Ever since the versatile Ang Lee's "intelligent karate film", Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, coaxed melodies from the multiplexes' cash registers, and verged on becoming the most successful foreign language film ever shown in the UK, it's become conceivable that the lifespan of subtitles might be extended, and that "arthouse" flicks could yet have a future.
This brave new world didn't begin, and clearly won't end, with Chow Yun-Fat and Michelle Yeoh, though. Step just slightly back in time and European, non-English films were the hippest and hottest. Directors such as Godard, Fellini and Bertolucci might not mean much to Chicken Run devotees, but they ruled the roost during the rock'n'roll years, and brought new techniques and fresh rhythms to the medium. France has conjured up many of the most sublime and romantic scenes in history, while the Spanish are unbeatable at primary-coloured, sexy fun and the Italians are quirky mavericks.
This 1965 masterpiece from Gillo Pontecorvo (an Italian/Algerian) was a battle cry for Marxist revolutionaries, detailing Algeria's struggle for independence from France. That might sound dull and worthy, but the amazing black-and-white photography and very human edge ensure timeless emotional resonance.
Jean Cocteau. 1946. Myth and melancholy. Beauty (Josette Day) faints with fright when she first sees Beast (Jean Marais), but soon finds his soul. White horses. Candelabras made of arms. Fairytale captured on film. Your inner dream life started here.
Fellini's enigmatic, moody flourishes made cinema swing. His 1960 portrayal of the "decadent" Rome jet-set seems tamer now, but kick-started a radical worldview. Marcello Mastroianni at his wryest. Anita Ekberg hugging a white kitten in the Trevi Fountain. Iconic moments.
Luis Bunuel's last film (1977), but it catches the surreal, psychosexual, former Dali collaborator at his best. Love, lust, and society's hypocrisy. Also essential, and still startling, are his early landmarks like Un Chien Andalou and L'Age D'Or.
Or pretty much anything from the Sixties by arrogant French Nouvelle Vague guru Jean-Luc Godard. He deconstructed the medium, jump-cutting, freeze-framing and remixing, allowing his cool casts (Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg, his wife Anna Karina) to act like men and women rather than actors. Forever modern, smart and sassy.