So basically Robert De Niro‘s opinion will carry a certain weight four months hence when the Cannes Film Festival jury decides whether or not to hand the Palme d’Or to Terrence Malick‘s The Tree of Life. That’s what it boils down to, I think. (Unless, of course, it doesn’t play in competition.) Or whether to tactfully sidestep the Malick altogether and hand it to Pedro Almodovar’s The Skin That I Inhabit or Lars Von Trier‘s Melancholia or some other form of winged bird.
I have to write that guy who’s bought the Old Town apartment I’ve been staying in for the last two years and make sure everything’s cool.