Luis Buñuel’s Belle de Jour opens with a sick joke on the audience, though ultimately it might be the Spanish director’s most accessible film. It’s certainly the prettiest. Released in 1967, as the global film industry began to loosen up its moral codes, it’s an erotic comedy about a masochist who picks up a part-time job in a classy brothel. Surprisingly, there’s no traditional sex and no nudity to speak of; just a lot of jingling bells and anti-Catholicism. Catherine Deneuve, impossibly beautiful, keeps her head-to-toe Yves Saint Laurent clothes on pretty much through the entire movie. It’s visually beautiful, though Buñuel never quite decides whether people’s fetishes really mean anything outside the bedroom.