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Thursday



Final preparations are made for the 65th Cannes Film Festival. Picture: AP

AS the world’s coolest film festival gets underway today, Stephen Applebaum finds that behind all the glitz and the glamour there lies an institution not to be messed with

THANKS to the internet, we are living in an age of leaks. And it seemed like the security-conscious Cannes Film Festival might have sprung one, when a list of 24 films supposedly selected for this year’s 65th edition appeared on a French website calling itself Blog du Festival de Cannes, nearly three weeks before the official launch of the Competition line-up on 19 April.

It was a tantalising post, designed to get film fans’ juices flowing (and, no doubt, to attract traffic to the website). However, the inclusion of last year’s press-shy Palme d’Or winner, Terence Malick, as well as There Will Be Blood’s Paul Thomas Anderson, with films that most commentators believed wouldn’t actually be finished in time for the 2012 edition of the world’s glitziest – and frequently most vulgar and crazy - collision of cineart and commerce, instantly called its authenticity into question.   

Launching into damage-control mode, festival director Thierry Fremaux pronounced it “all lies” and warned that “Cannes is an institution and must be preserved. There is a code of conduct for Cannes and it must be respected,” he told website Deadline.com, adding darkly: “Those who don’t respect the code will never come back to Cannes.” 

He wasn’t kidding. As Lars von Trier discovered very publicly last year, one of the first rules of participating in Cannes is, don’t embarrass Cannes. After making some ill-advised off-the-cuff remarks about being a Nazi and having sympathy for Hitler when he was holed up in his bunker, at the now infamous press conference for his Competition film, Melancholia, the Danish iconoclast was declared persona non grata, and banned from the festival. Although the furore didn’t stop Kirsten Dunst from winning the award for best actress, the decision to exclude her director sent a powerful message: if one of Cannes’ favourite sons, and a past Palme d’Or winner to boot, can be barred, then no-one is safe.

Indeed, it is not just filmmakers that can provoke the wrath of Cannes’ organisers. Journalists are also bound by strict protocols, the breaking of which can result in one’s festival badge being revoked. These precious pieces of colour-coded plastic, depending on their hue, can make you feel like a king or la merde de la Croisette. Some people have the luxury of sailing fairly smoothly into screenings and Press conferences, while others find themselves in a situation that creates the sensation of cattle being herded to slaughter. (The fact that some films make you wish you could be put out of your misery only adds to the effect.) Consequently, tempers have been known to flare and fists to fly.
Whether there will be any of that this year remains to be seen. On paper, though, there is much in the official line-up with the potential to get passions running high. 

Malick and Anderson, to nobody’s surprise, are not part of the programme. Even so, fans of auteur cinema should be well served by the likes of Wes Anderson, whose Moonrise Kingdom kicks off proceedings tonight; Michael Haneke, whose film Love reunites with him with his daring Piano Teacher star Isabelle Huppert; Leos Carax, whose Holy Motors is his first feature since 1999’s Pola X; and the UK’s own Ken Loach, whose Scotland-set whisky heist movie, The Angels’ Share, is a lighter and less controversial proposition than his last Cannes winner, The Wind that Shakes the Barley, six years ago. No doubt Loach’s detractors on the Right are already preparing their well-rehearsed jibes about champagne socialists hobnobbing with the conspicuously rich on the French Riviera. 

Another festival favourite, David Cronenberg, will pitch up with his hotly anticipated adaptation of Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis, which the trailer suggests is far more recognisably Cronenbergian than his recent Freud/Jung face-off, A Dangerous Method. Some fear it could be dragged down by its star, Robert Pattinson, whose recent performance in Bel Ami failed to convince many critics that there was more to him than Twilight’s Edward Cullen. Perhaps Cronenberg can help him silence the naysayers.

Meanwhile, Australia and New Zealand will go toe to toe for the top prize in the shape of The Road director John Hillcoat’s prohibition era thriller, Lawless, and Andrew Dominik’s dark tale of revenge, Killing them Softly, starring Brad Pitt, both of which should be hot tickets.

America’s Lee Daniels returns for the first time since Precious with The Paperboy, which boasts Zac Efron, Matthew McConaughey, Nicole Kidman, John Cusack and Macy Gray among its cast. He will be joined by Jeff Nichols, who follows last year's sidebar placement for Take Shelter with a Competition slot for Mud. Meanwhile, first-time feature director Benh Zeitlin will bring his acclaimed Sundance Grand Jury Prize winner, Beasts of the Southern Wild, to Un Certain Regard.

