Seeing a carotid being cut with a razor blade at 8h30 in the morning is a rather painful breakfast. The two and a half hours that follow this scene are not easier to digest, but French director Jacques Audiard has brought to Cannes a mafia masterpiece which is thrilling and beautiful at the same time.
It is crisis and you feel it also in Cannes: beer instead of champaign and peanuts replace the caviar, festival goers had been used to in previous years. Everybody has something to complain about. Restaurants lack reservations, hotels are not fully booked and now it has even started to rain. Can Mariah Carey and Lenny Kravitz make up for so much trouble?
Long term festival president Gilles Jacob has been around since 1978 (I wasn’t even born then) turning it into the world’s most important film event. Nowadays he leaves the organization to director Thierry Frémaux and prefers shooting photos of the event.
Probably the most stupidest celebration that ever existed. I’m referring to International Worker’s Day, which is celebrated on 1 May by not working. I don’t get it, it’s as if we should therefore spend International Day of Sexual Violence assaulting women or driving like maniacs on the International Day Without Cars.