“How could you know? You’re not a woman.”

Into the artistic subconscious of a serial killer.

I finally get body horror.

There’s at least one good dream every 8 nights.

Art punk has a name, and it’s Lynch.

So bad, it’s good?

The French do animation exactly as you’d imagine they would.

Sounds of falling asleep.

Chinese cinema just got serious.

The most cinematic slasher of all time?

Visual poetry in motion.

If you ever feel the world has gone crazy, remember the 70s exist.

Experimental concept does not a good film make.

The spiciest body horror of all time?

Human nature is Satan’s church.

Reversing time doesn’t heal all wounds.

Spanish cinema has the spiciest romance mysteries.

It’s a lonely life for confused lovers.

The end for Roy Andersson?

Every scene a painted living masterpiece.

When you’re even more Andersson than Wes Anderson.

How are films like this even possible?!

A cinephile’s journey is categorized as pre-Dogville, and post-Dogville.

Melancholia never truly passes. 

Cinematic trolling at the peak of the French New Wave.

Enter the out of body experience.

See the world through God’s eyes.

Inside the Russian psyche.

Wax poetic masculinity.

It’s showtime!

And so the ambiguity grift begins.

Realities of a broken education system.

How deep is the psychological iceberg?

Is beauty the highest currency?

The best looking black and white film?

MacOS Samsara, the screensaver.

Portrait of a human civilization.

Put the brush down, Wes Anderson.

Would you let Kristen Stewart shop for you?

Rebels of the Taiwanese New Wave.

Life imitates art.

The splash before the French New Wave.

Horny vampyr wreaks havoc on German town.

Warm, nostalgic melancholy.

An unexpectedly auteur romcom.

Francis Coppola can even turn disasters into masterpieces.

Mood piece for romantics of Taiwanese cinema.

The art film directors wish they made.

La crème de la crème of French originality.

Welcome to uncanny valley.