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Day 9

Day 9 Last night we lost Darius. He gave me his phone to help him and it died in my arms. Was I the last one to see him with his phone? Yes, he walked off and we tried to find him for hours. We all thought that he died. It turns he is alive! We begged for solo tickets in the morning and we got tickets almost immediately. The movie was mediocre and made me incredibly nauseous.  Then I stood in line for Cold War for a while but didn't get in so we went to see Sofia. The entire cast was at the screening which was cool, but the movie itself was too depressing.  Then we went back early. 

Advice for next year

Quick Cannes advice: See as many movies as you can and sleep as little as humanly possible Don't be afraid to ask questions or to speak the people around you Don't worry too much about clothing for the festival! Some people are dressed very casually and others business professional. That being said, the weather is unpredictable and you will need a wide variety of attire and a rain jacket for sure.  Make your travel weekend plans in advance! And take the train to nearby cities every chance you can get.  Always have your train ticket on you. They hardly ever check, but you don't wanna pay 50 euro.  The train is almost always late and sometimes doesn't come at all. Have Uber on your phone already as the wifi here is also crazy unpredictable.   Everyone is homesick and in an entirely new environment, you're not alone.   When you bring cash over don't have any 100s- most places don't accept them Be prepared to spend so much ti...

Day 8: "Just Do It"

Today was the best day of the festival so far. The train was late, as per usual. I had run to the station in a panic only to be left waiting. I was dragged to a showing of Asako I & II , which I knew nothing about. Asako turned out to be my favorite film of the festival so far and I loved every single part of it. It was a formulaic melodrama, but it was a modern day Japanese film. Then I saw Adam Driver get into a car and he was not as tall as I had suspected. After this film, I went with some other people to find a book store. However, we never found one and instead climbed to the top of the Cannes sign. It looked like it was incredibly far away, but it was actually only about 10 minutes. At one point a bird flew at me and I almost pushed Maryanna off of the cliff. After this we all went to the Indian Pavilion to meet Rima Das. She was so nice and pure. I loved Village Rockstars so much and she conveyed the same positive energy. I spoke to her aft...

Day 11: Desolé

Today is the second to last day of the festival and it is bittersweet to think that it is ending soon. I did not watch too many films today as I was writing my reviews for most of the day and none of the films screening today really interested me. I was really excited to see Sorry Angel as I had heard it be compared to last year’s Call Me By Your Name . However, the only similarity between the two is a questionable age gap in a gay relationship. Sorry Angel was boring in every way and the narrative plot development was confusing. After watching this I went and explored Cannes for a little while and continued to work on my reviews. Later in the day I went to see In My Room . Which I was slightly excited about. However, this film was also disappointing. The main character was incredibly unlikable and ended up killing not one, but two different dogs throughout the course of the film. They were both accidents, but still. I can’t get over dogs dying in films. It’s unnece...

Experiential Paper

“Transportation” As I passed through the Jules-Jorffin Metro station on the 12 line at 10:30 this morning an overweight man began playing his accordion and proceeded to ask each and every person in the train for spare change. Around the same time another man pasted two new high fashion posters along the sides of station, just like the man in Bicycle Thieves. The Greek couple across from me were too close and kissed each other for too long and the four American men across the aisle from me were too loud. This metro ride was no different than any "metro" ride in America. Or any different from the other nine times I had been on the metro in the past three days. It is just like the Marta, the subway, the el or the rail of the same name in D.C.   But the metro in Paris seems to run faster, less smoothly and more wildly—like a terrifying roller coaster. The doors open at the manual push of a button and I have witnessed locals pressing that button be...