La maman et la putain (1973)

This isn’t your usual porn—it’s a black-and-white French film from the 70s, and it’s all about the talking. You’ve got this guy, early 20s, lean, dark hair, always in a button-up and tie, looking like he’s got way too much to say. He’s with his girlfriend, a slim blonde in a turtleneck, chain-smoking and giving him hell. Then there’s the other woman he brings home—brunette, curvy, floral blouse, arms crossed like she’s already done with his shit. No sex, no nudity, just three people in a room, arguing, drinking, and saying things you’d never say out loud. The camera’s right there in their faces, grainy and intimate, like you’re sitting on the couch with them. If you’ve ever wanted porn without the porn—just raw, messy human stuff—this is it. The lighting’s moody, the cigarettes never stop burning, and the dialogue hits like a punch to the gut. Not for everyone, but if you’re into that kind of thing, it’s a trip.