Slipping into Cannes with Wes Anderson
Is Marilyn celebrating Cannes’s 65th birthday by blowing out a birthday cake? It’s not really that significant an anniversary. Is it? At any rate, the star is everywhere in this Mediterranean resort. There she is above the Palais des Festivals. I …
Is Marilyn celebrating Cannes’s 65th birthday by blowing out a birthday cake? It’s not really that significant an anniversary. Is it? At any rate, the star is everywhere in this Mediterranean resort. There she is above the Palais des Festivals. I had just emerged from the first two screenings of the festival to discover that everything is as expected. Punters lurk about holding signs requesting tickets for the evening’s gala screening of Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom (see below). Everyone’s walking very slowly. Maniacs flogging bizarre horror films lurk in the market beneath the main venue.
Jesus, people. The thing opens next week, anyway. Get a life.
Moonrise Kingdom? Hmm? We’ll be running a full review on Friday. I will say here, however, that it looks very, very like a Wes Anderson film. I mean that in both a good and bad way. It is a delight to sink back into that sensibility. But, as has been the case with many of the director’s recent films, the aesthetic does not appear to be attached to anything concrete. The film features Bruce Willis, Ed Norton and (surprise, surprise) Bill Murray in a tale of errant youths — as bright as most children in the director’s pictures — who light out for the country. It’s got more to do with the mighty Benjamin Britten than any other film you’ve seen this century. Most of the big stars were out in force for the premiere. I didn’t actually see any of them. But I did spot Zhang Ziyi lurking round the artistes’ entrance. Will this do?
I know what you’re really interested in. You want to know what the complimentary bag is like. Well, rather surprisingly, it doesn’t have Marilyn Monroe’s mug on it. But it’s rather nice I suppose. Interestingly, one of the ways of showing off here is to carry round your stuff in a bag from a previous festival. By doing this you demonstrate that you are not some fresh-faced blow-in. It probably also confirms that you’re a bit of a prat. But we won’t go there.
Donald’s got a brand new bag.
Tomorrow we have the new film from Jacques Audiard. That director’s Rust and Bone has, apparently, something to do with Killer Whale trainers. Well, that sounds like a bit of a swerve for the director of A Prophet. I don’t expect a sequel to Free Willy. There’s also an interesting sounding documentary on Roman Polanski. What am I secretly looking forward to? Well, at the weekend, as part of the Un Certain Regard strand, we get to see Sylvie Verheyde’s Confession of a Child of the Century. Get this. Charlotte Gainsbourg and Pete Doherty play decadent lovers in 19th century France. Gainsbourg and Doherty? We can’t miss that. Maybe, we’ll finally find out what Pete Doherty is for.