Psycho. #6

Google is not your friend. Caspar is your friend.

I saw Anora at Cannes and am now passionately in love with Yura Borisov. With what movies should I continue my love affair?

The obvious answer here is Juho Kuosmanen’s beautiful, enigmatic — perhaps a little self-indulgent — Compartment No. 6, which in turn might lead you on to Kuosmanen’s earlier, gorgeous The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Maki; that doesn’t feature Borisov, but it shouldn’t be a problem for you, a happy-go-lucky traveller on this hot and dusty road dotted here and there with bright wildflowers that we call Kino.

Or perhaps that isn’t the obvious answer; perhaps the obvious answer is a rude one, namely “You’ve got access to IMDb bitch, why don’t you just go online like everybody else?” The rude answer in turn occasions a softening from me, as I mull over the fact that, rather than simply Wiki this guy while you wait at the bus stop, you went on to Psycho. to ask your question