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We reached for each other's hand about twenty minutes into Tangles. Not dramatically, not consciously. Just the quiet, involuntary reach of two people sitting in the dark who have both known what it is to watch someone they love begin, very slowly, to go somewhere they cannot follow. Tangles, the fourth film of our third day at Cannes and the eleventh of the festival, is that kind of film. The kind that finds you where you actually live and does not apologize for it. Leah Nel

We have a particular weakness for animation that treats itself as art rather than product, that uses the freedom of the drawn line to go somewhere live action cannot follow. So we arrived at In Waves, Phuong Mai Neguyen's adaptation of AJ Dungo's graphic memoir, with genuine anticipation. The images delivered everything we hoped for. The story delivered something we have seen too many times before, dressed up in colors too beautiful for the clichés underneath. The film is, at