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A Hidden Life is a particularly subtle, yet emotionally devastating depiction of the horrors of Hitler’s war, as well as a poetic memorial to a conscientious Austrian farmer whose story is chillingly similar to that of a certain Czechoslovak historical figure (fascism and communism are the same thing, except that one of them took it further). At times, the film might seem needlessly protracted, but eventually it nails all of the ideas and feelings of the story collage. Also, the Austrian Alps have become my main natural summer haven bringing meditative catharsis, so it was easy for me to immerse myself in Malick’s interweaving of life and nature. A beautiful film. [Cannes]

They say that getting a film screened in one of the main sections at Cannes is the most prestigious festival achievement in the world… My ass. Nothing against the concept - revolting against the system and decadent liberation from social conventions are strong topics, and seeing people whipping or urinating on each other on the big screen in Cannes is a sought-after experience. But the mind-numbing elaboration, boring inflation of the runtime with slow and empty scenes of the characters walking in the woods and dumbly looking to the right for a minute and then to the left for another minute, then at each other for a while, then taking two steps to the side and doing it all over again - that’s just pure filmmaking jackassery. [Cannes]

A delicate study of two women brought together by fate who help each other in difficult life situations and change the negative attitude to the circumstances in which they find themselves. One might argue that this premise could have been part of a more complex story with a more interesting plot, but it is so psychologically accurate and so masterly performed that it is able to move viewers without any further adornment. All it needs is for the characters to talk, feel and react to each other. [Cannes]

Though Pain & Glory is a too typically Almodóvar for my taste, his fans would be more appreciative. A retired film director portrayed by Banderas is going through physical suffering while remembering his childhood with his mother Penélope (the most beautiful, poetic part of the film) and meeting people who are important in his later life. The film offers nice colours in the Almodóvar style, autobiographical emotional bits, another interesting role for Antonio, and yet it still left me cold, despite its idea that movies are the nicest thing in life. [Cannes]

Featuring a noir LA cop who at night cleanses the world of the ugliest things, Too Old to Die Young is gloomy, atmospheric and harsh, while fleetingly recalling Lost Highway and 8MM, with titillating revelation of the darkest sexual taboos. It’s not a mini-series, but a seamless 15-hour film, an ultimate Refn work for the curious and callous. No skimming over the pretty surface like in The Neon Demon, but smooth development of disturbing storylines that you want or must witness – if you have the nerve and stomach for it. The fourth and fifth episodes were screened at Cannes with great fanfare. The former introduced the key characters, while the latter sucked the audience into a cinematically absorbing state of ecstasy built on atmosphere, shock and suspense. With unpredictable development and humorous nuances, Too Old uncovers the perversion and wickedness of the world of bad guys, while the audience lusts for bloody revenge. The eccentric Cliff Martinez and the master Khondji of Se7en fame behind the camera. Chilly warehouses, dim bars, dry deserts, LA back alleys. Brightly coloured neon lights. Fascists, Satanists, sadists and rapists. Best of Refn!

Lux Æterna offers a look behind the scenes of a smallish film production where everyone is shouting at each other, not knowing what’s going on and totally losing it. The more famous actors and actresses play themselves. In the film’s climax, Gaspar delivers a more-or-less meaningful closure followed by unforgettable closing credits, but as a whole, it’s horseshit, relying solely on the involvement of famous actors. [Cannes]

These indie relationship dramas from New York all look the same, just addressing slightly different conflicts and hurts. Here, a hetero boy falls in love with a trans girl and “must” lie to her in many ways, “cannot” introduce her to his intolerant acquaintances, etc. The moments of their first meeting and the deepening of the feelings between them are well portrayed, and Leyna Bloom has true feminine charm and knows how to act, but Port Authority is otherwise not a very memorable film. [Cannes]

The Wild Goose Lake is visually outstanding, the constant rain is heavily noir, and the very first shot of the movie is simply delicious. In general, however, it is a chaotic yawn fest with many scenes and details that are supposed to make the narrative original or even artsy, but instead just draw the focus away from the things that are important to the storyline. As a result, it lacks dramatic drive and its runtime seems to be needlessly inflated. [Cannes]

The yakuza versus the Chinese versus whoever. And a young, unsuccessful boxer, who is accidentally drawn into the scheme and is protecting a drug-addled yet important teenage prostitute against everything and everyone. The boxer’s storyline showing his transformation into a warrior is pleasant, but First Love pays more attention to the clan war, which is more grotesque than riveting, and its Miike-esque indie visuals do not add much. [Cannes]

Little Joe is an example of wasted potential despite its engaging futuristic style corresponding to its sterile setting and interesting theme that could have been developed in X ways with Y possible outcomes. The problem is not that it remained intimate and low-budget, or that it did not fit into the indicated genre categories. The problem is rather that in the second half, it is two steps behind the viewer in terms of wits and turns the main character, who is the viewer’s connection to the rising threat in the story, into a blind fool. [Cannes]