Federico Fellini’s exaggerated childhood memories form the basis for this story of a year in the life of a 1930s Italian small town.
Ingmar Bergman’s allegorical classic about the absence of God during a plague really, really hit home with me on this viewing. Wonder why?
An aggressively minimalist postwar Japanese family drama from Yasujiro Ozu, about a daughter who just wants to take care of her aging father, even though everyone else wants her to get married to literally anyone.
A descent into madness with conquistadors searching fruitlessly for El Dorado, that Werner Herzog dragged a full movie crew down the Amazon to shoot.
In which a king sacrifices basically everything that matters for the sake of his own pride, manifested through giving Indian classical music parties, as you do.
Your reader poll winner is a high-flying martial arts extravaganza that I think was the first subtitled movie I (and lots of other people) saw in a theater.
A French masterpiece about upper-class romantic games, played blithely as the world teeters on disaster.
The story of women trapped and exploited in a gilded cage, the first film by a female director to come out of the Arab World.
A small, emotional film from Communist Hungary about the unlikely friendship between two women from different worlds.
The first film from Sub-Saharan Africa to make a big splash in Europe and the US, its story about the toll of colonization is very relevant even today.