I think the first non-English language film that really had me going bananas for any substantial reason was Antonioni's L'Avventura. I probably saw eight Godard's before I had a clue what was going on with him (Vivre sa Vie being a turning point). I remember falling asleep in both Wings of Desire and Solaris. Hehe. In my case the conditioning took quite a while. Also, I think foreign cinema has mostly reaffirmed my Hollywood tastes rather than ursurped them. I don't mind Showgirls with Last Year at Marienbad or Rio Bravo with The Fate of Lee Khan or whatever. It's all good. :)