Tree of life.
I had to go see for myself, I always do.
I am glad I did, because it was beautiful.
It is a beautiful movie. Literally.
The camera movement, the direction, the frames, the music, the angles, the words everything is just so beautiful, it leaves you in awe.
I am over using the word beautiful because I think it's the only word that can fully describe this movie. About 8 people left the movie theatre before the ending, some even at the very begining, which I actually found was a good thing, because this movie is not for everybody. This movie is the strongest soft movie I've been to. It takes you into the mind of Terrance Malick, into his heart, you can almost feel his heartbeats with every frame. I can imagine the passion, the pain and the joy he experienced while writing and directing this "movie". It's not a movie. It's too much more than just a movie to be called a movie.
It shouldn't be put in the same category as Mean Girls ( with all respect, it's one of my personal favourites), but no.
It's a very long short movie. It's done in a romanticism that we see more in shorts than in features. Also, the plot line is too abstract to call it a feature, it's too beautiful to be a feature.
Okay, there is only one thing I didn't really like about it, though.
The whole animal planet meet discovery channel in the begining of the movie felt somehow irrelevant, or maybe just too long (about 25 minutes). Some people thought it was time to think about the ideas he introduced to us in the first 15 minutes of the movie, but I personally felt it was too long and a little bit too National Geographic for my taste. Said all that, I have to admit that even that, was done beautifully.
I want to talk about the acting, but I don't really know how to. They barely act. You barely see Sean Penn. It's barely a movie.
I am still a little bit overwhelmed by the movie.
Chapeau, Mr.Malick, you deserved your Palme d'or, beautifully.
P.S: The photo is taken by me and is in no way is realted to the movie.
Now that I am back to Paris Land, I can tell you all (or not really all) about my Cannes- adventures from the comfort of my bed, while listening to favourite music and eating madelines.
It was the most tiring, exhausting, amazing, different, fun experience I've ever had.
Apart from all the glam and glitter of the whole Cannes thing, it really is about business. Or as a wise Parisian told me it's about business on the beach, BB, business on the beach.
You go from meeting to meeting, and from meetings to cocktails and from cocktails to soirées and from soirées to after-soireés. It really is a lot of work. Champagne-mixed work, though!
The sad part is amidst all that, you don't have time to watch movies anymore. You go to Cannes to either make business or watch movies, you can't do both. Believe me, I tried.
I still managed to see some movies, though. But that'll be a whole other post.
As of the highlights of my trip, it included major star-spotting, including seeing The De Niro three times AND Jude Law and Uma Thurman having dinner two tables away from mine at the Carlton!
Yeah, it was pretty awesome!
And in case you are all wondering, I lost a lot of weight somewhere between walking up and down La Croisette an average of 3 times a day, not having enough time to stop for a sandwich, and of course surviving on champagne!
Also, I got tanned due to the same walk up and down La Croisette, as I of course didn't have enough time to go to the beach. No, not even once.
For the whole eleven days, I didnot wear bikinis or shorts or summer dresses. No, not even once.
Oh, and also, I got sick. Literally. I had a cold, full with runny nose and sore throat. Very glamorous, eh?
I think that's all for now. More detailed posts with photos will be out soon, just wait for it ;)
-Hey Mag, do you mind putting your waker on?
-My what?
-Your waker.
-You mean my alarm!
-Yes, your alarm.
Don't you just love it when frenchies literally try to translate words and end up saying the most absurd of them?
And this is how it's done.
Cannes, 2011.
"Cannes is the only place where they can stop Tarantino at the door because he doesn't have an invitation"
Parties in Cannes are all about exclusivity. If you don't know the right people, you will never get in, or even know about those parties!
But even when you do get in, after hours of planning the right tactics to use, carefully choosing your words and making more than a few phone calls, the smile full of victory and pride all over your face slowly fades away when they deny you access to the terrace because for that you need a "special" kind of invite that you of course don't have.
Poor you, thinking you actually made it in.
The photo above was taken at the Wild Bunch party, at their rented villa overlooking the whole of Cannes. With great music, a view to die for, AND an open bar, Wild Bunch are certainly living up to their name!
Monsieur le président; Robert De Niro.
I can probably die happy now.
Well, that's Cannes for you!
