Unexpected pleasures are always better than expected ones, and occasionally I’ve gone to see movies that I know almost nothing about except for the fact that something about them grabbed me in the first few lines of the newspaper review, and then I stopped reading it in order not to have the movie spoiled by excess information.

I’ve had this experience several times: My Dinner with Andre (sorry, it’s aged badly), Jackie Brown, and Amores Perros. Recently I had it again with Jellyfish, a (nonpoiitical) Israeli movie that, a little like Amores Perros ,but less brutally, traces three sad intersecting elliptical stories. I haven’t seen anything that good in a long time.