Director: Luis Bunuel
I think that where foreign films can often excel domestic pictures is in their examination of love. I brought up Truffaut/Hitchcock in my review of Husbands and Wives, and I'm going to cite it here again - too often directors think that dialogue is the way to tell the story. So when dialogue is basically reduced to reading, we end up watching instead of listening. Not a word of dialogue is meaningful in this film - it could even be silent for very long stretches.
The plot is so paper-thin that it's difficult to write anything about this film without spoiling it. An older, wealthy man pursues a younger, poorer woman. The film details their time together. There's also a bizarre underlying story about terrorism which I couldn't quite fit with the main story, but I know there's many connections.
One of the drawbacks of the film is that the story is so 'universal' (even though it's not, it's easily generalized to be so) that it is somewhat bland until the second half.