Every year at the Cannes Film Festival, excluding 2009, people complain that the films selected for the Main Competition are weak, but this year brought new meaning to the collective ennui shared by critics, press and the general public. While some say Cannes was awash with unwatchable art house fodder, there were some notable exceptions. Much of the fiction fare was considered bland, self-indulgent or just plain ridiculous, but there were many serious and engaging documentaries that got audiences fired up and indignant. Former CIA agent Valery Plame appeared more closely aligned with Lucy Walker's  Countdown to Zero, but she walked le tapis rouge with her screen persona, Naomi Watts, for Doug Liman's Fair Game. While Oliver Stone's Money Never Sleeps was dismissed as "useless and more embarrassing than his first Wall Street," documentaries treating the same topic fascinated audiences and were extensively examined in the media.      

Highest ranking was Charles Ferguson's Inside Job, in the Special Screenings category. Anyone who saw Ferguson's Academy Award-nominated No End in Sight might expect the same intelligent  and rigorous  investigation, followed by a strong, coherent analysis of the subject, and they'll not be disappointed.

Inside Job, which Sony Pictures Classics will distribute this fall, explains not only how deregulation helped create "an increasingly criminal industry" that produced a series of financial crises, but also the specific events responsible for the global financial meltdown in 2008. "It was no accident," says Ferguson. "It was a completely avoidable crisis."

Interviews with lobbyists, investment bankers, financial insiders, politicians, journalists, government officials in the pockets of Wall Street, university and business school professors who are on the Federal Reserve Board reveal the extent of collaboration and corruption not only within the US government, but also in its financial and academic institutions.  

Lucy Walker's frightening message in her excellent Countdown to Zero, which galvanized Sundance audiences in January, is a call to abandon nuclear arms. The evidence shows that a nuclear catastrophe will occur in the near future. Plame attended screenings and described her role in the CIA, before she was outed by the Bush team: to prevent rogue states with terrorist intentions from getting their hands on these very lethal weapons.

With Draquila-Italy Trembles, fearless Italian comedienne, author, director and TV personality Sabina Guzzanti delivers a caustic inquiry into the corruption, Mafia connections, blackmail, government swindle and political scandals that define Silvio Berlusconi's authoritarian rule. She describes the lethargy of the political classes, the cowardice of the media and the impotence of Italian citizens. Following her 2005 film Viva Zapatero, which detailed the steady erosion of freedom of expression in her country, Draquila- Italy Trembles revisits the scene of the April 2009 earthquake and the bureaucratic bungling which left victims helpless and without shelter for more than six months. Most alarming is the creation, thanks to Berlusconi, of a new, extremely powerful "Civil Protection Authority" that nobody knows much about, but exists like a parallel state with sweeping powers to bypass or overturn the law.          

Sophie Fiennes' Over Your Cities Grass Will Grow explores the work and creative process of  65-year-old German artist Anselm Kiefer within the universe he built at La Ribotte in the south of France. His studio workshop spans over a 35-hectare landscape of elaborate art installations, 48 buildings, twisting towers,  bridges, lakes, grottos, forests and a labyrinth of tunnels. The film has few words; cinematographer Remko Schnorr studies the light, shapes and textures; and the music, by Jorg Widmann and Gyorgy Ligeti, and sound design, by Bram Boers, lend an appropriate aural texture But for such a fascinating portrait of an artist, only France and the Netherlands supported Britain's Sophie Fiennes with financing for her film. Thanks to Cannes, Fiennes' film received well deserved praise and recognition.

The Director's Fortnight category included  Jean-Stephane Bron's Cleveland vs. Wall Street, which re-creates the trial that should have taken place in  January  2009, when Cleveland-based attorney Josh Cohen summoned to court the 21 banks responsible for the extensive foreclosures. The banks used every devious means possible to block the proceedings, so the filmmaker devised a fiction film that follows the form of an investigative documentary in which the protagonists are real, they give their own testimony and express their own truth. Cleveland vs Wall Street attracted a number of buyers at Cannes, including Neo-Classics in the US, Sacher in Italy, Sejong Communications in South Korea and Shapira Films in Israel.

"Jagger rocks the Croisette" was the buzz on Thursday, as Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger introduced Stephen Kijak's Stones in Exile and fielded questions afterwards. Surprising to some, disturbing to others, the film was an act of naked marketeering, in which a promotional piece created to accompany the re-release of the Stones' classic 1972 album Exile on Main Street was showcased as a real film qualifying for the coveted Director's Fortnight section. Hired by Universal Music Group to make a (too short) 60-minute film, Kijak succeeds in depicting the wild, wired, weird world at Villa Nellcote in the South of France during the recording of the album, after the group had fled the UK amid a staggering tax debt. Great music and new tracks, with commentary from those who lived through it all, as well as  footage from Robert Frank's Cocksucker Blues and still photography by Dominique Tarle make Stones in Exile a moveable feast for eyes and ears. However, the record company's decision to open and close the film with unnecessary and irrelevant sound bites from non-significant recording artists, as if to validate the film to a younger audience, shows how truly out of touch the music industry is.  

