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Matt & Thembisa have just returned from the shores of France after scouting the Cannes Film Festival in preparation for the movie we are shooting later this year.
Ah, the sunshine, the glamour, the French!
We experienced yacht parties, beach parties, the terrace of The Grand at 2 in the morning, courting sales agents, watching people hunt for tickets to the red carpet and invitations to anything that caters champagne. We brushed shoulders with the wealthy and sat for hours sharing coffee with our friends in the UK and South African Pavilions on the beach.
We heard stories about those heavyweights who were bounced from the Pirates of the Caribbean premiere because their clothes were not suited and those students who were invited 15 minutes before the screening as they stood outside the Palais with a sign saying: "Tickets Please".
We watched Robert de Niro walk the red carpet, Jude Law wander past in the park and Tilda Swinton discuss We Need to talk about Kevin, a British film in competition.
One thing has to be said - film people have found the perfect way to do business! There is nothing quite like meeting an investor over drinks at midnight and then watching epic fireworks erupt over the ocean a second later.
Not all days in the film industry are glamorous, but it seems Cannes has done a good job of maintaining the mystique - it creates the desire to be important. Passes are issued with clear hierarchy and procedures - are you good looking, do you speak fluent French? The guest lists at parties are equally strict - do you know an important name, would it be too much trouble to stop you once you've already knocked down a bouncer, run at speed into the party and vanished in the crowd?
After some time in the sun, we can now safely recommend eating fresh pain au chocolat and the watching the film TT3D: Closer to the Edge which goes down in history as one of Matt's favourite documentaries ever. We'd also like to honour to the fabulous Brits from Little White Lies Magazine and Elevenfiftyfive who hosted a splendid beach party and who generally take good care of creative folk.
The Devilishly Handsome Award for Best Party goes to the South Africans - for nothing beats a chocolate fountain!
Want to see pictures? Check facebook.
Want to read more? Producer (and friend) Jade Alexander reports here.
Ah, the sunshine, the glamour, the French!
We experienced yacht parties, beach parties, the terrace of The Grand at 2 in the morning, courting sales agents, watching people hunt for tickets to the red carpet and invitations to anything that caters champagne. We brushed shoulders with the wealthy and sat for hours sharing coffee with our friends in the UK and South African Pavilions on the beach.
We heard stories about those heavyweights who were bounced from the Pirates of the Caribbean premiere because their clothes were not suited and those students who were invited 15 minutes before the screening as they stood outside the Palais with a sign saying: "Tickets Please".
We watched Robert de Niro walk the red carpet, Jude Law wander past in the park and Tilda Swinton discuss We Need to talk about Kevin, a British film in competition.
One thing has to be said - film people have found the perfect way to do business! There is nothing quite like meeting an investor over drinks at midnight and then watching epic fireworks erupt over the ocean a second later.
Not all days in the film industry are glamorous, but it seems Cannes has done a good job of maintaining the mystique - it creates the desire to be important. Passes are issued with clear hierarchy and procedures - are you good looking, do you speak fluent French? The guest lists at parties are equally strict - do you know an important name, would it be too much trouble to stop you once you've already knocked down a bouncer, run at speed into the party and vanished in the crowd?
After some time in the sun, we can now safely recommend eating fresh pain au chocolat and the watching the film TT3D: Closer to the Edge which goes down in history as one of Matt's favourite documentaries ever. We'd also like to honour to the fabulous Brits from Little White Lies Magazine and Elevenfiftyfive who hosted a splendid beach party and who generally take good care of creative folk.
The Devilishly Handsome Award for Best Party goes to the South Africans - for nothing beats a chocolate fountain!
Want to see pictures? Check facebook.
Want to read more? Producer (and friend) Jade Alexander reports here.
