There doesn’t seem to be anything to write about Cannes-wise except for the jizzy peripheral stuff. That Bee thing this morning ate up three, three and a half hours when all was said and done, and before I knew it it was 2, 2:30 pm. I’ve been at the Orange Cafe for two hours now and barely keeping awake. If ever I needed a super-sized can of Red Bull, it’s right now.
I’ll be seeing two presumably major films in tandem less than 90 minutes from now. First, J.A. Bayona‘s The Orphanage, an “atmospheric thriller” about a kid with a vivid imagination. The thriller-type film, produced by Guillermo del Toro, was acquired at Berlin last February by Picturehouse’s Bob Berney. And then Leonardo DiCaprio‘s global-warming doc The 11th Hour. Seeing the DiCaprio means I have to blow off Control, the black-and-white Ian Curtis suicide flick that’s showing as the Director’s Fortnight opener at the Noga Hilton at the exact same time.
Tomorrow morning at 8 ayem is Catherine Owens and Mark Pellington‘s U2 3D, which is precisely what the title implies. The idea alone of watching a 3D rock concert film at 8 ayem with a double cappucino surging through my system is fairly thrilling.