CANNES, May 16th (From our special Vjesnik correspondent) – Right out of the gate, the Cannes Film Festival has been pivoting toward women and the pressing issues they face. The big talk of the official lineup was definitely Samira Makhmalbaf’s "Five in the Afternoon." She's a 23-year-old director from Iran who’s already making waves at Cannes thanks to her first two films. Samira is actually the daughter of the legendary Iranian filmmaker Mohsen Makhmalbaf, who had his own film, "Kandahar," in the competition here just two years ago—a movie that dove headfirst into the chaos in Afghanistan back in September, tackling the brutal reality of life on the border with Iran.
Given everything that’s gone down over the last couple of years, Samira decided to push even further. Getting caught up in the struggle for women's rights, she tells the story of one woman navigating life after the fall of the Taliban regime. She heads off to a school that’s finally opened its doors to girls, bravely working toward the dream of one day becoming the President of the Republic.
She’s basically studying in secret while dealing with a strictly traditional father—a man deeply rooted in the Taliban lifestyle. Through this intense family drama, we get a gut-wrenching look at the absolute nightmare unfolding across Afghanistan: a landscape filled with hungry, lost souls and refugees fleeing from one corner of the country to the next, dying from starvation, landmines, or airstrikes.
Even though she tackled such a massive, heavy subject using almost documentary-style techniques and non-professional actors, the director hits a bit of a snag. It feels like she couldn't quite decide what to focus on, or maybe she just couldn't narrow it down, resulting in a film that touches on a little bit of everything but struggles to bring every single idea to a satisfying conclusion.
Because she’s jumping between family tension, the total collapse of society, political maneuvering, and feminist movements, the central romance ends up feeling sidelined. Even toward the end, the protagonist’s presidential ambitions—which would have provided some great opportunities for sharp, witty commentary on both society at large and the small details of her immediate world—get left on the cutting room floor.
The conversation around women also drifted into the meeting of thirteen European culture ministers led by Viviane Reding, the EU Commissioner for Culture and Audiovisual Media. They decided that the annual film award presented by Media should go to Peter Mullan’s "Magdalene Sisters," which explores intolerance and the plight of women within a Catholic community in Ireland. That film has been a massive hit, distributed across twelve different countries (though, naturally, there hasn't been much buzz about it here in the States yet) and seen by millions of people—including 600,000 in Italy, 560,000 in France, and 170,000 in Ireland.
Since 2000, the Media award has been given to the first or second film to achieve wide distribution and high viewership across a majority of European nations. The winner walks away with a glass sculpture and 25,000 euros. Past winners include Damien O'Donnell for "East be East," Frederic Fonteyne for "A pornographic love," and Danis Tanović for "No Man's Land."
There was also a roundtable discussion titled "New areas of European film," where filmmakers joined the ministers to talk about how audiences are an indispensable part of the filmmaking process, emphasizing how crucial co-productions are within the European framework. The consensus was that we need to support not just producers, but distributors too, helping them break past national borders and open up to the rest of the continent. The idea is that dialogue between different cultures can help balance things out, ease tensions, and ultimately help European cinema find its footing on the global stage.
