Bruno Dumont is that French director your friends have warned you about. His characters pontificate about God, death, and evil between being violated and subjugated. He shoots through a lens filter called abject Gallic misery. Christ-figures abound and they re mortified enough for three crucifixions. He s been mixing Tod Browning, Catherine Breillat and Carl th. Dreyer for over fifteen years and until recently he had but two settings: beautifully troubling and unbearably bleak. It seems however, he s emptied the suggestion box and realized that perhaps he d gone as far as his obsessions could carry him in his chosen mode. Maybe seven films without a single laugh was a little much? Well, fear Dumont s unsettling vision of humanity no more: he s trawled through his back catalogue (which includes the punishing Twentynine Palms, the transcendent Hadewijch, and the abstruse Hors Satan ) and put together a hilarious remix of his greatest hits in the form of a joyfully bizarre 3-hour