So today was the opening day of the 66th Cannes Film Festival.
I started off the day waking up at 8am to claim my ticket for the European red carpet premiere of The Great Gatsby. It was like registering for classes at Rutgers, except ten thousand times more stressful: Delays in the system, poor wifi connection, and being hung over from the night before. Sounds like college to me. Tickets work on a point system. Each registered badge generates 2 points an hour, 24/7, which maxes out at 130. Each screening is worth a certain number of points. Gatsby was the largest, around 100 points. Thankfully, there was a second screening immediately after worth 50, with the same pomp and circumstance. Once I got that out of that out of the way, the rest of the day was smooth sailing.
Mr. President himself. Spielberg is the president of the jury this year, meaning he is basically God. As if he wasn’t already. There are thousands of shrines and worshipers all around Cannes. I’m one of them.
The Palais, where all the magic happens. It is like Comic Con for filmmakers here. Everyone is walking around with their lanyard and festival badge, sky blue “satchel” with program guides and a lot of other flyer-related things…and it’s ok to wear one, because Indiana Jones wears one.
Random crew shooting. That’s a RED he’s got there…damn I want one.
I had to do it. When I first came back from California and wasn’t able to go In-and-Out, I got so much shit for it. I’m talking to you Jon. So I made sure to get my “Royal with Cheese” to satisfy all the Pulp Fiction fans back home.
Literally walked past a group of people, and then did a double take and turned around to see it was Ang Lee chilling doing an interview. He waved hi after!