Bresson was a man allergic to frills, whether it be cinematic, emotional, decorative, or otherwise. So when, in 1959, he wrote his first original screenplay
Almodóvar, of course, has never been in the business of quaint. His films arrive lacquered in bright colors and moral ambiguity, populated by characters who
In the end, Sundays and Cybele remains a masterwork of emotional subtlety. It’s a tragic, beautiful tale of innocence, loneliness, and the ways broken people