We’re keeping the updates rolling from Cannes via Vjesnik, though this time there isn't a single person from our usual forum crowd (like Liberatore) hanging around there
Matrix Mania is absolutely steamrolling everything else in its path
CANNES, May 15th (From Vjesnik's special correspondent) – If you judge things by how this massive global film festival kicked off, then the official lineup is looking pretty grim, because those first two films were nowhere near the prestige or caliber this event demands. "Fanfan la Tulipe" just wasn't what it needed to be, and the very first film in the official competition for the "This Day" awards was even worse than anyone could have anticipated. Raúl Ruiz, that prominent Chilean director based out of Paris, was handed the keys and the cash from Eurimages to whip up this French-Swiss co-production. It’s a convoluted, pretentious, and frankly baffling mess that tries to tackle those age-old questions about madness. I mean, who’s actually crazy—the one everyone says is nuts, the one who believes the hype, or the guy who actually knows what's really going on?! By cramming a bunch of political intrigue into a family drama with these provocative, almost nonsensical resolutions, Ruiz seemed to get a bit too carried away playing with his own artistic freedom, thinking he could wrap it all up with some grand, flashy gesture. Since he clearly overplayed his hand, he ended up tripping over his own web of pretension and sky-high expectations. The whole thing collapsed into this messy, disastrous cocktail of political maneuvering, crime drama, psychological studies on insanity, and a total family conspiracy, all centered around some "poor" little socialite caught in a whirlwind of madness, murder, lies, sex, and an uncertain future. It’s a tough one to recount, even harder to sit through, and nearly impossible to rate as anything other than a total flop, which is definitely not the high-octane start you want at Cannes. That said, the second day brought a much-needed wake-up call with "The Matrix Reloaded," shown out of competition. It generated so much buzz and attention that it became—perhaps unintentionally—this massive American powerhouse response to all the stuffiness and boredom of European cinema. True to its name, the film arrived in Cannes just a day before it hits over a thousand theaters across the States, and a week before its big European rollout (including US theaters where this blockbuster is set to hit on May 22nd). Warner Bros. had plenty of commercial incentive to throw a spectacular presentation here in Cannes, complete with special installations and wild festivities for the full cast and crew who showed up. The Wachowskis, that provocative duo who apparently had a rough time dealing with reporters after the first movie, skipped the press conference even though they were at the Festival as directors, writers, and executive producers. Because of that, the acting squad stepped up to fill the void, which was exactly what people expected since they caused such a frenzy among the photojournalists. Honestly, it wasn't a shock given that the glamorous crew was led by the heavy-hitting producer Joel Silver along with Keanu Reeves, Laurence Fishburne, Jada Pinkett Smith, Carrie-Anne Moss, and Monica Bellucci, who were already turning heads with their killer looks at the opening night festivities. The first film was a massive hit back in 1999, and now, following this second installment, we're looking at a third "revolutionary" chapter hitting theaters this November. It’s basically a showcase for cutting-edge tech, utilizing a ton of new, unseen visual tricks and techniques that leave you floored, while still telling the story of humans fighting to survive against machines—these technical monsters programmed to wipe out everything natural and human. In this sequel, Neo is once again on that unpredictable journey he started when he popped that red pill in the first movie, trying to halt the war against the Machines while backing up his closest allies and friends—the ones who stuck by him no matter what, regardless of whether he had supernatural powers or not... Keanu Reeves is exactly what you need in a blockbuster lead—he’s got that magnetic look, almost cold on the surface, but underneath it all he's incredibly soulful, steady, and just a genuinely reliable guy. He’s the real deal, a true star for this new century and the generations to come.
The honor of kicking off this year's Cannes Film Festival out of competition went to the French adventure flick "Fanfan la Tulipe," directed by Gerard Krawczyk, which opened the festivities this Wednesday evening. But before the glitz and glamour of the premiere, journalists got an early look during a private press screening earlier that morning. Honestly, though, it didn't exactly set the room on fire; it’s just such a shallow, bloated, and frankly much weaker remake of the classic from fifty years ago. Back in March 1952, the legendary French director and writer Christian-Jaque delivered his iconic black-and-white version of "Fanfan la Tulipe" starring Gerard Philipe and Gina Lollobrigida. That film was a massive hit back then, pulling in over 6.7 million viewers and cementing itself as a total staple of French cinema history. So, you’d think someone in this modern era would have stepped up to the plate to try and recapture that magic, right? Well, producers Jean Cosmos and Luc Besson—who's a heavy hitter himself as both director and writer, serving here as producer and screenwriter—decided to take the swing. Their take is definitely more cynical, leaning into a contemporary vibe with updated takes on warfare and political shifts, yet they still tried to hold onto that sense of French pride through history and their hero, a man who evolved from a real person into a legend that inspires songs, fairy tales, and, well, movies like this one. Sadly, even with all their attempts at being witty and playing with modern adventure and action tropes, the filmmakers couldn't quite shake off that stuffy, traditional European period drama feel. It ends up feeling way too long, bogged down by stereotypical dialogue, cliché characters, and a touch of sentimentality that actually does more harm than good to the whole vibe. The real highlights are the bits of irony and cynicism aimed at their own history, which pop up occasionally to flesh out the invincible hero, La Tulipe, and lean into the melodramatic romance between him and the Gypsy girl. Now, look, Vincent Perez and Penélope Cruz aren't exactly Gerard Philipe and Gina Lollobrigida, but they do a perfectly fine job with what they were given. Perez feels like a sort of modern-day Alain Delon, while Penélope Cruz is basically the hottest star in Europe currently making waves in Hollywood. It’s no shocker that she was the undisputed center of attention at the press conference, getting peppered with questions—not even so much about the movie, but about her, including the big question everyone wanted answered: why wasn't Tom Cruise standing there by her side at the opening? Her answer? Sadly, Tom was tied up finishing filming a samurai epic and couldn't make it, even though he really wanted to. Starting the festival with a French production doesn't seem to be the winning move, especially since we saw a similar letdown a few years back when the festival opened with "Vatel" starring Gerard Depardie. Despite all the pretension and grandiosity, it looks like the French might struggle to go toe-to-toe with the big-budget American commercial machine, particularly this year, when everyone is already buzzing for the sequel to "The Matrix Reloaded," which is easily the most anticipated event at the festival this Thursday.
