MYOFNF #18: The Rules of the Game (dir. Jean Renoir, 1939)

Ah, the comedy of manners! A genre I usually have absolutely no use for. Whenever I see be-spatted gentry making eyes at a fair maiden from across the dining room table while the help looks on with bemusement, I reach for my revolver. But this film is notable for the frankness of its sexual politics and its kinetic visual style, both of which seem far ahead of their time.