Garson Kanin was writing partners with his wife, the writer and actress Ruth Gordon. They penned Born Yesterday, Judy Holliday’s breakout role—first as a play, then as a script—as well as the Hepburn/Tracy vehicle Adam’s Rib. Kanin’s book about his times in Hollywood—which included a stint working for Samuel Goldwyn—is gossipy and oodles of fun.

Again, when it comes to film historian Jeanine Basinger, you should just own all of her books. But this one on the history of the movie musical is worth featuring because of just how important musicals were in pop culture history. Because Basinger is relentlessly interested and interesting, you’ll learn to think about movie musicals in a new way. “Sex was often a musical purpose,” she writes. “An improvisational use of music helped Hollywood solve one of its biggest censorship problems: establishing sexual attraction and the fulfillment of it. If a nonmusical couple suddenly ‘sang’ together—well, an audience could understand what that meant.”

While Silvia Schulman may be a footnote in Hollywood history, she had a hand in one writing of the most overlooked novels about the movie business. Schulman worked as personal secretary to independent producer David O. Selznick in the ’30s when he made hits such as A Star is Born and Gone With the Wind. She had stories to tell, and they weren’t glamourous. Selznick is fictionalized, warts and all, in I Lost My Girlish Laughter, the novel she co-wrote with help from playwright Jane Shore under the pseudonym Jane Allen. Mostly told in the form of letters and telegrams, the story goes down easy.

A brilliant piece of reporting and storytelling, David McClintick’s account of an industry scandal at Columbia Pictures was a bombshell when published in 1982. It remains an elite work of journalism.

From Karina Longworth, the creator, writer and host of the stellar You Must Remember This podcast, we get a deep-dive into Howard Hughes, his life as a playboy, his work as a movie producer, and how it shaped our attitudes about sex. Along with Hughes, there are full-bodied portraits of Jean Harlow, Ida Lupino, Katharine Hepburn, and Ava Gardner. Also Robert Mitchum who was often paired with the devastating Jane Russell. Longworth delves into the dark, abusive underpinnings of Hughes’ world in this vivid, brisk narrative. It’ll sweep you up and away.

Terrific look at Joseph Breen, who ran the Production Code Agency in Hollywood from 1934 to 1954. A charismatic, brilliant figure, Breen was one of the most powerful men in show business. A full-bodied look at an insider’s insider. Riveting.

Ben Hecht lived one of the most fascinating lives of the 20th century—had a Hall of Fame newspaper career and was a pioneering screenwriter in Hollywood, authoring such classic such as Scarface, The Front Page, Wuthering Heights, and Gunga Din. This book is big, ambitious, garrulous fun.

There are many reasons to be thankful for Cameron Crowe. Chief among them is this collection of interviews with the legendary director Billy Wilder. A must.

Crucial for comedy purists and screenwriters alike. You want to know where the Coen brothers’ comedy comes from? Oh brother, here art thou. Sturges was an American Master.

After Mark Harris’s terrific debut, Pictures at a Revolution, you couldn’t fault him for falling into a sophomore slump. And yet his second effort, Five Came Back, about the World War II experiences of five accomplished American directors—John Ford, George Stevens, John Huston, William Wyler, and Frank Capra—matches Pictures and then some. It’s a brilliant piece of social and cultural history. Harris was an amiable, smart magazine writer; so far, he’s batting 1,000 as an author (and yeah, that’s including his third book, the stellar biography of Mike Nichols).

The ultimate insider’s guide to All About Eve, written with good humor and verve by Sam Staggs. What makes All About Eve special is that it was both an enormous success when it came out—nominated for 14 Oscars, the record for most nominations by a film until Titanic matched it in 1998—as well as a cult classic. Before cable TV or videocassettes, All About Eve played in revival movie houses and college campuses for twenty years. It was a staple of queer culture, while Bette Davis’ turn as aging theater actress Margo Channing is a master class just this side of camp. Staggs gives us the skinny on the making of the movie (previously documented in Gary Carey’s More About All About Eve) and the cult that followed.

