Our Gracie gets the ball rolling
We grind into action with an already-lambasted opening film and high-brow stuff from Mauritania
Well, that’s one thing sorted. It looks as if they really weren’t joking about that sequel to Spring Breakers. A big sign right opposite the Palais confirms that the follow-up to Harmony Korine’s excellent, troubling satire will be written by Irvine Welsh. Well, there you are then.
In an hour or two the red carpet will be thronging with arrivals for Grace of Monaco, which has already received pretty stinky reviews from the attending press. Peter Bradshaw at the Guardian even goes so far as to say that it’s worse than Diana. My full review is available here, but, suffice to say, one of the few positive things I said about it was that it wasn’t quite as bad as that atrocity. Kidman really could hardly be less like Princess Grace if she were a 50-year-old Japanese man. The attempts to get us to care about Monaco losing its tax-free status are ludicrous. But it does look lovely and I rather enjoyed Tim Roth’s efforts to transform Prince Rainier into a South London thug. Anyway, it’s all there in the review. As I said yesterday, there is no pause in the advance of critical opinion these days.
Later this evening we get to see Abderrahmane Sissako‘s Timbuktu. The Mauritanian film-maker has been creeping up on is over the last few years and more than a few critics think the new film could be in with a chance of big prizes.