The Illusionist (1983/4, not sure)
The only film ever I actually stopped watching in the middle. I was a teen then, maybe today my experience of it would be different. At that time though, it stroke me as *the* model for presumptious European brainy self-styled "artsy" movies where vain people think that registering their conturbed souls in images can be called art. It was like watching a spoiled boy brag for half an hour on how intelligent he is.
Said that, there are some art movies that are really artistic. The problem is with this one really. The only thing I feel when I remember this movie is "vergonha alheia". I don't know if there is an English equivalent to that expression, but it means the shame that you feel when you watch a person doing something shameful without noticing the ridiculous of the thing itself, as if you were doing the ridiculous thing yourself. You feel the shame the person should be feeling but is just too clueless to feel it.