Kaurismaki's movies can tickle you with the briefest of statements, the smallest of gestures.

At the end of The Man Without a Past, I felt a deep but indefinable contentment.

A powerful film made with minimal means, it's a story of poor people on the fringes of society, done without sentimentality or condescension but with wicked humor.

It’s not often a movie can so persuasively reassure us of people’s inherent goodness, but it’s even rarer still for it to be done with as much deceptive, charming simplicity as here.