Biutiful
Uxbal (Javier Bardem) is a mover and a shaker in the underworld of Spain; an agent who walks between various ethnic groups all involved in some level of corruption. Upon learning that he has weeks to live, he’s dying of cancer, he needs to get his affairs in order; no easy task with an addict ex-wife, deceitful brother, and two young kids that will need a solid parental figure. 
A heavy film with a seriously convoluted set of plots and sub plots, each one darker than the next but ultimately worth the payoff. As far as screenplays go, this is a prime example of what happens when a writer/director has so many ideas but doesn’t know where to begin cutting;  in defense of this style, the viewer is certainly given a painfully detailed experience that shows more sides to a story than we’re used to getting, interesting. Furthermore, Bardem knocks this one out of the park a million times over, to the point I got choked up several times, I haven’t cried at a film since the horse died in The Never Ending Story in 1984. The film is also a beast as far as runtimes go, clocking in just under two and a half hours, which is a long time to be reading subtitles– still, it’s more than worthy. Biutiful is rated R.