Cannes Film Festival – Un Certain Regard, 2013
I was on a bit of a moviewatching bender that day I saw “Nothing Bad Can Happen” at the Cannes Film Festival. (It’s still a bit of an ignominious personal record – I saw four movies in that day alone.) I began the day with a 9:00 AM screening James Gray’s sublime “The Immigrant” and then quickly hit a mid-morning Director’s Fortnight showing of the instantly forgettable French film “Henri.”
Looking for something else to do with my day, I began to peruse the trades looking for yet another film to see. As I perused Un Certain Regard, the section of the official competition for edgier and less renowned talent, I noticed a plot description that included the phrase “test of faith.” Intrigued by that line alone, I went and tried my luck for the line at a repeat projection of “Nothing Bad Can Happen.”
Having very few ideas of what to expect save that brief synopsis, I entered the film rather naively and exited in a form of cinematic shellshock. In her debut feature, director Katrin Gebbe got deeply underneath my skin and really disturbed me with her unflinching portrayal of the horrifying violence humans are capable of committing. Her film lingers in my imagination, unsettling me profoundly still with just the thought of it.
Cannes Film Festival – Out of Competition, 2013
In a discussion about the film “
Cannes Film Festival – Official Competition, 2013
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Cannes Film Festival – Official Competition, 2013
In the effort to engage in the larger cultural conversation about “important” films, I realize that it must seem like I can only appreciate a movie if it tackles topics of great thematic heft or breaks some sort of cinematic mold. But truth be told, I love a movies like “

Recently, the South has seen a bit of a revival at the cinema. An emerging generation of filmmakers, headlined by Jeff Nichols and David Gordon Green, have found the region’s rich heritage to be fertile grounds for stories largely passed over by the coast-focused Hollywood.
I’ve always been fascinated by people on the cutting edge of their art, and even more enthralled by those who are forming just what that art will be. (Perhaps this explains my recent fascination with early film history.) One such iconoclast is Marina Abramavic, a performance artist who is pushing boundaries that don’t even exist for her medium yet.
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