Known for his tough and gritty classics like The Maltese Falcon, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre and Fat City, The Dead is an uncharacteristically beautiful and tender film for Huston, in which a seasonal feast is the locus for a reflection on family, marriage and the pull of home. Adapted by his son Tony and starring his daughter Anjelica, The Dead was an intensely personal film for Huston. Though he was very ill, often incapacitated, during the shoot and died shortly after wrapping, Pauline Kael said ‘he went into dramatic areas that he'd never gone into before – funny, warm family scenes that might be thought completely out of his range. Huston never before blended his actors so intuitively, so musically.’ 

Joyce wrote much of his work from self-imposed exile in Europe and so his story is often ambivalent and bittersweet about his Irish homeland, whereas Huston, an American who moved to Ireland in later life, approached the material from a gentler perspective, finding a sense of real yearning in the material as well as nostalgia for a time and place he never knew. Accordingly, he and cinematographer Fred Murphy gave the film a golden glow, where everything feels like a memory or a fondly-remembered dream. Joyce’s body of work may have a forbidding reputation but, having made a brilliant, elemental adaptation of Malcom Lowry’s Under the Volcano a few years earlier, Huston was no stranger to bringing supposedly unfilmable material to a wide audience.

In The Dead, his elegant and classical approach found the romance, the longing and the emotion at the heart of Joyce’s story. This moving and revitalising masterpiece – the final testament of a master filmmaker – is a film made to be seen in the middle of winter and the perfect way to see in the new year.