British novelist, biographer, screenwriter—and for a time, magazine editor—Gavin Lambert arrived in Hollywood in the mid-’50s as an assistant for director Nicholas Ray. He went on to write seven novels set in Hollywood, the most famous being his excellent 1963 gem, Inside Daisy Clover. A bleak look at the Hollywood machine, this satire about a rising young star in the 1930s, who’s married to closeted leading man, was adapted into a movie in 1965, staring Natalie Wood and a young Robert Redford.

An essential work from Donald Bogle, this takes us into to the golden age of Black Hollywood in the 1930s and 1940s. Less about the movies on screen, this book is about the social world of Black Hollywood, replete with Black-owned hotels, nightclubs, and restaurants on Central Avenue in Los Angeles. This was the era of pioneering stars such as Stepin Fetchit, Hattie McDaniel, Lena Horne, Sammy Davis Jr., and Dorthy Dandridge (Bogle’s marvelous biography of Dandrige is also worth tracking down). In fact, Bogle’s narrative takes us through the first half of the 20th century. Completely absorbing.

Hollywood’s dirty bits. The most notorious book ever published about scandal in the movie colony. Crude, shameless filth. You’ll come back for seconds.

This slim book is a real gem. Carey Jr. is a wonderful raconteur, and his memories of being a young stock actor for director John Ford are charm city.

This is a fine memoir by one of the larger-than-life characters in American film. Huston wasn’t always charming—check Peter Viertel’s acerbic 1953 novel, White Hunter Black Heart for a decidedly unflattering portrait—but he was rarely dull. Though he never had the cult following enjoyed by his colleagues Alfred Hitchcock or Howard Hawks, Huston is especially good at breaking down filmmaking technique: “So many things can go wrong while filming a scene. If only everything bad that’s going to happen would happen at once and be over with! You’re seldom that fortunate. Instead, it’s the camera, or an actor forgetting his lines, or the sound of an airplane, or a car backfiring, or an arc light that flickers. When things of this kind occur, you simply have to start again … Each time you get a good scene is a kind of miracle.”

If you want to learn more about the Communist witch hunt of the 1950s and how it played out in Hollywood, look no further than Victor Navasky’s memorable account. Deeply reported, this story dwells in messy complexities, not easy moralizing. Superior.

Kazan, who won a National Book Award for his 1968 novel, The Arrangement, is a formidable writer. This big, complex version of his fascinating creative life is tremendous.

Saul Bass designed some of the most famous title sequences in movie history, and also some of the greatest posters, including Vertigo, Anatomy of a Murder, West Side Story, and The Shining. This picture book sure is cool.

Of all the brilliant animators from the golden age of cartoons, none was more inspired, absurd, or batshit crazy brilliant than Tex Avery. This gorgeous coffee table book devoted to Avery’s MGM years—his peak, where he created Droopy Dog, as well as a string of raucous, lunatic cartoons—is a gift to the world. A fitting tribute to Avery’s indelible contribution to pop culture and American humor.

David Niven was charming on the big screen as well as the page. This is his most famous memoir, and his best. William F. Buckley said that it “might easily be the best book ever written about Hollywood.” It certainly is one of the most entertaining. Just terrific good company.

Of all the mid-century hard guy icons, few were as interesting as Mitchum. Known for his “super-stud” persona, Mitchum didn’t act so much as show up, listen, and respond. He was a natural, and though his material was often routine, there was nothing routine about the man himself. Behind the gruff exterior was a brilliant mind. Mitchum was a poet, mimic, and wit, and his complex, troubled life comes to life in Serwer’s definitive biography.

Bogle’s seminal work about Black cinema, first published in the early 1970s, updated several times since. Track it down. It’s a must.

Patricia Bosworth was a hugely entertaining writer. Perhaps her best biography is this one about Montgomery Clift: tortured, brilliant, and dead by the age of 45. Clift is sometimes overshadowed by post-war superstars such as Marlon Brando and James Dean, but Bosworth realigns our memories in this thorough look at his life and career. Heartbreaking, but never maudlin.

