Less a movie and more a set of images trying to say… something, or maybe a bunch of different things, it ran afoul of Czech communist censors but has since found its audience.
A story of the dynamics between the sexes in Belle Epoque France, highlighted by the spectacular visuals of director Max Ophuls.
HBO is currently airing an English-language remake of this very intimate take by Ingmar Bergman on the dissolution of a marriage, originally a Swedish TV miniseries that was successfully edited down for an international release.
A very realistic movie about guerrilla warfare that basically invented a new style of movie-making.
A landmark of “modernist” cinema, but don’t expect it to, y’know, have a story or make any attempt to explain anything.
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.