With other Competition entries also including films from the likes of Cristian Mungiu (2007 Palme d’Or winner for 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days), Matteo Garrone (Gomorrah), Thomas Vinterberg (Festen), and Jacques Audiard (A Prophet), the jury – headed by Nanni Moretti and counting Ewan McGregor, Andrea Arnold, and, surprisingly, Jean Paul Gaultier among its members – could have a tough time choosing the winner.

All will be revealed when the festival wraps on 27 May, after which the world’s media will stumble out of Cannes as if suddenly awoken from a fever dream and head back to reality. For 11 days, however, the small seaside town with hyper-inflated prices will have felt like the only place to be.

• The 65th Cannes Film Festival runs from today until 27 May.

First published in The Scotsman, May 16, 2012

Monday

Jessica Chastain Comes Into Bloom With The Tree Of Life

While most people's childhood dreams remain just that, Jessica Chastain is living hers. After being taken to a play by her grandmother at the age of five, and been awed by the spotlight falling on its 10-year-old narrator, the redhead from northern California announced that what she really wanted to be when she grew up, was an actor. She never wavered in her ambition, and when she was old enough enrolled in Juilliard on a scholarship funded by Robin Williams. Today, Chastain – born Jessica Howard - is one of the best kept secrets in cinema.

In the past four years she has made almost a dozen films with some of the most respected names in the business - Al Pacino (who directed and starred opposite her in Wilde Salome, which is due to premiere at the Venice Film Festival in September), Ralph Fiennes and Vanessa Redgrave (Coriolanus), Helen Mirren (The Debt), Emma Stone (The Help), Michael Shannon (Take Shelter), John Hillcoat and Gary Oldman (The Wettest County in the World) – but only now are most of them being released. First out of the gate is Terrence Malick's Palme d'Or winning cosmic epic, The Tree of Life, in which she plays wife and mother to Brad Pitt and Sean Penn, respectively.

It's an impressive body of work and Chastain is happy that finally people, including her mother - who wondered for some time what her daughter was doing in Los Angeles, because she didn't seem to be making movies - will get to see it. But she is also understandably anxious. “It makes me a little nervous, to be honest. Because I think, 'Okay, I made 11 films over four years and, gosh, how is my life going to be different at the end of the year when six come out?' My family and my friends are so supportive and helping me to kind of embrace the unknown, which is the only thing I can do, I guess.”

For her, acting has always been about “connecting to other people and exploring humanity," she says, "and by doing that it makes me feel whole. So the idea that I could, when the movies come out, meet strangers and them no longer be able to relate to me because they would no longer see that we could be the same, because I'm an actor, that worries me.”

Chastain has seen up close how “some people can be too nervous to talk to actors [because they're famous] or try to put them on a pedestal,”  and she wants none of it. “I just want to be normal," she insists. "And if someone tries to treat me that way it's going to make me crazy. I'm going to become a crazy actress, and I don't want to be.”

If her advancement seems meteoric, the 30 year old has, in fact, been working in TV – she was given a holding deal with producer John Wells before graduating - and the theatre for a number of years. She puts her current success down to making the transition from stage to the big screen under the auspices of Pacino. They worked together on the stage version of Oscar Wilde's Salome, and when they adapted it for film she got to see how the legendary actor modulated his performance for the cinema. “My whole life it had been theatre, theatre, theatre. So I was a little afraid because there's this myth of the camera. Everyone says, 'Theatre's big, the camera's small,' and I didn't quite understand. Then I got to watch Al Pacino go from the stage, where there's 1400 people in the audience, to the camera. And because he was also directing me, it was like an acting class every second. I don't think I would have this career without my acting teacher for that year,” she insists.

No one, though, has made as big an impact on her life as Terrence Malick. An air of mystery surrounds the press-shy auteur behind Badlands and The Thin Red Line, and Chastain had no idea what to expect when she flew to Texas to discuss The Tree of Life with him for the first time. “I guess because of the myth I expected someone in all black and a hat, with weird glasses, and messy.” Instead, she found a “normal, very simple man,” in a brightly coloured shirt, who took great interest in learning about her. “He's like my Tolstoy,” she says, smiling. “He's so educated, he knows so much about music, about theatre, about literature. He translated Heidegger. He was a Rhodes Scholar. He played football at Harvard. He's the first person I've met in my life that's good at everything.”

When it came to filming, his set was an ego-free environment, she says, where cast and crew were encouraged to be spontaneous. So spontaneous, in fact, that she instinctively rubbed pepper in Pitt's face during a domestic argument scene. The actor took it in his stride, apparently, and played along. “He's so inventive and spontaneous, I think he's a true actor,” says Chastain. “It's almost like he's a character actor trapped in the body of a leading man.”

