The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser (1975)

To get my marbles back in place after the "Catwoman" dreck, I decided to re-watch this gem from the German director, Werner Herzog.  He made a whole run of fascinating films when his "best fiend" (this is not a typo) Klaus Kinski was alive, the tastiest of which is "Fitzcarraldo".  The lead in this film was not Kinski but a genuine ex-mental patient called Bruno S. who played out the true story of a man raised in complete isolation and left on a main street in Nuremberg in 1828.  He had virtually no language and not even the most basic social skills, but he was a quick learner.  However there was always something askew about him which kept him apart from society and his mind worked to a different piper.  It is all very well to give an Oscar to Dustin Hoffman for playing an autistic in "Rain Man", but the performance here leaves that one in the shadows.  No one ever established who he really was or why he behaved as he did, despite some dismissable scientific gobbledygook at the end autopsy.