Present for comrades: North Korean Romantic Comedy
Juche incarnation) film meets obsessive use of formal techniques common to radical cinema (jump cuts, for instance) meets workers fashion design and giving ducks a "sentimental education". Aside from being a blast, it has remarkable montage: see here the sequence that elides/drives home the implied river sex scene by a transference to the point of view of another man onto a scene of women washing.
Moreover, it's striking insofar as it gives an occasion to watch the intersection of the Hollywood romantic comedy (in which one cannot be with a lover for reasons of "she likes spicy food and I do not"/"he is marrying my best friend"/"she is too eccentric"/"he's not the bad boy I thought I wanted"/"she is poor") with another mode, in which the reason you and your love can't be together is that it would represent a betrayal of the state. The stakes of ideological treason and internal destruction of the communist project are slightly higher than those of potential infidelity or personality clash. And so it turns out that the sharpest home of the romantic comedy may be further from capital than we expected, or at least in its Californian incarnation of blond people with the cash on hand to buy plane tickets at the last moment to skip the security measures (being not Arabic, they are not shot for this) to yell from the runway that it doesn't matter because it was you all along and I was just too stupid to realize that.
I give you Urban Girl Goes to Get Married, 1993.