1948. Bicycle Thieves, Vittorio De Sica. This amazing movie felt like an intrusion of literary fiction into a world dominated by the alternating excitement and prettiness of genre. Whether this distinction is even useful in the end, this movie felt like the start of a new era.
1947. Nightmare Alley, Edmund Goulding. Tyrone Power plays a hustler who, surprise surprise, flies too close to the sun. But I believed him every step of the way because he's just that good, and this movie is just that solid.