It’s the same running-ragged story with little chances to write. One can only hope to survive and stay in the game.
Day 3 began with Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s “Micmacs,” picking up exactly where the magical, whimsical world of “Amelie,” left off, but whether you’ll find that predictable and derivative, well, that might just be up to your subjective taste.
Werner Herzog offered a two-fer: the odd, noir comedy, “Bad Lieutenant,” and the existential horror “My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done,” and both weren’t entirely successful, and while we suppose one of them did provide some manic, ironic laughs, this would not prove to be his day or his festival. More full reviews later…
