Whew, a week in and we're finally getting a routine down.
We woke up fairly early this morning, because we realized we were slacking on our movie averages and we needed to kick it back into gear. What better way to start the day with a good, old-fashioned western?
At least, that's what I'd thought I'd be seeing when we walked into the theatre. Instead, I fell asleep for two hours while we watched Western, another film screening in Un Certain Regard.
I'd been expecting more from this film, as a few of our classmates had said that they loved it. However, I could only find myself drifting off. My advice? If you're going to watch it, make sure you've had plenty of rest the night before.
It seemed like the day was going to be disappointment after disappointment, however, as we walked into Indigo Lake, an Australian film noir about an artist who falls in love with a gang boss' wife.
Oh god, the production quality. It was pretty, maybe, with an aesthetic it tried to reach for, but overall it was painful every time the actors opened their mouths. Not even the accents could save them. (And don't underestimate how much I appreciate an Australian accent.)
After this, we had our talk with the director of Take Care Good Night in the Indian Pavilion. All I can from this is that I'm glad I'm not the only person who didn't like the film, which we had watched before the trip on invite. On the upside, we had polite conversation, and a discussion that, for me at least, was fairly redundant.
To continue this day that, in hindsight, shouldn't have happened. Kelsey and I tried to get into a screening of Bloody Milk, which we had the badges for. However, the publicist for the film was guarding the door, much like how I guard my Girl Scout cookies from my roommate.
She took one look at our badges, saw that we were American, and wouldn't let us in. What's even funnier (read: annoying) about this situation, is that she then turned to the security guard and started talking about us to him in French.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, I'm fluent in French. So... yeah. This was awkward.
I listened as she told the guard that we clearly weren't distributors because of our clothing, and, furthermore, how we thought we could get everywhere because we were American. Which, like, is rude, but didn't really make me mad.
But then this woman came up behind us to try and get into the film, and she was clearly a distributor. Blazer and everything. She's Asian.
"Sorry, ma'am, but we already have distributors from China."
That's the immediate response that the publicist says. For a moment, the woman is shocked, as am I.
"I'm from Japan," says the woman.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, come right in!"
This transaction took less than a minute, but the woman went past us in line. But the assumption, and the embarrassment that she felt - that's what really made me not like the publicist.
We were let in when we were told there were three seats left. There were none, actually. And when we left the place, I told the publicist on our way out: "Il n'y a pas des places."
The look on her face as she realized that I'd understood every word she'd been saying for the entire half-hour we'd been standing in line made it all worth it.
Don't be that publicist.
It was alright though, because Kelsey and I were able to run to Olympia to catch the premiere of Radiance. Except for one thing: Radiance is in Japanese, and Olympia can only accommodate one subtitle language, unlike the Lumiere. Usually, they tell you what the language is before you go in, but this time it didn't, and we assumed it was in English.
It was in French.
While not necessarily a problem for me, all the people I'd come with were at a loss. I tried to translate the gist of it, but without translating every line, it was pointless. We ended up leaving early.
So today wasn't necessarily the most productive day when it came to films. However, not all of them can be winners. And even further: the night was not yet finished!
That's right, it was Queer Night in the Am Pav! Hosted by none other than John Cameron Mitchell himself!
To spare all the messy details that Queer Night entails, it was a blast. I did get slapped though. And then we had to call an Uber at 4AM. But that's another story.
Movie count: 22
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