In Cannes’ darkened screening rooms, the supposed way forward for cinema flickered into life this week and it was unusual. The primary version of the World AI movie competition (WAIFF) showcased visions of males with fish scales erupting from their necks and seaweed from their mouths, a heroine with a coronary heart beating outdoors her physique and so many massed armies of AI-generated tanned males sweeping throughout battlefields that David Lean would have blushed.
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