So, it all kicked off yesterday, and since this is hands down the best film festival out there for catching stuff actually worth watching, I’ve been digging up some info to share. If you guys have anything good, throw it my way:
On May 15th, they’re running a screening of »The Matrix Reloaded« over at Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Cannes, featuring a gorgeous restoration of Luis Buñuel's »Andalusian Dog« courtesy of the Library of Congress. It’s all part of this special heritage program happening in the Buñuel hall. They’ve got fifteen films lined up—everything from massive classics to those rare gems you never see—with ten of them on 35mm film and five in high-def digital. Some highlights include three films honoring Michael Curtiz, the French animated classic »The King and the Bird« by Paul Grimault, and a restored version of Jerry Schatzberg's »Scary«, which actually snagged the Palme d'Or back in '73. Since last year, the Cannes Film Festival has been doing this annual thing where they pick polished restorations from all over the map—Europe, the US, Asia, you name it. Looking at the lineup suggested by archives, film libraries, studios, and producers, we're talking about hits like Ettore Scola's »We All Loved Each Other So Much«, Richard Brooks' »Cold-blooded«, Jean Renoir's »Marseille«, Mikhail Kalatozov's »Me, Cuba«, and Michael Curtiz's »Robin Hood«. They’re even showing a bunch of documentaries covering legends like Federico Fellini, Charlie Chaplin, Claude Sautet, and Lester James Peries. (Hina)
I watched this ages ago, and just revisited it with all the new footage that bumps the runtime up past three hours. Honestly? It didn't land for me back then, and it definitely isn't hitting the mark now. There are flashes of brilliance—like that cavalry charge set to Wagner—but as a whole, the thing feels like a pretentious collage lacking any real dramatic weight. And that final appearance by the brand near the end, somewhere around the two-and-a-half-hour mark? Total anticlimax. After reaching such incredible heights with The Godfather, The Conversation, and The Godfather II, it feels like Coppola just hit a wall and spiraled into a creative crisis he never quite recovered from. It’s wild to me that some institution—maybe the American Film Institute? I can't recall exactly, feel free to set me straight—actually named this the best film of the last 25 years.
If you treated Apocalypse Now Redux like some niche underground flick, sure, I might say it’s interesting, mostly because you don't really have to "get" underground movies. But looking at it this way—it's a massive film that turned out to be a massive flop.
I’d actually love it if someone jumped in here to tell me I'm wrong and walk me through what makes this movie great. As it stands, my honest reaction while watching was just... nothing. Pure indifference.
Miami, look, with all due respect, you’re totally out of line calling Heat garbage. I’d happily sit through a movie like that any day of the week—probably even twice. Now, the rest of what you said about De Niro? Spot on.
I was actually reading this interview with De Niro recently, and it’s crystal clear that for him, acting is just a job, like clocking in at an office, and his big driving force is basically just making sure he "sets his kids up for success in life."
Let’s be real, it took a lot of movies for most people to actually realize the guy can play a total creep if he wants to—if they even caught on at all. I know I did. He used to carry so much weight, though. Back when he was at the top of his game, seeing his name on a poster was basically a seal of quality.
