Lincoln.
Even Breezy should appreciate this one.
As the credits roll, its the director and screenplay writer who get first billing, followed by the principal actor.
And with good reason. For this is a symphony of light and language executed through the unflinching glare of hyper-real close up cinematography.
The use of light renders each scene to have the atmosphere of Holbein or Vermeer.
The script flows like shakesperean oratory. But there is no hiding place for Day Lewis who spends almost the entire movie in microscopic close up. But he shrinks not from the challenge, possessing the ability to transmit the subliminal processes of thought and turmoil that drives his speech without resort to mugging or theatrical gesturing. Ably supported by Lee Jones and Field he gives perhaps the finest character performance I have ever seen.
And Spielberg is transcendent, finally delivering a tale of human drama without descent into mawkishness or unnecessary flash.

Totally rivetting. Oscars should flow.