I was never able to get this series going to my satisfaction on previous attempts (The Model Shop and Blow-Up.) I think those posts went afield because I went against the very idea of the series - shutting the hell up and letting the pictures tell their own story.
All movies are in their own way time capsules of their time and place, even the ones created inside hard drives and against green screens. But at this point in spacetime those films from the twentieth century that showcase the America of a bygone age (and its automobiles) capture my imagination more than any in this regard. In addition to their artistic value these films have time capsule value; they are cinema's ghosts.
The French Connection (1971).
Directed by William Friedkin.
Cinematography by Owen Roizman.