Day 6: "The World Belongs To Outlaws and Artists"
Daily Quotes:
“Are people crazy of what?”
“Are people crazy of what?”
Fahrenheit 451 was not good. The red carpet? Also no bueno. The midnight premiere in general was underwhelming. The Ray Bradbury adaptation was too concerned with today’s social media and the supposed dystopia of technology and the internet in general. The novel is more concerned with multi-dimensional characters who are forced into ignorance. The compassion and depth of the novel was instead replaced by cheap Black Mirror warnings and even cheaper Blade Runner-esque cinematography. Bradbury’s characters are well written and both Michael Shannon and Michael B. Jordan are exceptional actors but their performances in conjunction with the adaption fall flat. Overall, my extremely high expectations were not met.
That being said, it was somewhat cool to be in the room with the director and actors to watch the screening. Shannon is the scariest man I have ever seen. He always plays the worst person and his purple glasses and long hair last night only added to my fear of him.
After the premiere, a large group of girls and I decided to UBER back to the residence, but the surge prices were insane. So, we waited at KFC for about an hour. Cannes life is so so glamorous.
I wrote my review on Rafiki this morning at the residence around the same time that one of the actresses apparently walked through the American Pavilion. This news was heartbreaking. After arriving in Cannes I saw El Angel with Hannah. It was Bonnie and Clyde meets Baby Driver. I’m not a huge fan of romanticizing sociopathy, but this was the best film I have ever seen. It was based off of a true Argentinian crime spree in the 1970s and the music, dancing and characters were amazing. I could talk about El Angel forever, it had the same color scheme of Rosemary’s Baby and a similar vibe of a beautiful yet sinister theme. There was a few very strange and confusing scenes, which I would prefer to forget, but in general I loved it.
There was a premiere at 7 so we could not walk through the palais and we were kicked out of a strange side entrance. It was at this moment that I spotted the real Agnes Varda. I was caught so off guard and began crying immediately and I could not even breathe. It was one of the most overwhelming moments of my whole life and I can’t believe that I was so close to her. Then I went to Stake and Shake for dinner with a bunch of people and caught the last train back to Juan-Les-Pins.
Great that you saw Agnes. I met with her and her daughter last year in Paris. Amazing woman/family.
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