Cruisin’ Together: Cannes Day Three
Michał Oleszczyk falls for offbeat gay thriller “Stranger by the Lake” and gloriously eccentric essay-film “A Story of Children and Film.”
Michał Oleszczyk falls for offbeat gay thriller “Stranger by the Lake” and gloriously eccentric essay-film “A Story of Children and Film.”
Two very different documentarians, Marcel Ophüls and Clio Barnard, premiere new work at Directors’ Fortnight.
Barbara Scharres has a few choice words for François Ozon’s “Young & Beautiful” and Sofia Coppola’s “The Bling Ring,” but finds a gem in Ryan Coogler’s “Fruitvale Station.”
Ben Kenigsberg reviews the new sci-fi reverie from the director of “Waltz with Bashir.”
Michał Oleszczyk catches up with two takes on troubled youth: François Ozon’s “Young & Beautiful” and Sofia Coppola’s “The Bling Ring.”
Michał Oleszczyk contrasts the opulent excess of opening night film “The Great Gatsy” with the grimmer realities of Amat Escalante’s “Heli.”
Power is rarely discussed at Cannes, and it’s ostensibly all about
art, although careers can hang on critics’ approval, and whether films
are sold here, and to how many regions of the world. The annual jury
press conference on the opening day is the first and foremost love-fest
in which the concept of competition is downplayed and jurors find novel
ways to sidestep the question of comparing one film to another in order
to award the Palme d’Or in ten days.
Ben Kenigsberg looks forward to the parallel programs at this year’s Cannes Film Festival.
Tilda Swinton leads 1,500 people in a dance-along to Barry White’s “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” during Roger Ebert’s Film Festival in the Virginia Theater on April 26, 2013.
As Roger Ebert noted in February, film festivals have become so ubiquitous that there’s almost certainly one within driving distance of most film fans in the US. And lots of them are sprouting world-wide. Three years ago, I’d pitched Roger with an “FFC” piece on the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. He advised that I provide a sense of the town and its atmosphere, the people, as well as what the festival itself was like.
Follow the goings on at Ebertfest (April 17 – 21, 2013) with the official festival blog by RogerEbert.com contributor Steven Boone.
Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman’s “Lovelace” tells the story of the eponymous porn star who stunned the world with her sexual talents in “Deep Throat” (1972), only to pay a dear price for her brief flash of celebrity. Linda Lovelace, as played by Amanda Seyfried, was a love-hungry, innocent young girl led astray by Chuck Traynor, a manipulative pimp of a husband, whose affection quickly turned into exploitation.
Why is it that the culture surrounding art is so far removed from the process of making that art? I suspect this week is hell for many filmmakers here. The world you have to exist in as a great artist (one that values the interior over the exterior, the spiritual over the corporeal) is directly opposed the world you have to exist in to get your movie made. I wonder how many other people here are wondering what’s wrong with them. How many people are pretending they love partying in order to not feel like a weirdo.
The goodies are in! After a slow start, Sundance Film Festival 2013 has begun to offer real discoveries, even if the wait for that elusive game-changing masterpiece is by no means over. Still, there’s stuff to enjoy in Park City and appetites seem pleasantly whetted.
Today at Sundance I wandered aimlessly around a supermarket picking up different cheeses and putting them back down. I can never decide on a brie.
Cheese-less I journeyed to a bustling main street (a very steep hill) where altitude-acclimated rich ladies breezed by me in furry hats and sunglasses. They were having a good time.
At night, the ski slopes of Park City, Utah, are lit so beautifully they look like screens awaiting a projection from the sky. A moviegoer attending Sundance Film Festival couldn’t wish for a better backdrop for a long trek home after the final movie of the day is over. Even if the film happened to be lousy, those huge mid-air patches of white seem to hint that the good stuff is yet to come.