FESTIVALS: Cannes Con; Moretti Mambos His Way To Victory

by Mark Peranson

In a plane high above the Atlantic, trying to regain the sleep missed from the last week of the Cannes Film Festival, I am awoken by a shuddering thought that was confirmed upon my landing back home, and reading the awards list: the entire world is absolutely insane. Okay: The film world. This thought began earlier in the week, coming to fruition on Day 7 or so, as reviews in the Cannes dailies and the summation reports in "Variety" et. al. showed a clear lack of understanding as to what the festival, in general, and the particular films were all about. If I see another review with a line like, "As in all of de Oliviera's films