A South American city (presumably Buenos Aires, home town of director Luis Puenzo) gets a little visit by the Bubonic Plague fairy, and all hell breaks loose. Well, sorta. La Peste is actually a pretty sleepy little drama, much in keeping with the dread-packed Camus novel it's based on. Existentialist ennui aside, the story of an American doctor doing his time in a strange land doesn't hold much promise. Puenzo's political commentary gets muddled in with this, and the whole thing becomes a movie with two heads, neither of them compelling.

Aka The Plague.