I'll try to describe my experience of 'Mektoub My Love: Intermezzo' in Grand Théâtre Lumière using The Kübler-Ross model.

Stage 1: denial.
There's no way we'll be stuck in that club for the rest of the movie, noo waay, no. Just no.

Stage 2: anger.
That's my first (and maybe the last) time in Grand Théâtre Lumière and I'm watching this ? That's not fair! Why, Cannes? Why me?

Stage 3: bargaining.
*people around are leaving* Okay, consider this. How about me staying before the credits, but we gonna go somewhere else except this club? Please?

Stage 4: depression.
More dancing? More twerking? Toilet scene? I'm so sad, why bother?

Stage 5: acceptance.
ALL people from my row left. But you know what? I can do this. I'll go with it till the end. The same song for the 100th time? MORE twerking? GrEaT 'cause that's what I came for...

p.s. that was insane. i mean it. but we go to the festivals for the memories, right? this one i will not forget. i am certain.