Barbarian Invasions. The last days of a terminally ill professor told as a soapy meditation on life, love, death (and the benefits of having a millionaire son who will build you a hospital and has access to a glamourous heroin dealer/junky). The bawdy language and frank approach can't disguise it's lack of substance. Watchable mush.
The Tree of Wooden Clogs depicts a community of 19th century Italian peasants eking out an existence of stoic toil. It's unsentimental, lacking any patronising sense of heroic suffering. The characters are sustained through faith, momentary pleasures and the hard ground. The whole film is utterly convincing with the realist beauty of a Barbizon landscape. I found it a profoundly moving film. Authentic and beautiful.
Jim and Andy. Documentary that pieces together the behind the scenes footage from Man on The Moon, in which Jim Carey would continue to play the role of Andy Kaufman after the cameras had finished rolling. Interesting and indulgent and sort of annoying, the film explores the line between genius, madness and being a massive twat.
Cloud Atlas. Not bad, not good, not anything. It's possibly the most empty film experience I've ever had. It felt like bundling up a bunch of time and flushing it down the toilet. I lasted two hours fifteen minutes. I can't remember the last time I quit a film before this.