She admits that the looseness of Malick's style, which included being allowed to say dialogue in any order, took a while to settle into. “The very first week of rehearsal I was so nervous, because I had so much insecurity. I thought, 'I'm going to get fired.'” She wasn't, of course, and the experience proved liberating. It also proved somewhat lengthy, because even after the film had wrapped, Malick would phone Chastain to ask if she'd record more lines for him.

“I'd be on sets or even up at Thanksgiving with my family and I would get a call asking me to put some stuff on tape, which of course I was very happy to do, and I would get a FedEx with 30 pages. I would go into a sound booth in Budapest or London, or wherever I was, with someone who had no idea who I was or what I was there for or what the movie was, and I would just whisper these lines, like 'Where are you?'” Most of it didn't make it into the film, she laughs, but it didn't matter. “I loved doing it. Maybe because I came from the theatre I just loved the idea of collaboration, and I liked not having a timeline.”

We may see her in Malick's next project, The Burial, for which she shot some scenes with Ben Affleck, although she's not confident she'll make it to the final cut this time. It won't matter if she doesn't, just the experience of being around American cinema's most secretive director again was enough for her. “I don't have a greater teacher in my life than Terrence Malick," she says adoringly, "and I think he will always be the greatest teacher I know.” Indeed, such is her devotion, you get the feeling she'd be happy to whisper her way through the Yellow Pages if he asked her to.

A version of this story appeared in Scotland on Sunday, 3/7/11

Cannes Review: The Tree Of Life


Terrence Malick has only made a handful of films in 38 years. So when a new one comes along, it is always an event - and yesterday's world premiere of his The Tree of Life, starring Brad Pitt, Sean Penn and the very busy Jessica Chastain, who also had
the disturbing apocalyptic thriller Take Shelter in Cannes, was no exception.

Filmed three years ago, the press-shy auteur's fragmented epic is challenging, bloated, sometimes boring, poignant and one of the most visually breathtaking films since Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Book-ended by a haunted-looking Sean Penn, the film is both an intimate family drama and an epic overview of the origins and fragility of life. With monumental ambition, Malick depicts the fiery birth of planet Earth from cosmic dust, and the origins of life on land. A vaguely twee scene with dinosaurs appears to show the beginnings of empathy, before the beasties are wiped out by a meteor.

After the awe-inspiring visual splendour of these elemental scenes, the sections focusing on the story of Penn's character's childhood in a small Texas town in the 1950s feel a little bathetic. His parents, played by Chastain and Pitt, personify the eternal struggle between good and bad that is at the heart of Malick's films. She is grace and love; he is ego, anger and disappointment.

Here the creation of the Earth becomes the development of a boy from childhood innocence to adult disillusionment and, his claustrophobic environment of vertiginous tower blocks seems to be saying, to a way of living that is estranged from nature and spiritually bankrupt.

The mixture of boos and applause that erupted at the end of the Cannes screening suggested the film will divide audiences. But then Malick has been doing that ever since The Thin Red Line. But love The Tree of Life or loathe it, it is impossible to fault Malick's ambition and not to admire a man who is making big, personal, non-genre films at a time when many filmmakers are playing it safe. Long may he continue. 
Originally published in The Scotsman, 17/05/11

Tuesday

Cannes Links

Half-way through the 64th Cannes Film Festival, my personal favourite films are Terrence Malick's audacious and visually awe-inspiring The Tree of Life, and Scottish director Lynne Ramsay's disturbing psychological horror movie, We Need To Talk About Kevin.

Prize for the grimmest film so far goes to the Australian real-life drama Snowtown, about a serial killer in Adelaide in the 1990s. The film's uncompromising approach to its subject matter had people squirming in their seats and leaving the cinema in disgust.

Best interviewees so far include the Olsen twins' younger sibling Elizabeth, and the female lead of The Tree of Life and apocalyptic thriller Take Shelter, Jessica Chastain. 

Links to Cannes coverage:

http://news.scotsman.com/entertainment/Cannes-Film-Festival-preview-which.6762549.jp

http://news.scotsman.com/entertainment/Film-review-Midnight-in-Paris.6766720.jp

http://news.scotsman.com/entertainment/Film-review-We-Need-to.6767445.jp

http://news.scotsman.com/uk/Not-so-luvvie-anger-at.6768008.jp

http://news.scotsman.com/entertainment/Film-review-The-Tree-of.6769501.jp