Jean Renoir’s 40-minute masterpiece, based on the Guy de Maupassant short story “A Country Excursion,” still impresses with its lush imagery, sexual candor, and exquisite proportionality.
Flight Of The Conchords’ Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement bring the show’s whimsy to a hilarious mockumentary about centuries-old vampires dealing with the mundanity of the real world.
One of Preston Sturges’ best, funniest films tries to find out what happens to marriages after “happily every after.”
Bamako’s Abderrahmane Sissako returns with a film about the Islamist takeover of Timbuktu that’s both tragic and effortlessly humane.
Truth and tall tales collide in Guy Maddin’s whimsical reminiscence about his hometown, which mythologizes a place and a people who chose not to make a big deal about themselves.
All is not what it seems, in more ways than one, in a Peter Strickland-directed homage to European softcore, which has more than titillation on its mind.
Writer-director Paul Harrill stakes out new ground in the well-trodden territory of movie protagonists who check out of their lives. In this case, it’s a woman who re-evaluates her career and marriage after a miscarriage.
Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne offer yet another masterwork with this wrenching story about solar-panel-factory employee who asks her co-workers to give up their annual bonus so she can keep her job.
Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s Palme d’Or-winning follow up to Once Upon A Time In Anatolia takes the form of a study in delusion and arrogance.
In this sumptuous yet earthy biopic about early-19th-century painter J.M.W. Turner, Mike Leigh profiles an artist whose personal failings are neither forgiven nor allowed to overwhelm his accomplishments.
For two decades, a serial killer nicknamed the “Grim Sleeper” was able to slaughter prostitutes and crack addicts at will in his South Central neighborhood. Nick Broomfield’s damning documentary accounts for how he got away with it for so long.
Before Inherent Vice, there was Robert Altman’s definitive SoCal noir, which adapts a Raymond Chandler novel into a shaggy private-eye picture that’s full of hazy atmosphere and irreverent attitude.
Paul Thomas Anderson’s masterful adaptation of Thomas Pynchon’s 2009 mystery novel sends pot-smoking P.I. Doc Sportello (Joaquin Phoenix) on a case that signals the changing Southern California culture of 1970.
Plagued by a mysterious allergy to everything, a woman seeks a cure in Todd Haynes’ 1995 masterpiece.
Criterion collects nearly 10 hours of Blank’s docs about food, music, and life in this set, showcasing films Werner Herzog say teach more about America than 500 books.
The shock has worn off Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1960 breakthrough, but that hasn’t made it any less powerful.