Last week I went to the IFC Center to see Paolo Sorrentino’s The Hand of God. It was my third time seeing it; I went because Sorrentino was doing a Q&A after the screening. As a director, he has a particular eye for the fantastic in the everyday, a way of depicting decadence and violence and sumptuousness as both inherent to our humanity but also independent from it, forces working on a field all their own. I’ve been drawn to his work for years, primarily because of its ability to communicate what seems to be a belief in the sublimity of human experience and in the fundamental unknowability of life.