The Taste of Things (2023)

Probably one of the purest and truest depictions of love, and its complications, that I've seen on the silver screen. Two French cuisine perverts orbit each other like Pluto and Charon, and with their satellite friends they make a beautiful constellation. The drawback is the complete lack of class awareness—all the lower-class characters are just happy to be there and doing their part to further these Great Men, and their personalities are functional and one-note. What redeems the film a little in this dimension is how Dodin truly respects Eugénie as a creative collaborator rather than pigeonholing her as servant–wife.