Part caper, part circus performance, each frame seems to be a throwback to a different time of storytelling. Like Gilliam's addition to this year's fest, Jeunet's Micmacs is hard to fault as it's just so much fun.

However, where his last worksVery Long Engagement and Amelie had the wide-eyed Audrey Tautou to hold it together, the cast simply don't have the same magnetic charm this time round.

Still, this is nit picking, Micmacs, if light and silly, is still a wonderful thing to behold, as clever and beautifully constructed as the wonderful automata that populate the tinker's workroom in the film.

Bravo encore, Monsieur Jeunet.

Thankfully spared any connection to the former, abysmal Bad Lieutenant, Herzog traces the downfall of a good cop in antediluvian New Orleans. In the first moments of the film, we see Cage jump over a ledge into murky water. Causing injury and subsequent addition to painkillers, this explicit descent results in a mess of coke sniffing, gun shooting, hooker beating mayhem.

Cage is simply on full tilt throughout, a performance that verges on comical in its intensity. Yet, weirdly, it all seems to work, the story seems genuinely captivating. Plus, there's some fabulous, trippy shots of giant lizards that make for wonderful Herzogian moments.

There's a dark, dark humour throughout that keeps the film from plunging into over-the-top farce. In the end, BLT is a rambunctious, ridiculous feat of cinematic excess.

Things go awry after an accident causes the town folk to go on a rampage. Hicks assaulting a farmhouse lead to obvious comparisons to Straw Dogs, yet the film both lacks the visceral scope of Peckinpah, and has a slightly brighter view of humanity than the other film.

If anything, the film holds back on truly exploring the horror of the moment, and things, while escalating to a certain level of brutal, never really plunge to the depths that they appear to be heading towards.

Bonus marks for having the lead singer of Aqua find her acting voice - in general, the performances seems good, if a bit forced at times. In fact, this could be said about the whole film - on first blush is appears to be a great success, but upon reflection it fails to live up to its potential. Certainly worth a view, but not the breakout Danish film that I've come to expect year after year at TIFF.

Canadian crap, an absolute embarrassment to our country's cinema. Awful, terrible performances, sloppy direction, and yet another example of just how terrible a film of this ilk can be.