I don’t hide my predilection for Italian cinema over French cinema, mostly because I’m comically loyal to my Italian roots and to the old “Italian and French folks don’t get along” stereotype, but I’ll let you in on a secret: I like French movies. I like them so much that my name appears a whole bunch of times in Paste Magazine‘s list of the 100 best French films of all time. That’s a lot of films (both on the list in general and written about by me specifically)! They’re all pretty good, too, though I really don’t think Melanie Laurent’s Breathe belongs here (even though I wrote about it and liked it very, very much). Or Nocturama. Anyways, now I’m nitpicking, so hey, shut up, Andy, and everyone else, just go read the list.
A Constant Visual Feast 