immortal, but don\u2019t miss the telling detail (not in the book) when Lecter buys Starling shoes. Of course, they\u2019re Gucci.<\/p>\n
\t7.\u00a0Kingdom of Heaven\u00a0(2005)<\/p>\n
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Conventional wisdom has turned against director\u2019s cuts, but you can\u2019t understand Scott without them. It\u2019s the dreamiest thing about him: This all-business craftsman who spends press tours promising an extra glistening hour of hidden runtime. We\u2019re moving into that realm now, a holy land of rediscovered subplots where flops become masterpieces. To be specific, the Director\u2019s Cut Roadshow Version of this Crusader chronicle adds almost 50 minutes. Yet it moves faster than the stale theatrical release. Orlando Bloom is still a blank as baby knight Balian, but further context makes it clear he\u2019s dead inside \u2014 that he\u2019s a zombie of grief, mourning his dead wife and killing his own corrupt brother before setting off for redemption in polycultural Jerusalem. The city is a dream that cannot last, a hothouse of inter-Abrahamic religious turmoil, with peace barely kept by leprous King Baldwin IV (voiced by Edward Norton behind a steel mask). Baldwin\u2019s the Mason Verger of goodness, and Syrian actor Ghassan Massoud is his equally impressive opposing moral force as the legendary (yet pragmatic) sultan Saladin. Real-world extremist factions bristled at the suggestion that moderates get pulled to violence by extremists. It would be hard to make this movie today, was hard to make it then. Ridley Scott just did it, and wound up with his most soulful epic.<\/p>\n
\t6.\u00a0The Counselor\u00a0(2013)<\/p>\n
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\n\tThis borderland noir is the great bizarre colossus of Scott\u2019s 21st century, his most enigmatic mystery since he gave up on unicorns. It is also the movie \u2014 written by one of the great American novelists! \u2014\u00a0where a woman fucks a Ferrari. Fassbender plays a lawyer without a name caught in a drug deal nobody explains. Loud-shirted Javier Bardem and cowboy-hatted Brad Pitt keep warning him horror is coming. Pen\u00e9lope Cruz is his girlfriend, perfect and saintly. Cameron Diaz owns cheetahs and may be part-cheetah? It\u2019s possible Scott thought Cormac McCarthy\u2019s screenplay was another No Country for Old Men. (A skeptical corner of Ridley Studies dismisses a dozen of his features as failed bites at the best director Oscar.) I think he just got swept away by the language. The longer Counselor cut doesn\u2019t add in much story and doesn\u2019t feature the script\u2019s mind-expanding pregnancy reveal. It just makes the dialogues and monologues much longer. The effect is hypnotic, as close as Scott ever gets to a Richard Linklater movie. It\u2019s a guys-sitting-around-talking chatfest, but on the edge of inconceivable violence. My god, what The Counselor does to human heads.<\/p>\n
\t5.\u00a0Napoleon\u00a0(2023)<\/p>\n
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The Kingdom of Heaven director\u2019s cut clarifies that historic tale\u2019s tragic sincerity. Given an extra 48 minutes, Napoleon just gets nastier and funnier. (At last, we get the Emperor\u2019s hemorrhoids!) Joaquin Phoenix plays Bonaparte as Scott\u2019s ultimate matchstick man, a gifted strategist and political chancer driven by enough self-delusion to pull a country under his spell. Joaquin Phoenix\u2019s frowny monotone \u2014 always starting a conversation as if waking up from nap \u2014\u00a0is a performance inside a performance. Watch closely to realize he\u2019s a Commodus pretending to be a Maximus, desperate for everyone to keep telling him he\u2019s the most important thing in the world. What cheek, to turn this Great Man biopic into a masochistic relationship two-hander! Vanessa Kirby\u2019s Jos\u00e9phine is Napoleon\u2019s co-conspirator, victim, tormentor, chief critic and most adoring audience. Some history nuts rebelled against the air of farce. Come on. \u201cYou think you\u2019re so great because you have boats!\u201d is a perfect line of dialogue, and so is \u201cDestiny has brought me this lamb chop!\u201d<\/p>\n
\t4.\u00a0The Duellists\u00a0(1977)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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This masterful debut intersects through Napoleon\u2019s timeline, following two soldiers from the Bonaparte regime\u2019s early highs through the Russian disaster into the royal restoration. Harvey Keitel is the mustached madman panting to challenge whoever affronts his honor. Keith Carradine plays the more sober gent, who gradually gets infected by his enemy\u2019s mania. They keep meeting over the years, splitting each other open in duels that turn ornate and visceral. They hate each other, but there\u2019s a companionship there, too, and a violent absurdity that gives order to their lives and chaotic times. Unbelievably spry for a costume drama, The Duellists also carries a satiric tone reflecting Scott\u2019s early Kubrick fixation. Oddly enough, his first feature is also his most elegiac, tracking both men from the ambitions of youth to the disappointments of middle-age. The first defining Ridley Scott visual: When a woman realizes her man prefers his soldier-boy rivalry to a loving relationship, she writes \u201cGoodbye\u201d in lipstick on his sword.<\/p>\n
\t3.\u00a0Thelma & Louise\u00a0(1991)<\/p>\n
