The Big Blue. Used to be my favourite film when I was in my teens. Besson's eurotrashy humour lept out at me much more upon rewatching, but as a guy who does free-diving a few times a week, the sea-somnambulance still grabs me. Used to have the biggest crush on the lead French dude in this. He'd probably fancy a dolphin over me, though,
Also Night of the Comet (fun), Lola Montes (never felt like the character quite came alive for me, but Ophuls really does know how to put on a circus. One of the better framing devices out there), and Ophuls' son's Hotel Terminus. I guess it'd be odd to say how much fun I found this, considering the subject matter- fucking brutal escaped Nazi war criminal who the U.S. employed on account of his unique knowledge of the Soviets- and Marcel Ophuls' other long docs, but I do. He always gets way deep into the politics of every situation he's in (can't remember the name, but the one he made in the middle of the Irish crisis was especially great in that regard), creating some really bristly interviews...he even sometimes gets into slanging matches with a couple of subjects, though Michael Moore he ain't.
Also Dennis Potter's Casanova, which I hold right up there with The Singing Detective. The memoirs are probably my favourite book, and apparently Potter didn't even finish reading them (he started, but found him 'vain and arrogant' which is one of the things I loved about reading them), but you wouldn't know from watching his adaptation. It even seems to capture his essence more than the Fellini version, which was good (Nino Rota's score might be in my top ten) but felt more like a montage. Frank Finlay fucking owned the role. He clearly liked the character and gave him more humanity than maybe Potter put on the page. The central themes are memory and captivity, which Potter clearly related to, being housebound for years on end due to his psoriasis. The flashbacks get a bit much, but I get the point of them- those memoirs were written at the behest of a Bohemian physician who, seeing that the aged Casanova was ailing badly, advised him to dive into his memories with the alacrity of someone experiencing them for the first time, and it worked, until the memoirs started catching up with the present-day and the effect began to wear off (depriving us of an account of how he ended up spying for the very Venetian inquisition which had jailed him in early life). Anyway, massive side-track, but the series is well worth a watch, like anything by Potter. Infinitely more to chew on than the shite version starring Doctor Who.