Le bassin de J.W.

A horrible movie. This static, stagy, talky film (filmed play would be a better term) works out as something akin to a blasphemous religious play. The late Portuguese director Joao Cesar Monteiro, who plays "god" here, seems to think that his anti-religious, amoral ideas are very fresh, but de Sade wrote better (whatever one might think of him) more than two centuries ago. He's not even a Buñuel, whose irreligious movies could be infinitely more smart. There's also room for Monteiro's cinephilia in the movie (the J.W. of the title stands for John Wayne and refers to a dream of the iconic actor moving his pelvis in the north pole) but this sort of cinephilia is terribly dated too.

God-tier intellectually pretentious comedy at it's best. The genius of unintended comedy of JCM gets bonus points if you know Portuguese, some of the dialogue is as priceless as it is funny delivered in random, almost surrealist situations and places filled with what can may be intended symbolic décor. Oh, and the soundtrack is majestical.