Gray skies, rainshowers and lightning are the defining elements as we speak. There can be no disputing that the sound of crackling thunder is wonderful.
I should have attended last night’s 10 pm screening of Julia Ducournau‘s Alpha, which has attracted considerable loathing thus far. But I succumbed when a friend asked about sharing a dinner, as I haven’t had a nice sit-down meal anywhere since I arrived seven days ago. We kicked it all around for nearly three hours.
The back-up plan was to catch Alpha at this morning’s 8:30 am screening, but I had to stay up late in order to install measures that will hopefully remedy an HE trauma that I’ve been dealing with for several days (i.e., relentlessly attacked and repeatedly shut down my malicious IPs from China). Didn’t drop off until 2:15 am; too exhausted to get up at 7 am. I hereby apologize to all the HE piss-sprayers who will attack me for not being hardcore enough.
I’ll be catching Scarlett Johansson‘s Eleanor The Great (an Oscar nom for 95-year-old June Squibb is said to be likely) at 2 pm.
No locked-in ticket for Rebecca Zlotowski‘s Vie Prive (Grand Lumiere, 7 pm…Jodie Foster, Daniel Auteuil, Virginie Efira) but last-minute access is an option.
I saw Alejandro G. Inarritu, in town for a screening of the restored Amores perros (Salle Agnes Varda, this evening at 7:15 pm), strolling toward the Palais early last evening. A few minutes later I ran into An Education‘s Lone Scherfig. We hadn’t spoken since the debut Sundance screenng in January 2009.
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