Lee Chang-dong finds humanity where no one else does.

The beauty of propaganda.

Contempt is the most colorful display.

Back when creativity went to the moon.

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

When disabled method acting is shaky at best.

It’s hard to stayed banned when you’re the greatest director in China.

Beijing Opera is immune to the Cultural Revolution.

Childhood love is the most nostalgic of all.

Italian cinema has the sprezzatura!

When the French attempt to make a normal comedy, they’re intouchable!

Taking the scenic route through life.

I finally get body horror.

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

So bad, it’s good?

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

Sounds of falling asleep.

Straight French girl who might be a little curious.

Chinese cinema just got serious.

The cinephile’s chick flick?

Threesomes never end well.

Some asses are better than people.

The smaller the town, the more insurmountable the corruption.

Mutiny for the jungle opera.

Surrealism is not for the discreet.

Visual poetry in motion.

Religion is not for everyone.

A portrait of faith.

John Woo’s opera of bullets.

For the Taiwanese.

When the only secret agent is the plot. 

When losing a bike loses everything.

Finding humanity, one tragedy at time.

He-said-she-said: Korean border edition.

Let Park Chan Wook cook!

Reversing time doesn’t heal all wounds.

The greatest cinematography to have no story.

Spanish cinema has the spiciest romance mysteries.

I didn’t know Spanish telenovas could be this sexy!

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?!

What a million brownie points will get you.

A cure for the human condition?

No one’s safe in a surveillance state.

Inside the Russian psyche.

There’s always the sweetness of life.

The regretful trip down memory lane.