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We have been waiting for Fatherland. Not this specific film exactly, but the feeling of it. The particular gravity of a Pawlikowski picture arriving at Cannes in black and white with Sandra Hüller in it, the sense that something has been made with absolute certainty about what it wants to be and absolute patience in becoming it. After three days and nine films, some of them beautiful and many of them wanting, Fatherland arrived as our tenth film of the festival like a deep br

We have been watching Jane Schoenbrun come into themselves across three films now, and it has been one of the genuinely thrilling things to witness in contemporary American cinema. We're All Going to the World's Fair was a coming out, tender and strange and made from the inside of a particular kind of loneliness. I Saw the TV Glow was a wound, one of the most viscerally upsetting films about gender dysphoria we have ever seen, wearing its metaphor like armor. And now, at the