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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