As you’ll discover in my latest NOW Cannes report, things didn’t quite go as planned yesterday — which resulted in a relatively quiet evening, by the festival’s standards.
Of course, now I have to make up for lost time, meaning the next sixteen hours are going to be spent in near-constant motion, starting with the latest from the Dardennes brothers and ending with James Gray’s “Two Lovers”, with a whole bunch of other stuff in between, including another run at the “Indiana Jones” movie.
Oh, and also some writing. Because I’m not doing nearly enough of that this week …
The hierarchical structure at Cannes, whereas some critics get in ahead of others, is the main reason I have never wanted to attend this festival. And seeing five movies a day is no picnic; I saw four at TIFF and vowed never to that again.
The hierarchical structure at Cannes, whereas some critics get in ahead of others, is the main reason I have never wanted to attend this festival. And seeing five movies a day is no picnic; I saw four at TIFF and vowed never to that again.
Heck, even two’s a lot at TIFF (especially if one’s a 09:00 screening and the other’s at 21:00, and you live in the suburbs, and your pregnant partner has no interest in pissing around downtown for the interim).
And the 9 AM was ‘Takeshis’…
My TIFF record is eleven films in a single 24-hour period. In my defense, five of them were on VHS tape, and I watched them at home, two in the morning and three after coming home from the last screening.
In my defense, I was 24 years old, and had absolutely no idea how damaging it is to try to function on two hours’ sleep a night. In retrospect, I’m amazed I didn’t walk directly into traffic when I left the house the next morning.
I mean, I’m living on four hours’ sleep a night now, but hey, that’s Cannes. Besides, everybody walks into traffic here.