The second of Poitier’s two memoirs: thoughtful, clear-eyed, and direct. When Poitier became the first Black actor to win Best Actor, he didn’t think the world was ready to change. “My career was unique in all of Hollywood,” he recalls. “I knew that I was a one-man show, and it simply shouldn’t be that way.” He felt entirely deserving of the award. “When I realized that I could be a better than utilitarian actor, I realized that I had the responsibility, not as a Black man, but as an artist, to exercise tremendous discipline. I knew the public would take my measure, and that was constantly in my calculations.”

Sarris was the most prominent of the American critics to champion the auteur theory, and this is most famous work.

Even by the standards of the time, Errol Flynn’s behavior was cause for scandal. One of the legendary Hollywood hedonists—his behavior was no less than criminal—Flynn’s relationship with 15-year-old Beverly Aadland is the subject of this terse, effective book. Written by Aaland’s mother, with the help of journalist Ted Thomey, this is some pulpy nonfiction worth checking out.

Peter Bogdanovich was an actor, writer, and movie nut living in New York when he first went to Hollywood to write a magazine article about some of his heroes. The piece appeared in Esquire in the early 1960s, and Bogdanovich’s career was launched. By the end of the decade he was a director and film star, having given us The Last Picture Show and What’s Up, Doc? This compendium of his interviews with movie directors is a must-have for any film freak. And while you’re at it, check out his book of interviews with actors, Who the Hell’s In It, another sure-shot.

Just about everything Sam Kashner writes is irresistible. Along with Nancy Schoenberger, he brings the most famous celebrity marriage (and divorce and re-marriage) of the twentieth century to life with his trademark erudition, wit, and flat-out joy. This one is a ton of fun.

Rex Reed became a minor celebrity in the late 1960s and early 1970s as a writer of celebrity profiles. First at the New York Times and later at Esquire, Reed was the celebrity interviewer of his time. Before he settled into a groove as a movie critic, Reed wrote what we now call longform celebrity profiles, and they were great! Much better than his criticism. Fun, punchy, snide. They could have only been written at a certain time and place in American pop culture history. Featuring memorable portraits of Barbra Streisand, Ava Gardner, Warren Beatty, and Lotta Lenya, this one is big smile.

The idea seems thin at first—pick five movies and write a book about how they represent Hollywood at the moment—but Mark Harris turns the conceit into something you can’t put down. This examination of The Graduate, Bonnie and Clyde, In the Heat of the Night, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?, and Dr. Doolittle is fantastic fun. The sections on Bonnie and Clyde have special resonance around these parts, as the film was written by Esquire alum Robert Benton and David Newman. Meanwhile, the section on Mike Nichols and The Graduate is a high point. And while you’re at it, do yourself a favor and pick up Harris’s excellent biography of Nichols. Required reading for anyone who wants to act, direct, or get up on stage and try to be funny.

The western to end all westerns, Sam Peckinpah’s Wild Bunch was an orgy of violence, choreographed in such a modern way that it shocked audiences when it was released. In Stratton’s lively telling, the movie, how it came to be, and why it still resonates today are all evoked with care, enthusiasm, and wit.

One of the most charming books ever written about an American city, this cult classic by Eve Babitz is everything you’ve heard and more. While you’re at it, check out Babitz’s other gem, Slow Days, Fast Company, as well as Lili Anolik’s terrific 2019 Babitz biography, Hollywood’s Eve.

For a long time, Danny Peary’s book on cult movies—which spawned a sequel, of course—was the first and last word for movie-lovers. Worth tracking down for juicy essays on Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Harold and Maude, Behind the Green Door, and Two-Lane Blacktop.

This cult classic—a frank, no bullshit memoir by Barbara Payton, a onetime aspiring starlet turned-B-movie wreck—is now easy to find. Thanks to a smart-looking edition from Spurl, you can lose yourself in Payton’s sordid journey on the dark side of Tinseltown. Lots of sex, violence, and Trouble with a capital “T”—one of a kind and a keeper.

Sam Wasson has a knack for writing books that are meant to be gobbled up as much as read. This deep-dive into the neo-noir favorite, Chinatown, goes down easy. We inhaled it and so will you.

There are so many worthy books by David Thomson, but this is one of our favorites. In Suspects, he continues the stories of famous movie characters such as Harry Lime (The Third Man), Norma Desmond (Sunset Boulevard), and Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver). Inventive, surprising, and appealing.

