Leos Carax's surreal fever dream gets the big screen treatment at The Beverly Theater, where Denis Lavant transforms into a series of wildly different characters over the course of one impossibly strange day in Paris. The film moves through a limousine that seems to hold infinite possibilities, with Lavant slipping between personas that range from a sewer-dwelling creature to a dying man to an accordion-playing beggar, each transformation stranger than the last.

This is cinema that resists easy explanation, full of striking visual moments and a plot that unfolds more like a series of connected dreams than a traditional narrative. Watching it in The Beverly's intimate 150-seat theater feels fitting for a film this idiosyncratic, the kind of movie that rewards close attention to its details and atmosphere. Fans of boundary-pushing international cinema will find plenty to chew on here, and the film's cult status among cinephiles makes it a rewarding pick for anyone curious about work that refuses to play by conventional rules.