My late friend Michael Cimino scaled Mount Everest twice, making the movies he had in his head. Those twin peaks were The Deer Hunter and Heaven’s Gate. In each case he spent a lot of money and pissed off a lot of people. His roughneck tactics cost him greatly. He made only seven films in the 22 years between 1974 and 1996, a period in which any other director of his powerful skill-set might have made twice as many – four times as many if he’d kept filming at full strength between 1997 and 2016.
So what? He’s dead now. As complicated and even difficult a man as he was, he wasn’t some vampire – there is no need to put a stake through his heart, as Peter Biskind seemed hell bent on doing in The Hollywood Reporter this past July 12th with his article: "Michael Cimino’s Twisted, Tortured Legacy."
“Twisted, tortured?” Really?