In the late 1960s and 1970s, Pauline Kael was ruler of all the land when it came to movie critics. This was a period when the elite movie critics actually had some power, or at least some notoriety. All of Kael’s collections are juicy, though 5001 Nights at the Movies is probably the best introduction to her work. All of her anthologies are worth picking up—like Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, memorable for her long essay on the making of Sidney Lumet’s adaptation of the Mary McCarthy novel, The Group. You can’t really go wrong. The Library of America’s recent anthology is also a good place to begin.

Robert Evans is the ultimate New Hollywood mogul and producer. A failed B-list actor, Evans triumphed as the head of productions at Paramount, responsible for mega hits such as Rosemary’s Baby, Chinatown, and the two Godfather movies. Cocky and full of lounge-lizard charm, Evans eventually crashed hard. His telling of his rise and fall is surprisingly good—and if you’re so inclined, the audio version, narrated by Evans himself, might be even better than the print edition.

Acting isn’t the only talent that runs in the Huston family, as you’ll see in Anjelica Huston’s two appealing memoirs (the other is A Story Lately Told). She writes in an approachable, casual style about her remarkable career. Of course, her life was dominated by imposing, charismatic men, including her father John, and her longtime partner Jack Nicholson. After a calamitous film debut for her father in 1969 (Death Becomes Her), it was more than a decade before her acting career took off with a dynamic turn in Prizzi’s Honor (1985), which earned her an Oscar for best supporting actress. After that, Huston went on a terrific run. In an era dominated by powerful female stars, Huston made a mark in The Dead, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Enemies: A Love Story, The Grifters, and The Addams Family. Her telling of that time is nothing but grits and gravy for movie fans.

A massive oral history about the the porn industry, taking us from the neophyte counterculture days of the late 1960s, then through the pop culture sensation that was Deep Throat, then into the videocassette 1980s, and finally into the mainstream-ification of the 1990s and beyond. Definitive.

A counterculture cult classic where going to see it in a movie theater at midnight was the entire gestalt of the thing. Rocky Horror was an adventure—you had to stay up and go seek it out. This funtastic picture book, stuffed with production stills, fan artwork, and assorted ephemera, captures the thrill and spirit of the Rocky Horror cult. Also, for true heads, The Official Rocky Horror Picture Show Movie Novel is also worth having.

Not only is Martin Scorsese one of the great directors of his generation, he is also a marvelous talker. He loves movies—his work in film preservation over the decades has been invaluable—and is at his best when talking about them. This book was published in the early 1990s—back then, who knew Scorsese would still have so much in the tank?. These conversations with the master are lively, interesting, and an education.

While not nearly as celebrated as Lillian Ross’s Picture, this modest, neatly documented account of the making of Jaws is not to be overlooked. Gottlieb had the great fortune of reporting on a movie that looked as if it would be as big a flop as The Red Badge of Courage or Bonfire of the Vanities, but turned out to be one of the defining movies of its time. Packed with invaluable first-hand reporting, this is a tidy gem.

Nevermind Mailer’s standard metaphysical hooey—there’s a lot of smart commentary on Marilyn Monroe’s movies and cultural impact to be had here.

Another one on the short list of great movie book, this is a look at the life of one of the most successful screenwriters of his time. Informative, entertaining, and very funny.

Peter Biskind’s engaging account of Hollywood in the 1970s is literary popcorn. It’s got sex, drugs, rock ’n’ roll, and a generation of young hotshot American filmmakers, including Steven Spielberg, Brian DePalma, George Lucas, and Martin Scorsese. Biskind’s tale is lurid and hard to put down. You’ll want to bathe when you’re finished, then queue up a film festival of classics from the era.

A pioneering work. Haskell later reflected, “In an impulse that went against the grain of feminist thinking at the time, I wanted to show how women had in fact been better served by the notoriously tyrannical studio system than they were in the newer, freer, hipper Hollywood.”

A cool book to track down—there’s a sequel, too—just graphically really appealing, chock full of illustrations of movie stars (and pop stars) from the 1970s and 1980s. Beautiful American Graffiti, indeed.

