My days are starting to blur together. I am tired. What is sleep? I do not know.
This is why we planned ahead not to go out late tonight. And yet here I am at 1:30AM because of course we broke that plan. Back up plans. Can't live without them.
We woke up early this morning to go see a 9:00AM showing of Okja in the Salle du 60e. Me, being terrible, wore my tux for the entire day. I will say, Tilda Swinton is amazing, and the visuals are stunning as a whole. However, Snowpiercer was better. Of course, I was (and still am) too tired to function.
Following Okja, a large group of us went into the Palais to then view a Spanish thriller called Dhogs. This was... interesting. I'm too tired to elaborate, but I am planning on writing a review on it. Surprisingly, it's in my top three of what I've seen so far.
Immediately following Dhogs, we went to go get a quick sandwich and then I left the group to go see The Cakemaker, an Israeli film that I've been anticipating for a few days. (I'll give you a hint as to why: it's gay. Except... it wasn't. Completely? Wait for the review, I'm gonna keep saying).
Was I exhausted at this point? Yes. Was I ready to die from sweating in my tux? Hell yes. However, it was time for the grind. Cue three hours begging for tickets.
And cue me getting a ticket five minutes before the line closed.
But here's the thing.
120 battements par minute is the most important film at Cannes. For me, at least.
120 BPM focuses on the rise of the HIV/AIDS activism movement in Paris in the 1990s. There are so many parallels to the American HIV struggle, and with my own experience in activism, this film touched home.
I cried for a half hour.
I'm not over it.
This film better win awards.
And then we got mango milkshakes at Steak N' Shake.
Movie count: 15
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