In an attempt to cleanse myself of this Oscar mess, I crawled back into the loving arms of heady European cinema.
First, it was the 1929 Luis Buñuel/ Salvador Dalí collaboration, Un Chien Andalou. Sixteen minutes of surrealist goodness -- razors to eyeballs, ants crawling on hands. Fun!
Then, it was on to one of my all-time favorites, Jean Luc Godard's masterpiece, À bout de souffle (Breathless). It's an important film in the history of cinema for many reasons, but if it were nothing more than just 90 minutes of staring at Jean Seberg, I'd still love it. She's a 1960s intercontinental American Dream.
Take a look:
21 to go!
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