This svelte, tasty volume is a showcase for marvelous critic Charles Taylor. In writing about cool, underappreciated gems such as Prime Cut, Cisco Pike, Hard Times, and The Eyes of Laura Mars, Taylor reminds us that the great era of American filmmaking in the 1970s extended beyond Coppola, Spielberg, Scorsese, and the usual suspects. “The thrill of going to see the big mainstream American movies of the ’70s,” writes Taylor, “was that of being present at a time when remarkable filmmakers extended the traditions of our movie past to reflect attitudes and concerns of our present. It was an all-too-brief period when artists ruled.”

Written by the daughter of actress Margaret Sullavan and mega-agent Leyland Hayward, this is an insider’s view that is funny, harrowing, unflinching, and compassionate. There was more than a little tragedy to go around—Hayward’s mother and younger sister both died in 1960, taking their own lives. “I wept for my family, all of us, my beautiful, idyllic, lost family,” Hayward writes. “I wept for our excesses, our delusions and inconsistencies.” One of the best Hollywood memoirs.

Eleanor Coppola’s journal of the making of Apocalypse Now shows us what it’s like to be married to a meglomaniac making an engorged epic about the Vietnam War. To see how a filmmaker’s spouse responds to that kind of madness makes this an invaluable document. Used heavily in the unforgettable 1991 documentary, Hearts of Darkness.

A masterclass in film editing from the man who cut Long Day’s Journey Into Night, The Producers, and Annie Hall. Cranky but personable, Rosenbaum offers a ton of insight into the editor’s craft. The section on Annie Hall is particularly interesting in illuminating how the final narrative was discovered during the editing process.

This is a pioneering work about how how LGBTQ+ were historically depicted in cinema. It was read by anyone interested at all in the subject—a landmark book. Russo, who died of complications of AIDS in 1990, was not only an informative writer, but he had personality to burn, and was a ton of fun, too.

One of the best books ever written about the movie industry—and from an insider, no less. Final Cut captures the craziness of Hollywood in the late ’70s with the perfect storm of a movie disaster, Michael Cimeno’s Heaven’s Gate. Briskly told with unyielding common sense, Bach, the former studio executive, proves there are second acts in American life.

Hell hath no fury like a daughter scorned. The book that ruined Joan Crawford’s reputation forever.

John Waters is just plain good company. He’s fun to be with. Funny—he’s always funny—curious, smart, and charming, it’s our great fortune that these qualities translate to the page, too. Shock Value is an irresistible treat.

The novel that put Carrie Fisher on the literary map. This hilarious but unsparing account of an out-of-control actress and her domineering mother caused a stir when it was published in the 1980s. More than loosely based on Fisher’s relationship with her own mother, actress and former America’s Sweetheart Debbie Reynolds, Postcards From the Edge is a pitch-perfect wiseass satire. It’s Fisher at her best, although Wishful Drinking sure is a lot of fun, too.

This handsome oversized book is devoted to the poster art of Drew Struzan, most famous for the posters he created for Back to the Future, Indiana Jones, and the Harry Potter franchise, as well as classics such as The Thing, Blade Runner, and The Shawshank Redemption. The best thing about this comprehensive book is that it gives equal time to Struzan’s fine work on an array of movies, including kick-ass posters for Under Fire, Police Academy, Adventures in Babysitting, and Coming to America.

Oh, this one is a treat. Thoughtful, intimate, and often moving, Koresky’s essays about watching movies with his mother are winning. They share a particular affection for the actresses and “women’s movies” of the 1980s, and it’s nice to see the goddesses of that era celebrated, from Sissy Spacek and Meryl Streep to Sigourney Weaver, Glenn Close, Jessica Lange, and Michelle Pfieffer. The not-so-dirty secret is that leading actresses were much more interesting than leading actors in the Reagan eighties. The chapter on Mommie Dearest is priceless.

Okay, so it’s not artfully written. But it’s written in Hepburn’s clipped, imperious style; though it’s all over the place, the book still works. “It is a very odd relationship acting with someone,” she writes. “I know that my father always advised an impersonal relationship with fellow works. I must say I followed his advice, but as I look back I wonder if I just am like him. Not particularly given to easy friendships.”

