Colonialist anti-thriller. Lynchian post-detective. Apocalyptic prophecy. Arguably the only film of this year's Cannes worthy of the masterpiece title. Spanish visionary Alberto Serros' latest and most ambitious film is suitable for many definitions, but none of them fully capture it. The French Polynesian islands are enveloped in sun-drenched silence. It is only at dusk, when local nightclubs are filled with politicians, spies, and oddballs, that the remnants of nuclear war resurface somewhere amidst the dream-like rhythms of reality. This tropical limb is always overseen by the ever-benevolent Commissioner De Roleras. His favorite color is white, his fate is eternal paranoia. "Do you take drugs?" - the character asks in one scene. As long as there are films like this, drugs are not needed. Rated N-16  In French with Lithuanian subtitles.