Old money tastes better.

A metaphor you’ll be burning to discuss.

The fondest love we all remember.

La crème de la crème of French originality.

The original dream heist.

A masterclass in camera movement, if only it could move audiences.

Drugs and lightning in the bottle.

Visual spectacle of a generation.

To cancel, or not to cancel?

But where's the lamb sauce?

Soul searching for beauty in a dull world.

Psychedelic sadness drips in watercolor and sex.

Transitioning to a nostalgic future.

The grass is always greener…next to Auschwitz.

Phil Tippett’s nightmare fuel.

I’ve never met you, yet I miss you.

Curiosity is the real killer.

Art used to mean something.

What came first, Tarkovsky or the egg?

What if Salvador Dali painted a movie?

I’ll never look at food the same way again.

The art of claymation.

Communism always did look attractive…

Contempt is the most colorful display.

“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 generational trauma.

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.