Okay, so this highly enjoyable and informative collection of essays is not strictly about horror movies, but the horror genre in different forms of pop culture. However, the two essays here that deal with horror movies—“The Modern American Horror Movie—Text and Subtext” and “The Horror Movie as Junk Food” are worth the price of admission. Like Pauline Kael, King made no apologies for liking trash. “I am no apologist for bad filmmaking,” he writes, “but once you’ve spent twenty years or so going to horror movies, searching for diamonds in the dreck of the B-pics… you begin to seek the patterns and appreciate them when you find them, you begin to get a taste for really shitty movies.”

Sure, Lumet was the quintessential New York filmmaker—12 Angry Men; Serpico; Dog Day Afternoon—and as such had a reputation as anti-Hollywood. But Lumet was simply a New York-based director—plenty of his movies were set outside of Gotham, such as Murder on the Orient Express, The Verdict, and The Morning After. He was an economical, commercial filmmaker; this guide to the craft is succinct and illuminating.

Rumor had it that Dustin Hoffman is the “Shorty” in Elmore Leonard’s priceless Hollywood satire. As the story goes, Hoffman was deep in talks to make an adaptation of Leonard’s book, LaBrava, a few years earlier, but the deal fell apart. Something perhaps to do with Hoffman’s reputation as being difficult to work with? When Get Shorty was published, Hoffman called Leonard on the phone, furious. “Gee, Dustin,” said Leonard, “You’re not the only short guy in Hollywood.” Zing. Seriously, if you had to pick one book to represent Hollywood, this would be a good pick.

What happens when a smartass from Long Island makes the biggest of the big time in the coked-out Hollywood of the 1970s and 1980s, then writes the biggest, juiciest memoir about it? You get this brash, unapologetic classic, that’s what.

Next to Lillian Ross’s Picture, this is arguably the best book ever written about the making of a movie. Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities was the it-book of its time, and the movie was much hyped. Yet despite the talent involved—director Brian DePalma, and stars Tom Hanks, Bruce Willis, and Melanie Griffith—the movie was a misbegotten mess. Salamon’s account of how it all went wrong is worth savoring.

Alexandra Heller-Nicholas is consistently interesting and already has a small library of work to show for it. The Australian-based academic makes her bones writing about cult, horror, and exploitation flicks. This one is a whopper, but a minor miracle: a huge resource, at once smart and hugely entertaining.

When Leguizamo made a name for himself doing the kind of performance shows popularized by Lily Tomlin, Whoopi Goldberg, and Eric Bogosian, you hoped he would adapt well to movies, but it wasn’t always an easy transition for a soloist to play well with others. Of course, Leguizamo was a fine actor, and this remembrances of his days in Hollywood—dealing with famous directors, actors and prevailing stereotypes—is typically blunt, funny, and personable.

From filmmaker and novelist John Sayles, we get the ultimate, no-nonsense journal of the making of a movie. The movie in question is Sayles’s Matewan, a somber 1987 drama about a coal miner’s strike in West Virginia during the late 1920s. Sayles edited the movie in addition to writing and directing it, and he describes each stage of production with workmanlike frankness. (This volume includes the screenplay.)

Mary Astor was one of those interesting actresses whose career spanned from the silent era through the golden age of the 1930s and 1940s. She’s best remembered as Brigid Shaughnessy in The Maltese Falcon, of course, but Astor never became a huge star. She was, however, involved in one whopper of a scandal co-starring the decorated funnyman playwright George S. Kaufman. As reported, remembered and imagined by the great illustrator Edward Sorel, this book is intimate, adoring, and a true treat.

Haygood, author of excellent biographies on Sugar Ray Robinson and Sammy Davis Jr., takes on the history of Black cinema in this riveting, ambitious deep dive. The book begins with D.W. Griffith’s landmark 1915 epic, The Birth of a Nation, which also happened to glorify racism in the most blatant terms. “The Birth of a Nation was big business in America,” Haygood writes. “During its first run, the movie grossed between fifty and sixty million dollars. Men got rich; careers were indelibly made. The Birth of a Nation even helped change the dynamics of how America went to the movies! Theatre owners began keeping theaters open with longer hours. They started realizing, more than ever, the profitability of snacks at their concession stands and added even more goodies. But all of this had been done at a terrible price to Black America. It seemed as if Blacks had yet one more enemy: cinema.”

