A lowly Peruvian filmmaker tries to make it in whatever country he's allowed into.

A bawdy, Nietzschean pre-Code romp where a young Barbara Stanwyck—out for blood after years of getting sexually exploited—unabashedly fucks her way up, one horny imbecile after the next, right to the tippy top of a bank’s corporate ladder and comes out the victor?
Man, the pre-Code era was a trip. This movie fucking rules and Will H. Hays can eat shit in hell for ever thinking otherwise… conflicted as it might be.
Postscript: “Will H. Hays Can Merrily Eat Shit in Hell” would be a great title for a pre-Code screwball.
Just as Bresson did over 50 years earlier in Au Hasard Balthazar, director Jerzy Skolimowski (Deep End; The Shout; Moonlighting) finds the ultimate non-actor(s) in the eponymous EO (played by an ensemble of look-alike donkeys as to abide by animal rights guidelines. The credits spell out their names: Hola, Tako, Marietta, Ettore, Rocco, Mela, all of which the film assures us were unharmed and well-loved during production) in this triumphantly singular film, despite the obvious parallels to the late French…
Do you know what we call desires when they lose their savage qualities? Aspirations.
The essence of Claude Chabrol’s 1970 film Le Boucher (lit. “The Butcher”) is alluded to by its female protagonist, Hélène, a small-town schoolmarm, while out on a field trip with her students. “You must understand that the instincts, the feelings, and even the intelligence of Cro-Magnon man was definitely human,” she says, guiding the children through a cave covered in prehistoric art. “The only differences to the problem…