All the Love You Cannes! (2002)

All the Love You Cannes! is a gleefully scrappy love letter to outsider filmmaking, the kind of documentary that doesn’t just observe chaos—it proudly wades into it, shoes and all, with Troma’s blood-splattered carnival crashing the world’s most polished film festival. It’s funny in that wince-and-laugh way, honest about the hustle and humiliation of trying to get noticed, and oddly informative about how “indie” can mean sheer stubbornness more than budgets or prestige. The vibe is anarchic, juvenile, and relentlessly energetic, fueled by fans who treat publicity like performance art and embarrassment like rocket fuel. If you’re allergic to lowbrow antics or you want a reverent, tasteful Cannes chronicle, this won’t convert you—but if you’re even mildly curious how underdogs make noise in a velvet-rope world, it’s a riotous, endearing watch.

All the Love You Cannes! is trying to bottle Troma’s anarchic, DIY spirit by crashing Cannes with fake blood, stunts, and a roving circus of fans, and if you live for that kind of gleeful bad taste, it delivers the vibe. But be warned: the filmmaking is as scrappy as it gets—shaky, unpolished, and often more like chaotic home video than a coherent documentary. A lot of the runtime leans into crude, obnoxious antics and internal Troma squabbles, which can feel tedious if you’re not already invested in the company’s lore. If you want a thoughtful behind-the-scenes look at indie filmmaking or Cannes itself, this will likely test your patience; if you just want messy, loud, underground mayhem, you’ll know exactly what you’re signing up for.