DOUGLAS FIELD relishes the hard-boiled language, satire and humour of the third and last of the Harlem trilogy
THE jury stunned, but did not displease the festival audience here on Saturday night, with the awards for the 77th Cannes Film Festival. It’s not that the winners were unpopular, but that they were unexpected.
Everyone predicted the Palme D’Or would go to Mohammad Rasoulof’s The Seed Of The Sacred Fig, the story of an investigating judge in Tehran who grapples with paranoia as nationwide political protests intensify and his gun mysteriously disappears, but instead the film won only the Special Award.
Everyone expected legendary US actress Demi Moore to pick up Best Actress for her searing performance in The Substance, the story of an ageing Hollywood actress-turned-aerobics-workout-host who gets fired from a TV network for being deemed too old. In a rage of desperation, she calls a tip she’s been handed anonymously and gets hooked up with a sinister sci-fi body-enhancement programme known as The Substance.
MARIA DUARTE, JAMES WALSH and ANDY HEDGECOCK review The Invite, My Father’s Island, Nirvanna: the Band, the Show, the Movie, and Oh My Goodness!
RITA DI SANTO takes us through the prize winners, and takes the temperature of a festival that prioritised narratives of exile, state violence and class division
LEO BOIX, ANGUS REID and MARIA DUARTE review Night Stage, Two Women, Kim Novak’s Vertigo, and Fuze
LEO BOIX, ANDY HEDGECOCK and MARIA DUARTE review Dreamers, It Was Just An Accident, Folktales, and Eternity


