The sun was in full glorious form again on Thursday morning, most of the film industry people have gone home (hopefully with deals done) and the socialites, the party people and the model/actress/whatevers have taken over Cannes.
The general talk on Thursday at sunny cafe tables was still over the Ryan Gosling film Only God Forgives, easily one of the most divisive films of the Festival so far. The afternoon screening witnessed an outpouring of boos from the audience, many of whom walked out in disgust over the extreme violence.
By the afternoon, the main film up for discussion was Alexander Payne's Nebraska - a bittersweet road movie starring Bruce Dern. Dern arrived on the red carpet resplendent in a bright yellow cardigan, alongside the director and actors June Squibb & Will Forte.
I attended The Directors’ Fortnight screening of the suspenseful horror movie We Are What We Are after meeting the actress Julia Garner and director Jim Mickle the previous evening over dinner. I had been wanting to see this following the buzz surrounding it at Sundance. We Are What We Are is a re-imagining of the 2010 Mexican film of the same name. In it Jim Mickle paints a gripping and gruesome portrait of an introverted family led by two young women struggling to keep their macabre traditions alive. It got a mixed reaction at the screening.
In the evening, I dined on a mixed seafood platter on the Croisette and met with Sultan El Seif with Randal Plunkett, Philip Morozov and Conor Marren at the Hotel Martinez. Afterwards Sultan invited us to a VIP table at Snoop Dogg's private performance at the Gotha Club at the end of the Croisette. Both Leo Di Caprio and Paris Hilton were pictured at the venue earlier this week.
Getting a taxi over we passed an easily-two-hour queue which stretched all along the Palm Beach. Arriving in the car, Sultan explained you don't book these things, his method is to just drive up to gates in a nice car and they open up the ropes and take us in. We were greeted by six body guards and some Amazonian women who directed over to the private VIP section. This was a crazy introduction into Eurpoean socialite culture!
Cannes certainly seems like a long-way from life at home. Here there seems to be no-end of twenty-somethings (with no interest in film by the way) ready to blow a couple of grand on just a table, some drink not to mention their outfits. It was a Miss Selfridges lace dress and a few diet cokes for me. In the bathrooms, I had to pass a jungle of fake lips and fake nails just to wash my hands. One lady even pulled out a bunch of extensions from her hair before producing a new wig to take their place.
There were massive roars from the table every time a grand tray of champagne was delivered. It was a fast crash into another world, a big dose of celebrity lifestyle that has been sold so intensely to us in reality shows and Hollywood in recent years. This was a first hand Paris Hilton experience.
To me this world of young people sporting thousands of Euros worth of Versace & Gucci clothes and ordering €750 bottles of Vodka seems inexplicable. Snoop Dogg gave his performance, we danced and danced surrounded by the excess and all the while I just couldn't comprehend the absurdity of it all.
As I said, Cannes is a very different world…
Emma Eliza Regan