Generosity of spirit is the hallmark of Marcelo Caetano's debut, featuring a protagonist cycling through a healthy uncertainty about his future.
The little insight on offer in this campy disquisition on the expropriation of Jayne Mansfield's image is undercut by ultra-silly interpretive dance interludes.
A striking experimental feature designed as an artful meditation on the mutability of historical memory and the inevitability of decay.
This murky descent into unrelieved dread subjects both characters and audience to an extended nightmare.
The film is a shoo-in for Stateside distribution, since Lucas Belvaux's theme is the cinematic equivalent of all those articles trying to understand the disgruntled white voters who supported Trump.
The film jarringly jumps whole hog from a sincere, penetrating look at the nightmare of guilt into far more standard psycho territory.
The film aims for Florentine postcard prettiness, though the only difference between the lensing and the average visitor's snapshots is the bizarre lack of tourists.
Like its ridiculously clumsy title, "Don't Swallow My Heart, Alligator Girl!" aims for poetry yet manages only an odd mix of magical realism with artificial Lynchian touches.
The commodification of foreign maids, treated as nonentities, is succinctly exposed in this award-winning look at a chilling reality.
Set in a privileged world of bored housewives, high-stakes gamblers and sadistic hit men, "Nut$" combines violence with wry humor and Spaghetti Western flourishes.
Bollywood's weakness for foreign locales gets the ultimate French twist in "Befikre," a Paris-set contemporary romance about two friends unwilling to admit they're in love.