Fleur's Writing Life in Cannes aka Wa'eva! Part 2

We had understood on Sunday that at the Cinephiles stand invitation to certain special screenings were to be collected for free every morning. But because I was on holiday I did not really feel like getting up that early yet to be able to obtain an invitation. Luckily for me I had a very nice roommate, V, who did get up early and who hassled a little at the Cinephiles stand and got two invitation to a french movie in a theatre called 'Salle du 60e': "Formal dress required", oooh!

After having breakfast (at noon) V and I first went to see a movie of which I have shamefully forgotten from which South American country it is called The Pope's toilet (El Bano del Papa). It was really good: simple, funny, dramatic, touching, and all based upon a real visit of the Pope in that area some years back.

So with our hopes up high as we had seen so just good movies so far, we went to see Boxes (de Jane Birkin (French singer from the sixties if I'm not mistaken)) at Salle du 60e. I was with B as well as with V and unfortunately not everybody enjoyed the movie that much. I did enjoy it, I thought it was quite good but it was very, how shall I put it....French. It should have been a play; the dialogue was realy good but it was not enough to lift up the whole movie.

The following day V and I collected two invitations each one of which was our very first invitation for no less than the red carpet! It was an afternoon show so we did not have to go home and change into fancy dresses. We did however have to cue as usual for about 45 to 60 minutes before we got to go in.

Admittedly it felt less special to be on the red carpet than I had thought. Probably because we only got to walk half of it, and we did so with a shit load of other people and there was no press taking pictures of us. It was just us taking pictures of us and being rushed inside.
The inside of the Grand Theatre Lumiere was amazingly big and again the chairs were so incredibly comfortable. And so we sat down to watch: "Stellet Licht" (Silent light). Little did we know that it was going to be so hard to keep our eyes open. I can safely say that this was the worst movie we saw all week. There was hardly any story (which seemed to be a festival trend anyway), the shots were unbearably long and there was hardly any dialogue.

That evening we went to another screening in a theatre called Salle Bunuel to see a movie called Transes. We had no idea what the movie was going to be about, but we did not care. We were going there because Martin Scorsese was going to be there too and we wanted to see him.
And when we got to keep our cameras on us we were even more excited because that meant we could also take pictures of Martin Scorsese.
And so we sat waiting for him to arrive with our cameras ready. As soon as he arrived several people started flashing their cameras about, us too. Martin Scorsese did a little speech about god knows what, we were too busy taking pictures.
When he was done we found out that we were going to watch a documentary from the seventies about a popular Morrocan band making traditional music. I have to say I found it really interesting but I was a little tired already and the rythm of the music was not really helping me keep awake. You can see it coming; I slept through a big chunk of the movie.

Nevertheless it had been another riveting day in Cannes; we had had more sun, more good food and I had also bought a gorgeous dress.