Glenn Kenny had the good fortune of interviewing Martin Scorsese at the director’s unassuming Brill Building office in late 1989. Over the course of their interview, Scorsese, not yet anointed the greatest living American director, mentioned his latest movie, Goodfellas, with no sense that it would change his career and pop culture forever (without Goodfellas, there is no Sopranos). Kenny, one of our finest, most enjoyable critics, circles back in this tasty look at a singular American movie.

You thought we could talk about Hollywood without mentioning James Ellroy’s triumphant L.A. Quartet? Yeah, right. The Master of L.A. Noir.

More than two decades after Thelma & Louise shook-up Hollywood as a sleeper hit and cultural moment, Becky Aikman undertakes the telling of how this unlikely movie made it to the big screen. It’s a riveting, face-paced read. You’ll gobble it up.

Okay, we had to cover New York just a little bit. This picture book on what was once known as “Fun City” works both graphically and as a piece of critical analysis. Bailey takes us on a historical overview of classic New York movies—from The Sweet Smell of Success to Do the Right Thing to Frances Ha—that is never anything less than interesting. The book looks great, too.

Beautifully designed and chock full of expertise. The essay “New Queer Cinema” originally appeared in the Village Voice and Sight and Sound in 1992; twenty years later, the original, previously unpublished version of the essay appears here, along with criticism, articles, and observations by Rich. Another one that’s a must for any true cinephile.

From the producer of Fast Times at Ridgemont High, The Untouchables, and Heat. It’s no surprise that Linson is an entertaining raconteur, but he’s a good writer too.This biting, intelligent look inside the sausage factory is not just a victory lap; instead, Linson writes about more complicated projects, such as The Edge, Great Expectations, Pushing Tin, and Fight Club. Add it to the shelf.

Kyle Buchanan’s oral history is dense but taut, crackling along just like its subject, the relentlessly intense Fury Road. George Miller is one of the more interesting movie directors of the past forty years; in this fun oral history, his method and artistry are brought to life.

Roget Ebert’s plainspoken, unassuming prose was an ideal fit for a newspaper; in the early 1970s, he won a Pulitzer as a movie critic for the Chicago Sun-Times. He gained widespread fame in the 1980s along with Gene Siskel, his partner on At the Movies. There are a ton of entertaining Ebert books, but his series on the great movies is a good place to get a choice sampling of his work.

Shone’s thorough analysis of Christopher Nolan’s work is a marvel, and a thoughtful examination in which Nolan is collaborator. They break down each of Nolan’s films, from Memento, Inception, and the Dark Knight Trilogy to his first Hollywood effort (and “most underrated” movie) Insomnia. Beautifully designed, complete with storyboards and movie stills, this handsome volume is great as a technical book (in the tradition of The Total Filmmaker by Jerry Lewis), but also attractive to the more casual cinephile interested in a director’s creative process.

This is a great overview of the history of animation from Maltin, one of the greatest film writers, historians, and enthusiasts we’ve ever had. Super useful.

When the Criterion Collection launched in the 1980s, their ambition was to be the Library of America for film. They initially made laser disks, then the cutting edge of quality. Mission accomplished. Ever since, they’ve been releasing incredible DVDs of old movies and international cinema. It might seem a little self-serving to create a massive picture book devoted to your own design team, but when your team, led by Erik Skillman, is as good as this—well, they’d be crazy not to make a book like this. Gorgeous, gorgeous—an ideal gift for the cinephile in your life.

In Schwartzel’s gripping new book, we quickly learn that “China’s pressure on Hollywood and its own entertainment industry have the potential to challenge the American film industry as the chief narrator of the twenty-first century.” The foreboding history of Hollywood’s relationship with China (see: Richard Gere) is detailed in this scrupulously reported book. Scary and true.

A devotee of pulp fiction masters such as Elmore Leonard, Charles Willieford, and James Crumley, the never-at-a-loss-for-words Tarantino takes a rip at the novelization of a movie, a lost genre. He’s at home and in fine form.