I have a soft spot in my heart for movies about making movies.

Whether you go back to Fellini’s “8 1/2” or point to modern efforts such as “Adaptation” or “Seven Psychopaths,” I rarely grow tired of the meta-frameworks of the usually self-referential films. They serve as constant reminders that no matter the seriousness, toil and drama poured into cinema, there’s always room for levity.

That said, Argentinian writer-director Diego Rougier’s “Sal” hit me just the right way with its mix of Western iconography, gorgeous photography and limitless sardonicism.

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