It was bound to happen.
At just about every film festival, just about every journalist is shut out of at least one screening.
Oh, I was so close!
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(Thats French for Get lost, suckahs!
)Merde!Foiled again.
One shutout does not a ruined festival make, especially on just the second day.
Andespeciallywhen said day has included chatting withJavier Bardem.
I will be so bold as to argue that Bardem never,everdisappoints on screen.
But will this movie live up to the hype?
I promise a full report following tomorrow nights screening.
Thatd be Wong Kar-Wais English-languagedebut,My Blueberry Nights.
Now, I count Wong as one of my favorite filmmakers of all time.
A poster ofIn the Mood for Lovehangs over my desk in my EW office.
It pains me to sayit, PopWatchers, but I did not fall head-over-heels in love with thismovie.
And I cant say my fellow audience members seemed to feeldifferently.
(And no,the culprit was not my partner in crime Dan Fierman.
He napped quietly, if you must know.)
At Cannes, it isnt all about screenings.
It isnt even all aboutpartying.
(No, really!)
This afternoon, Frank Miller was in the hot seat.
He geeked out for a timerevealing his plans for writing and directingSpirit.Pretty cool, pretty cool.
Did I mention the lightswere dimmed and Id had a glass of champagne on an empty stomach?
But on to tomorrow.
TheresNo Country for Old Men.
(Hi, Javier!)
Theres the Leonardo DiCaprio global warming doc,The 11thHour.
Yep, thefamous-for-no-apparent-reason starlet is here to pimp her next flick,called wait for it Major Movie Star.
Thats scarier than any dark alley.
