A pleasant closing evening that began well with our rock’n’roll walk up the stairs to Sweet Home Alabama, before continuing with beautiful moments of emotion (Xavier Dolan’s cinematic declaration of love for Jane Campion, Sophia Loren’s words for the eternal Marcello, the modest farewell of Gilles Jacob…) and ending with the classic For a Few Dollars More, restored and presented by an energetic Quentin Tarantino.
In the meantime, the jury delivered their list of awards. This was the result of the subjectivity of the nine jurors faced with a selection where almost all the films were “worthy of an award.”
Winter Sleep by Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan is a beautiful Palme d’Or. Thanks to Cannes, the film by the one I have called here the Anatolian Antonioni will thus find an audience.
On the other hand, awarding the jury prize to Jean-Luc Godard is quite incomprehensible. To this day, I still haven’t found anyone able to explain the interest of this ugly and vain long clip.
As for the rest, nothing scandalous but nothing obvious either. Now, and for many months to come, with the irregular rhythm of theatrical releases, it’s up to the non-festival-going public to create their own list of awards.
See you next year.
by Patrick Mottard
