Though the Jackass films are puerile, they are more inventive, riskier, and more philosophically trenchant than most films that get nominated for big Oscars. (That polemical thrust made, I wish someone would do a Durgnatian Mirror for England-style defense of the middlebrow Hollywood film. That is, a middlebrow defense from a brilliant, freewheelin', nobrow critic.)
Pietro Marcello's La Bocca del Lupo (2009) is the real deal - where some filmmakers, even very good ones, occasionally make "festival films" that appear a bit hermetic, a bit predigested, somewhat incapable of really ruffling any feathers, Marcello (like Pedro Costa) comes off to me as more a mere fellow traveler to that world. (I mean this as a compliment.) My feeling is that the world of his films bears a robust linkage to the world external to the theater, external to production companies. And the use of Buxtehude is Tree of Life-level good.