This macabre French-Italian film is one of my favorites because not only is the story fascinatingly awful, but the cinematography is breathtaking. I once saw a tap dance musical in Chicago based on this story which was, well, interesting, not great, but I had to give them kudos for trying. This film was met with praise and disgust when it premiered in 1960, which only gives it more value in my eyes, as I feel art in any form needs to move you in some way, even if it’s negative. It is an interesting story about ego, vanity, isolation, the helplessness of sentient beings, and obsession. The crushing vanities of the bourgeoisie?