Though this is very much a PTA original in the way it playfully fudges the line between fastidiousness and spontaneity, the film it recalls the most is 1964’s Gertrud, the dour final work by the Danish director Carl Theodor Dreyer. Both films are concerned with the mysteries of love, but employing a unique (and uniquely austere) dramatic approach, they manage to drill right down to love’s masochistic core.
If there’s one surefire way to alleviate the sense of drudgery that comes from working in a factory, it’s to kick up a song and dance. It’s tempting to describe Pedro Pinho’s quietly outraged UFO as a three-hour proletarian musical, but that doesn’t quite skim the surface of reality.
Lighting the touchpaper on this year's Venice competition with maniacal aplomb, Birdman or The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance (to give the film its full title) is a wickedly subversive, riotously funny intertextual psycho-odyssey that doesn't so much play fast-and-loose with cinematic convention as spit directly into its face.
Rather than a proper review, we've posted a list of 20 things that aren't quite as bad as PAUL BLART: MALL COP 2:
1. Twin hangnails.
2. Biting into a piece of fruit you discover to be rotten, then realise you’re too hungry to care so swallow the spoiled produce. This causes a work absence of four days.
3. When you’re grating cheese, you look away from the serrated edge when you think you’ve got a grove going, and then you slice off the top of your thumb at the joint.