P.S. Miami, if you honestly thought De Niro and Pacino never shared a set during Heat, go back and watch it. There’s this killer scene where they’re just grabbing coffee and talking, and the tension between them is absolutely electric... Don't go undermining your own authority by being superficial. 😉
Richard Hernandez13 said:About 30,000 people showed up for the third Sundance Film Festival. By the fourth one, we saw about a 40-50% jump in pilgrims—mostly just kids, mostly.
Honestly, that’s like me claiming this forum gets a million visitors a month just because we hit a million page views. It’s totally different. You didn't have 30,000 unique souls wandering through the Sundance Film Festival; what you have is the total sum of tickets scanned at the screenings, and let's be real, people at these festivals end up catching ten or more movies. If a forum hits a million page loads, you’re probably looking at maybe 10,000 actual unique users.
Since we were just talking about Napa Valley, check out what’s making headlines in today's news
70 films in Napa Valley This year's »Sundance Film Festival« is hitting the scene from July 28th through August 1st. We're looking at a lineup featuring over 70 flicks coming straight from indie studios and those smaller, under-the-radar film industries—that's the word from Igor Mirković, who heads up the Public Relations Department »Sundance Film Festival«. To celebrate the fifth anniversary of the event, they're actually putting together a book all about the festival, which should be dropping this June. Also, as of January 1st, Olinka Vištica has stepped up as the new director of the »Sundance Film Festival«; she was the coordinator before this and has been a core part of the creative crew since day one. The former director, Boris T. Matić, decided to step down to focus on some other big projects he's got cooking, but according to the Public Relations Department »Sundance Film Festival«, he isn't leaving entirely because he'll still be hanging around as the chairman of the Festival Advisory Board. (Associated Press)
Richard Hernandez13 said:What makes you think the Sundance Film Festival is so "elitist"?
I mean, seriously, how many people can even show up to the Sundance Film Festival anyway? What kind of massive cinema complex are they running there? You can't even find a decent hotel room in town unless you book one of those fancy Spas, which means you're basically trekking back and forth to the city center, and honestly, sleeping in a tent just isn't my vibe. This whole thing started as just a small group of friends having an idea, and it’s actually been a huge success, totally blowing past what they originally imagined. But look, if I'm looking to catch some incredible movies, I'm not really in the mood to turn it into some wild survival adventure where I'm begging for tickets or struggling to find a place to crash. That's why, if I were calling the shots, I'd run my own festival—one where I could actually enjoy the films from the comfort of my own bed.🙂
Honestly, I’d be down to see a remake of about 90% of everything that gets produced nowadays. Let's be real—out of every hundred movies, maybe ten actually hold water.
And if we're talking global trends, I'd love to see Europeans making remakes of American films instead of the other way around. Actually, scratch that—I’d probably have to step in and strictly forbid it.
I’ve been sitting here wondering why "Breaking the wave" doesn't count as a Dogma film. Honestly, I don't really care if it fits the label or not—I usually just follow specific directors anyway—so it’s just bugging me why one of his flicks is considered part of the movement while another isn't. Did the whole thing just fizzle out, or did this particular movie just fail to play by the rules?
Jessica Wright said:Basically, she’s always overanalyzing movies, and don't even get me started on how she tries to apply all that deep philosophy to real life, yet somehow she can never actually produce anything smart or interesting—hell, anything at all. But man, the constant analysis goes on forever...
Look, Jessica, I honestly need a translator just to wrap my head around your posts. Are we talking about your obsession with Dawson or what...? Look, honey, this is an American film forum, and we are still talking about the film Sin's room (la stanza del figlio).
Look, let me lay it out for you, simple as that. Since there are plenty of folks hanging out on this forum who either get to see movies the average American audience will never touch, or just stay plugged into enough sources to "sniff out" a winner, I honestly think we could put together a killer selection committee for a truly top-tier—and I mean exceptional—film festival.
Let’s be real about ourselves for a second, though—we aren't exactly winning any awards here. Cities like Vienna, Istanbul, and Moscow all have their own massive festivals that actually draw crowds, while we’re stuck with something like Napa Valley, which feels a bit too niche for anything beyond a few hundred people.
