The Hollywood Reporter takes a slapper to Wim Wenders; the subhed to the review is “Rarely has a film this silly been inflicted on the Cannes Competition:

Wenders has reached a new low with “Palermo Shooting,” a film of startling and embarrassing banality and, yes, even silliness. One is hard-pressed to imagine any commercial future whatsoever for this film, and a pickup by a U.S. distribution company seems virtually impossible.
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Every time the film goes philosophical on us, the resultant dialogue is sententious and banal. We learn, among other things, that people during the time of the fresco that [the hero’s friend] Flavia is restoring were afraid of death, and that they still are, and that, to live life to the fullest, we should do everything as though it were for the last time. He speaks meaningfully of “absurd freedom” and “desperate futility.” Finn also is repeatedly warned that doing this “fashion crap” is hurting his reputation in the art world, another not-exactly-fresh theme.
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For most viewers, the question of the meaning of it all will come down to this: Where does Wenders find people to continue to invest in his films?