One of the finest art documentaries I’ve ever seen, Juan Carlos Martin’s 2002 film captures the spirit of this amazing artist not through long talking-head interviews and boring, static shots of his work but by getting some of Orozco’s wry, playful, fugitive spirit into the film’s ever-changing mix of styles. Orozco refuses to be pinned down about the meaning of his art, but we see him mining Dumpsters for material, assembling broken tiles on a New York street for a photograph, creating a museum installation of rusted cans in sand. His famous reconstructed automobile—wide enough only for the driver—is seen in color, but an exhibit of his more fleeting work is shown in grainy, handheld black and white. In Spanish with subtitles. 80 min.