Frederick Wiseman has a large, loyal following in Europe, particularly in France, where his La Danse, about the Paris Opera Ballet, was so lovingly admired, it competed for Best Documentary in the 2010 Cesars. Screening in the Director's Fortnight, Boxing Gym, which has very little dialogue, is a bit of a departure from the youthful octogenarian's storytelling style, but a syncopated rhythm of leather mitts beating on punching bags provides a kind of musical score. In what appears to be a derelict warehouse somewhere in Austin, Texas, a cross-section of society congregates and transforms the place into a hub of human activity. The film's beauty and power comes from John Davey's steady, thoughtful, observant camera. Wiseman's sharp editing has a beat, a rhythm and a pacing that energizes. Equally entertaining were pre- and post-screening discussions with Wiseman at the American Pavilion, where he explained the technical and aesthetic aspects of his work: the advantages of editing on Moviola versus an Avid, his preference for film over digital or hi-def, and the themes that link his body of work. In fluent French, Wiseman explained the six-month process of whittling down 60 hours of dailies into the marvelous 90-minute Boxing Gym.

It has been 20 years since Critic's Week selected a documentary for competition, and this year, for the first time in the history of Semaine de la Critique, a documentary, Armadillo, by Danish director Janus Metz, won the Grand Prix. Metz says Denmark lost its innocence when it went to war in Afghanistan. Embedded for six months with young, inexperienced and somewhat naïve Danish soldiers at Denmark's outpost called Armadillo in Helmand Province, Metz and cinematographer Lars Skree risked their lives but kept the camera running throughout to record daily life. Frustrated that they cannot tell the difference between an Afghan who tends his goats and an Afghan member of the Taliban who tends his grenades, the soldiers gradually realize the futility of their mission. Only after the company is ambushed do good intentions fade away, and when the soldiers openly express the thrill, excitement and adrenalin rush of killing, the outraged and embarrassed military protests, and the nation debates the ethics of "killing for peace." 

Not only for French audiences but for lovers of cinema everywhere is Toscan, a touching  portrait of Daniel Toscan de Plantier, head of the Gaumont Film Company for 35 years. This cultivated, exuberant, flamboyant personality produced the films of some of the world's greatest directors--Fellini, Losey, Bergman, Kurasawa, Fassbinder, Zulawski and Pialat among them. Toscan regularly fought all commercial pressure and protected his artists from making compromises for the sake of money, citing Guitry, Cocteau and Nietzche to justify his single-mindedness. Toscan shrugs his shoulders when a journalist holds him responsible for bringing down Gaumont, and when accused of not charging the Russians enough money for the films they imported from France, he replies, "If they can dream with us...it was worth it. What is the price of a dream? A film is a lot cheaper than a nuclear weapon..."--at which point, the great and the good of the French film industry, including Gilles Jacob, Thierry Fremaux, Juliette Binoche, Costa-Gavras, Frederic Mitterand and Jack Lang, along with Toscan de Plantier's family members, burst into thunderous applause.

Cameraman: The Life and Work of Jack Cardiff,  screening in the Cannes Classics section is a superb portrait of the legendary cinematographer and a fascinating look into the history of cinema, especially the early days of Technicolor 3 strip camera photography. Director Craig McCall began collaborating with Cardiff on the film in 1997, so Cardiff does a lot of the commentary and voiceover. His most famous achievements as cinematographer were Black Narcissus, The African Queen and The Red Shoes. Cardiff was the preferred cameraman among Hollywood's greatest leading ladies--Marlene Dietrich, Ava Gardner, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn--but he was also a director in his own right. The most interesting section of the film is when Cardiff demonstrates how his lighting style imitated the light on canvases of Dutch and Flemish master painters.   

Women Are Heroes, which screened in the Critic's Week category, shows us women from all over the world whose lives have been ravaged or broken, but who are determined to lift themselves up. Despite the criticism of a lack of narrative, the film is worthy for its empowering message alone, taking viewers to favelas in Rio de Janeiro, shantytowns in Kenya, fields in Cambodia and villages in Rwanda and India to hear women tell of the impact on their lives after seeing  gigantic photographs of their faces painted on bridges, trains, sides of buildings... "I will not remain the way I am, I will improve myself"..."Seeing my photo on the front of a building means someone is interested in you, means you are someone important." Reactions on the faces of the men are equally revealing.

With so much going on almost round the clock at both the festival and market during those hectic 11 days in May, Cannes is a real challenge to one's health and sanity. The pressure to absorb the most from each day eats away the possibility of getting proper sleep each night. Almost thankful when it's time to leave, and the exhaustion, headaches and sneezing fits kick in, you float into that semi-dream state of lingering memories of those exotic characters, strange lives and unusual stories. You keep wondering where they are now and what they are doing. It makes it all worthwhile.