Klute (Alan J. Pakula, 1971)

Klute looks better than ever in its new Criterion. It blew me away in undergrad and remains one of the precious few New Hollywood films I'd judge a masterpiece. And it's one of the first films to acknowledge how sound subjugates women as much as image. Everyone is working at such a high pitch here. Fonda earned her Oscar but understated performances like Donald Sutherland's rarely get the recognition they deserve.