Ever had the feeling, when the credits roll and the lights go up, that you've been watching a completely different film to everyone else? Welcome to our morning, which was spent at a screening of the last Cannes 2013 competition film, Roman Polanski's adaptation of the David Ives broadway play "Venus in Fur." Sure, there were laughs to be had, for which the delightful surprise of leading lady (and Polanski's wife) Emmanuelle Seigner's performance was largely to thank, and the witty inventiveness of the first act or so had us quite on board. But the overwrought twists and on-the-nose inversions of the second half, all the bigger for taking place in one contained space, along with the sneaking suspicion that the film thought it was being terribly transgressive and daring when it actually felt facile and not a little skeezy, cooled us considerably. So much so that when the three French guys next to us leapt to their feet applauding and shouting bravo, we did fleetingly wonder if we...
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