Gasper Noé climaxed a long time ago.

Drugs and lightning in the bottle!

Visual spectacle of a generation.

Psychedelic sadness drips in watercolor and sex.

The grass is always greener…next to Auschwitz.

The scariest part of this liminal horror is that it’s 100 minutes long.

Art used to mean something.

What came first, Tarkovsky or the egg?

The WTF western.

What if Salvador Dali painted a movie?

The simplest drawings, the heaviest tears.

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

The art of claymation.

Violence is a funny thought experiment.

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

A psychic tire…that kills people…

Las Vegas on LSD.

I finally get body horror.

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.

Surrealism is not for the discreet.

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.

The greatest cinematography to have no story.

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.

Cinematic trolling at the peak of the French New Wave.

Enter the out of body experience.

Anything’s possible in quantum surrealism!

See the world through God’s eyes.

Inside the Russian psyche.

It’s Christmas every day in Orwell’s surreal nightmare.

And you thought Tenet was hard to follow…

And so the ambiguity grift begins.

I always wanted to be John Malkovich.

All the world’s a stage.

Is beauty the highest currency?

Was the title not quirky enough for you?

Don’t forget to love.

Style over substance.