Having witnessed the Motovun film festival for the second time in a row, I can clearly see two concurrent festivals wrapped in one. One is about film; the other has nothing whatsoever to do with film. Having completed its fifth year, the festival has split into two. However, the organizers seem to be unaware of the second—and increasingly important—festival, which is about drinking, fucking, and brawling. That festival now needs a different and more competent management.