So, why not everyone step up? You can all be selectors—think Liberatore, PBE, Mickey, Zhabotinsky... the whole gang—and start pitching what you love. The core idea would basically be "the best of the best," because theoretically, any movie could make the cut at our fest 🙂. Just imagine if we managed to pick a breakout hit before it even hits Cannes or Venice. We do the curation, we watch the films as they drop, and then we hand out the accolades—films get that "Official Selection" badge, someone takes home the Grand Prix... 🙂 It’s essentially a virtual film festival, but when you really think about it, isn't most of it just as virtual as the big shows in Cannes, Berlin, Venice, Sundance, Istanbul, or Vienna? The common thread is that I, along with most of you, probably haven't actually been inside those venues (I've mostly just walked past the theaters in Cannes and Venice).
P.S. Hey, if you guys really want to take this thing to the next level, we could actually try to pull this off in the real world, and maybe one day this whole virtual concept could find its way onto the stage at Carnegie Hall.
So, here’s the discussion thread for the movie. We’re talking about Solaris, though we currently only have this one opening post to kick things off. Look, forgive me for playing the cop here, but please, just drop some actual, coherent thoughts about the film itself. I won't start the fire either, mostly because I haven't even seen it yet. But if I had to put money on it, I bet most of you are looking for that sweet spot where you claim it’s way worse than the original—not just a little bit, but significantly—yet still holds enough merit to be considered decent.
Alright, can someone please walk me through why "la stanza del figlio" is supposedly such a masterpiece? To me, it feels like just another mediocre flick, and I’m having a hard time buying the hype that it was the big winner at Cannes 2001 (you know, the one that snagged the Palma for best film). Honestly, the movie was fine enough while it was just drifting through the daily grind of a typical family—I actually would have preferred if it had just stayed in that lane without all the heavy drama. But that whole tragedy bit felt totally unearned, like it lacked any real justification or deeper point. It felt completely arbitrary, like something pulled out of thin air just for shock value. Was the message supposed to be that a good life can't last, or maybe that you can help everyone else through their struggles while being totally powerless to fix your own mess? Is that really it? Tell me if I'm missing something huge here.
There’s this interview on the DVD where Nanni Moretti—who basically wears every hat imaginable as the lead actor, writer, producer, and director—basically admits he's a total competitor. He says winning is everything to him, and that he beats his own previous records simply because he has this obsessive drive to come out on top. There’s even a scene in the film where he explains this exact mindset to his son—that you have to have that killer instinct—while the kid just wants to play tennis and enjoy himself. The fact that Moretti walked away with the Palma at Cannes just feels like a validation of how hollow his whole philosophy is. Sure, he won, but at what cost to the art?
Timothy Cox2, you absolute saint of cinema, it’s honestly so refreshing that you kicked off a thread like this using such an unconventional approach. I’m just crossing my fingers that the rest of this discussion doesn't devolve into everyone obsessing over how to spell Lars von Trier's name. 🙂
Staying on track with the actual subject, I have to say the whole "Lomec wave" vibe really hit home for me, and that ending? It felt like getting smacked in the face with a sledgehammer, though in a way I actually found pretty great. But man, "Dancer in the Dark" just wasn't for me. I can't do those kinds of movies. Even Luis Buñuel would probably tell me—"I'm not a fan of the blind."
Let me just drop the bottom line right at the top, because I can already tell this is going to be a massive wall of text that nobody actually wants to wade through. Bottom line: this movie is absolutely stunning, easily the most important thing I've watched in the last year.
The opening sets the stage with what looks like a brutal murder, a grim introduction to a pretty heavy world. Not long after, we find out an eleven-year-old girl from one family was brutally killed, and honestly, for me, there is nothing more gut-wrenching in cinema than the death of a child—you can do all sorts of things, but leave the kids out of it. Relationships are a mess; husbands cheat, wives walk away, marriages are rotting from the inside, and those that seem stable are probably just an illusion. The state of the world isn't looking great here either; it feels like even a place like Australia, which used to feel like the last bastion of Western civilization, is starting to look more and more like Los Angeles. If you’re looking for a warm hug or some comfort, this movie definitely isn't going to give it to you. The way it dissects relationships and marriages is almost Bergman-esque—cold, clinical, and totally unapologetic. But, lo and behold, despite all that darkness, the film isn't just a detached observer; it actually tries to maintain some kind of balance and offer a moral compass.
People love to talk about plot twists, and yeah, this is definitely a candidate for a major one. And thank God it is. Everything that looked absolutely horrific at the start turns out not to be quite as devastating as it seemed, suggesting that maybe there's still some hope left in this world.
