You can bet your ovaries that the film world will just keep cranking out Madame Bovarys.
The concept of the public intellectual is now so obscure, it takes long-form documentaries to explain it.
The highly kinetic Eden covers two decades in the life of a Paris DJ.
Every personality, locale, and situation in Tangerine could be considered marginal. But nobody here cares about shit like that, bitch!
Your mission, should you choose to accept it? Decipher the hopelessly convoluted plot.