Piggies

A wry, uncomfortable mosaic of petty cruelties and moral compromises, funny and sour at once, leaving a lingering chill.

A scrappy, self-aware hangout comedy that feels like watching friends make a show about themselves and quietly fall apart.

A wry, wistful stroll through a failed romance, full of witty digressions and bittersweet self-examination that leaves a gentle ache.

A sharp, talky ensemble piece that feels like eavesdropping on a family dinner where every polite smile hides a sting.

A wry, cringe-adjacent look behind the curtain that makes you squirm and chuckle at how compromise quietly devours creative ambition.

A gentle, wry look at the shine and hollowness of being looked at, drifting between comedy and quiet disillusionment.

A wry, talky carousel of bourgeois infidelity that drifts between dry wit and mild melancholy.

A wry, talky French comedy of manners where long friendships curdle into envy and quiet score-settling.

A wry, uncomfortable comedy that mines quiet desperation from the business of being laughed at.

A wry, gentle satire of television and bureaucracy, amusing rather than sharp, with a likable amateur at its centre.

A deadpan, episodic satire of office drudgery that mixes surreal humiliation with quiet dignity, making you laugh and wince at the same time.

A slow, observant social comedy where polite office masks slip over one long evening, leaving a quiet aftertaste of regret.