On the other end of the quality spectrum, Saturday provided one of those
experiences of which legends are made. In the morning, Johnny Depp gave
us "The Brave," which followed a promising first half-hour with
90 minutes of increasing bad melodramatics redeemed only by certain portions
of Ry Cooder's music. Adding insult to injury were Depp's flagrant thefts
from Jim Jarmusch's infinitely superior "Dead Man," one of Cannes's
most memorable highlights two years ago. Things were equally apalling when
Wim Wenders unveiled "The End of Violence" at the evening press
screening--a picture that didn't even have a halfway decent score to its
credit. This makes two Cannes disasters in a row for the once-estimable
Wim, who bored us into a similar stupor with "Faraway, So Close!"
a couple of seasons back. It's clear that Johnny Depp isn't ready to make
a movie yet, but I thought Wim Wenders was!