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Just what was the British poet of post-modern urban decay doing way out west, following a couple redheads on their green Thunderbird into the great wide open? Why, just making the most exuberant movie of his whole career. Callie Khouri won an Oscar for her righteous, angry, outrageously fun screenplay. Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis are the girlfriends whose vacation turns violent after an attempted sexual assault leads to an act of killing. They make for Mexico down the open highway, staying the hell away from Texas. Brad Pitt and Michael Madsen are convincing enough love interests in a motel interlude \u2014\u00a0one a golden rascal, the other a soulful sad sack. From there, Scott tracks the women through a complex transformation. They tuck sleeveless shirts into matching jeans, buy or steal hats from men, take on a cop, blow up a predator-driver\u2019s truck, get sunburnt as the red rocks of Moab. \u201cSomething\u2019s crossed over in me and I can\u2019t go back,\u201d Thelma says. \u201cI don\u2019t ever remember feeling this awake.\u201d I would never say that living lawless turns them into lesbians \u2014\u00a0sometimes a kiss is just a kiss \u2014\u00a0but it\u2019s undeniable that their doomed odyssey is also a grand transition to a more elevated state of being. Call it liberation.<\/p>\n
\t2.\u00a0Blade Runner\u00a0(1982)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\n\tPhilip K. Dick was a very funny novelist who saw the true future where technology would make no one happy and turn humans less human. This first screen adaptation of his writing isn\u2019t funny at all. Little properly happens. Harrison Ford was right to worry about his lead role, I think, this punching-bag detective with a square tie and a bad haircut. The film\u2019s passion belongs with the replicants he\u2019s hunting, especially Rutger Hauer\u2019s Roy Batty, desperate for more life, and Sean Young\u2019s Rachel, realizing her own unreality on the fly. The mysteries are bottomless because the oft-reworked script scraped away context and clarity, a process completed when the director\u2019s cut removed explanatory narration. It makes no sense that Deckard is a replicant, unless a lot of people are secretly replicants, which makes total sense, but why?<\/p>\n
\n\tBlade Runner\u2019s world invites so many theories, I think, because every frame feels so alive. Storms over noodle markets, exotic dancers in hockey masks, feats of Los Angeles architecture repurposed for metropolitan degeneration, the persistence of Coca-Cola. Here\u2019s the cradle of life for so many aesthetics: music videos, cyberpunk, video games, retro-future. We\u2019re seven years past the film\u2019s 2019, and you could say Los Angeles isn\u2019t quite so bad \u2014 except when it\u2019s on fire, or out of water, or unaffordable, or perma-gridlocked, or invaded by masked jackboots, or doomed by artificial intelligence. Scott\u2019s most impressive achievement is how Blade Runner\u2019s bleakness offers a strange comfort, as dazzling as Vangelis\u2019 synth-celestial score. The director can\u2019t lie to us about our chances, but he promises splendor in the decline. Darkness thick as black rain, beauty infinite as the kingdom of heaven.<\/p>\n
\t1. Alien\u00a0(1979)\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\n\tYou have to remember that the Nostromo is just carrying a bunch of jobbers on a bum gig, towing ore roundabout Zeta Reticuli, before the bosses send them to a death planet for a salvage run. Note the professional coziness in the shipmates\u2019 introduction. The gearheads played by Yaphet Kotto and Harry Dean Stanton, both lovable instantaneously, bring up the bonus situation. Tom Skerritt\u2019s captain is amused but withdrawn. Sigourney Weaver\u2019s heroic final-girlism is a famously slow reveal, masked in part because Vanessa Cartwright\u2019s Lambert is initially more endearingly laconic. (Told to suit up for a methane storm, Lambert deadpans: \u201cSwell.\u201d) I forget how capable John Hurt\u2019s Kane seems before his face gets hugged, how Ian Holm\u2019s Ash comes off more humane than protocol-mouthing Ripley. It\u2019s true that James Cameron\u2019s follow-up, also perfect, features a wilder bunch of jarheads. But the ensuing sequels always overthink the concept of their crews: prisoners, mercenaries, scientists, colonists, teens in love. Alien\u2019s victims are just regular everyday space people. Want to love them more? They have a cat.<\/p>\n
\n\tThey\u2019re also expendable meat for the corporate churn. The alien hunts them, but that\u2019s just biological instinct. Far more predatory, it turns out, are the artificial intelligences that manage the ship, and the suits light years away. Two years after Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind brandished a bountiful universe full of ethereal good, here\u2019s a movie where everyone \u2014 alien, human, robot \u2014 is coming to get you. Maybe Scott just wanted to freak you out. But the most wonderful thing about him is how old he has always been \u2014\u00a0how his movies, bad or great, are all grown up. (Even Legend is nightmare fuel.) Nobody loves him because they loved him when they were 4 years old. Some great directors of Scott\u2019s generation still believe in childish things: That Good are Evil are color-coded, that someone out there will save us. No matter how slick his entertainments are, Scott\u2019s truths are harsher. Here\u2019s a happy ending for you. Ripley barely survives a day at work, and then, at last,\u00a0she rests.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"If Ridley Scott retired 46 years ago, he would still be one of the most influential filmmakers ever.…\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":875152,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32],"tags":[49,48,361,75,19731,7354],"class_list":["post-875151","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-celebrities","tag-ca","tag-canada","tag-celebrities","tag-entertainment","tag-rankings","tag-ridley-scott"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/875151","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=875151"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/875151\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/875152"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=875151"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=875151"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ca\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=875151"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}