As my alarm jolted me awake this morning, five thoughts went through my head in quick succession. One: Have they done studies on how little sleep can a person survive on? Two: Am I the case study?? Three: When I get back to LA, I’m so doing a juice cleanse. Four: Oh god, that sounded really LA. Five: I wonder how early the crepe place opens?
There are great films, capital G-F Great Films, and then, there are those films admitted to the VIP table behind the velvet rope, those seriously discussed when the question of the Greatest Film of All Time is raised. KANE. CASABLANCA. VERTIGO. RULES OF THE GAME. 8 ½. Few films from the last four decades are invited to this gathering of cinematic high rollers, but the first admitted is, nigh-unanimously, Francis Ford Coppola’s 1972 masterpiece, THE GODFATHER.
Waking up from a nap I opened my eyes and discovered… I felt better. Hurrah! No more headache, or shakes, and I smiled as I thought Cannes, you haven’t beaten me yet!
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats, the screening is about to begin. Please turn off your mobile telephones for the duration of the performance.” That recorded message plays first in French, then English, about…
“And too much of your butt? Impossible!” I said [to Matt Damon], because I’m shameless.
As my friend’s alarm clock signalled the start of another Cannes day, I tentatively opened my eyes, scared to feel the presence of a hangover. There was none, and I was relieved that I had enough sense to stop after a few glasses of champagne last night, which was flowing freely at the Weinstein party.
It’s amazing how the weather can affect your mood. Walking out into the sun this morning, seeing the rain cleaned streets sparkle in the sun, I almost wanted to kick up my heels, pull out some jazz hands and possibly break into song. If only I could sing.
After yet another pain au chocolat for breakfast, I walked through some relentless rain, cursing my giant umbrella. Here in Cannes, the smartest guys are the umbrella sellers posted on every corner.
I kind of like the person I am in France. Here, I am direct. I am ‘un journaliste pour l’emission sur le cinema’. I am confident. That’s mainly due to the fact that my limited French (enough to get by and nod blankly through conversations) forces me to speak in demands.
Waking with a start, my tired eyes struggled to focus. Wait, where am I? I asked myself, and… am I late for something?
Given all the traveling I do, you’d think I’d be good at it. This month, by the time I get back to LA after Cannes, I will have sat in a plane seat for about…
Exactly fifty years ago, The Leopard won the Palm D’or at the 1963 Cannes Film Festival, and this is why.
Why didn’t The Cabin In The Woods show at my local cinema but Andre Rieu’s Maastricht Concert is? I mean, Mama and Evil Dead (2013) are barely getting a release over here yet did fairly well in the US.
“From the very beginning I wanted to have him killed.” G.I Joe director wanted to see Justin Bieber take Channing Tatum’s place as the sacrificial lamb.
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