Who's in It: Laurent Lucas, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Charlotte Rampling, Andre Dussollier
The Basics: "Honey? Make room for two more for dinner. Yeah, my creepy boss and his insane wife are coming by, and they're going to get blood everywhere." Now, I wish I could tell you more about the plot, but I refuse to ruin this blackly funny French movie (it's not really a comedy, exactly) about how to destroy and perhaps simultaneously add a little spark to your marriage. It also involves obscenely awkward dinner parties, flying surveillance robots and mysterious rodent infestations. I'm not making this up.
What's the Deal? Deadpan French people who casually ruin each others' lives and then admonish their victims not to be "childish" about the devastating results are some of my most favorite people to spend time with at movies. If you've never been to France, it could lead you to believe that folks there are doing this sort of thing all the time. But seriously, give me two hours with these wackos any day of the week before you make me watch Tom Cruise outrun another fireball.
Worth a $10 Ticket For: Charlotte Rampling alone. She's like a walking paper cut in every scene she's in, making unreasonable demands and throwing glasses of wine in everyone's faces, ruining furniture and never once taking off her sunglasses.
Hello, Ambiguity: There are some dream sequences and character memory lapses that leave the audience wondering what exactly just happened. If you go see it, you might want to be the kind of person who doesn't freak out about stuff like that. Demanding clean resolutions is middlebrow. Live with the question and stuff.
File Under: Upper-middle-class psychological weirdness.