Super Weird French Films You Should Watch

L’anatomie de l’enfer (2004) by Catherine Breillat explores female sexuality, transcendence, and desire in its darkest forms. Erotic experience is presented as threatening, destructive, and violent when one beautiful yet lonely woman pays a homosexual man to observe her naked body at her isolated home. The film shows love as it flirts with death, transformed into a hauntingly dangerous experience that teeters at the edge of time. It’s a difficult watch, the position of the spectator being problematized as much as the characters, but incredibly thought-provoking and deeply symbolic.

In L’intrus (2004) by Claire Denis, Louis Trebor is a man nearing 70 who leads a lonely existence with his dogs in the forest near the French-Swiss border. He needs a heart transplant, and turns to the black market of hearts in Korea. But Louis is heartless by nature, ignoring his son and dreaming scenes of disturbing violence before leaving his bed one night to kill an intruder. The story is told using very few words, with the silence of suspense at its core. Will his body accept his heart? (This heart is an intruder after all). Will his son even accept his offer? It’s deeply philosophical, based upon a famous autobiographical essay by philosopher Jean-Luc Nancy.

Agnès Varda’s first film, La Pointe Courte (1954), takes place in Sète (south of France) and is a depressingly quiet, almost dialogue-less piece about a couple who have an unhappy marriage. But there’s poetry sewn into every shot. There’s a breathtaking scene where an empty rotting ship seems to reflect the internal landscape of two characters. The rib-like slats resemble the chest of a couple whose love has turned stale. What’s more, the way it’s been shot makes it look like these characters are perched inside their own rotting rib cage, unable to escape their emptiness. It’s incredibly powerful, and very easy to relate to.

The Hiroshima bomb detonated by U.S. Army Air Forces on August 6, 1945, killing 60,000-80,000 people instantly, sparked a heat so intense that “people simply vanished in the explosion.” While it is difficult to imagine how individual human identities could collapsed so instantaneously, invisibly, and on such a large scale, this erasure from the fabric of existence is what Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) explores.

This drama film, directed by Alain Resnais and written by Marguerite Duras, is the documentation of an intimately personal conversation between a French-Japanese couple about memory and forgetfulness. It deals with the possibilities and limitations of imaginative reconstruction, centered around a strange dialogue of contradictions. Nothing is certain or makes sense: “Tu n’as rien vu à Hiroshima. Rien.” / “J’ai tout vu. Tout.” (“You saw nothing at Hiroshima. Nothing.” / “I saw everything.”); “Je n’ai rien inventé.” / “Tu as tout inventé.” (“I invented nothing.” / “You invented everything.”).