In The Tango Lesson, Sally Potter dances her first tango in Paris, where she falls in love with the dancer Pablo Veron, and promises to make him a star in her film, which is about a director who falls in love with a dancer and ... well, you get the gist.

This is either a work of staggering self-indulgence or a wry manipulation of storytelling techniques. It may even be both. Robby Muller's dreamy monochrome photography and Veron's choreography are both extraordinary. One dance sequence, performed by Veron on the moving walkways at Charles de Gaulle Airport, has a pure pleasure that makes you gasp, though surely no one could realistically put up with a man who can't even prepare a salad without turning it into a dance number.