Liberté

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] (05/21/2019)

Waiting for a Dick or Dumont 2.0. The concept of luring people to the cinema with the promise of smut and then letting them spend more than two hours watching rubberneckers wandering around in the forest and greasing their tangled dicks is essentially sardonic in a likable sort of way. However, that does not change the fact that it is empty conceptual hokum that will not survive the current festival season. The thesis that the libertines were just a group of chattering wanderers, grandfathers unable to get an erection and passionate women who hoped in vain for an orgasm is fine, but the point could have been put across in a quarter of the runtime. (05/19/2019)