To me, I experienced Lathan primarily as the ultimate cinematic exploration of Trust. Everything you ever wanted to know about the essence of trust—having faith in people, whether it's those closest to you or humanity in general—is laid out here through the intersecting lives of three or four different families.
Quotes are really the best way to illustrate this. There's this psychiatrist promoting her book about the murder of her daughter who says: - We don't know what to feel anymore. We don't even know what's right or wrong. It's the confused cry of the modern age. We ask ourselves... What can we believe in? Who can we trust? Politicians? Good luck with that. Priests? You'd be surprised how many patients come to me who used to have faith in priests. It shouldn't be this way, but it is. So who then? Parents? Home is a sanctuary for a privileged few. For most, it's a battlefield. It shouldn't be, but it is. Love? Can we believe in love? Can we feel secure in love? Loving someone means you have to relinquish power, doesn't it? It's a mutual surrender. But how do you achieve that? Through trust. Trust is as vital to human connection as breathing is to life, and just as elusive. And that psychiatrist, who has basically diagnosed the core crisis of our era, is failing because of a total lack of trust. First, a lack of trust in the person she lives with, and then a lack of trust in the entire world she inhabits.
Even a seemingly perfect family, like the cop's—she's beautiful, smart, loyal, has two sons, they're well-off—they're dealing with serious crises too. The cop cheats on his wife because he feels numb, because he's lost the ability to feel anything beyond the marriage routine. His wife doesn't talk to him about it; she talks to her psychiatrist. Here is their dialogue: - Did you tell him you aren't happy? - I thought I didn't need to. - That depends on what kind of actress you are. - I think I'm a pretty good one. - What kind of marriage would you want? – Something passionate, challenging, and honest. - It isn't honest? - Emotionally, it isn't... And I want more, so much more than that...
Second scene: - It's not even about whether he might have slept with someone else. It's that he might not tell me. That would be the betrayal.
But true trust is best seen in the scene where the wife of a woman suspected of disappearing tells her friend that her husband is innocent. When the antagonist asks her how she knows, she answers with total conviction: "He told me so!" In a real relationship between two people, there is no room for doubt; you believe in what no one else believes. And you end up being right. That is the number one family in the film that managed to keep their trust intact.
In a wounded, decaying relationship like the one between the psychiatrist and her husband, you can't even trust what should be obvious and certain. Everything is called into question. Everything becomes a reason for suspicion. Even a patient or a random brush against a stranger is treated as an attack on one's character. That is the second family, where everything falls apart due to the loss of trust.
The third family is easily the most fascinating part of this whole thing. You’ve got this police officer whose marriage went through the absolute ringer—total betrayal, crushing regret, and then the messy process of trying to clean up the wreckage. It kind of hints at the idea that even after a massive blowout like infidelity, things might actually be salvageable if you handle it the right way. This guy actually had the guts to stand there in front of his wife, own up to the cheating, and basically put his neck on the chopping block, leaving her decision entirely up to her. He’d heard on some tape that she would have left him if he’d cheated, but he wanted to be as honest as humanly possible, trying to rebuild a sense of basic, stripped-down trust. I guess you could say a painful truth is better for trust than a comfortable lie or playing games. It’s a philosophy common sense might tell you to avoid, but it’s incredibly moral, and honestly, it makes you feel like redemption is actually on the table.
Then you’ve got the fourth family, where the husband comes back to his wife after an affair with another man that she didn't even know about. It gives you the full spectrum of scenarios to chew on, making you wonder if that's somehow better or worse than the situation where everything was confessed and sincerely repented for.
At the end of the day, here’s how I read this movie: Trust is like a bridge—it's the structure you stand on while you're out there reaching for other people. As long as you believe in that imaginary bridge, you can walk on it, jump on it, or sprint across to reach someone else. But the second you start doubting, the second that trust in humanity starts to crumble, the bridge just vanishes. Then you either plummet straight into the abyss (which is literally what happens to the psychiatrist in the film) or you're just left standing there, all alone and miserable, on your side of the shore.
Even if all this heavy lifting regarding the concept of Trust feels a bit much for some people, they'll still find plenty to sink their teeth into in what is, ultimately, a gripping who-done-it crime story.
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