If you don't already hate hippies, An American Hippie in Israel just might shove you into that corner. The 1972 oddity by first- and last-time filmmaker Amos Sefer is as odd as it is unsubtle; this is a film that runs its lone point into the ground with the weight of … well, the steamroller that flattens the flowers in the opening credits. Get it?
Once upon a time, the idea of a film being silent, foreign and — steee-rike three! — black and white equated to box-office poison. Then 2011’s The Artist won five Academy Awards, including Best Picture; earned $133 million worldwide; and lived happily ever after.