CANNES, FRANCE: WILD times in Cannes

sand and sun. i find it around me, all the time.
the other day i saw 3 films in one day. lovely, it was. two were eh. one was wonderful. tokyo sonata: wonderful. much recommended, if it ever reaches the states. directed by: Kiyoshi Kurosawa. The whole cast was there, it was magical. music composition: Bam!

it was that good.

yesterday, i worked all day. it was my favorite day thus far. the parisian filmmakers that i worked with were very kind. david (deey-vied) and antoine (aan-twan)... we ran around getting 'b-roll' shots for the AMC reel and ran into sean penn, jean claude van dam, tim robbins and pauly shore. it was successful, nonetheless. i also bumped into mischa barton and the tiny animal she carts around. some might call it a dog. she apologized to me because her oversized, floral-print, marc by marc jacobs hangbag brushed the purse on my shoulder. i just smiled. i secretly wanted to say, "thank you for your work." but what sense would that make? none. none at all. i should thank josh schwartzman. actually, i did that once. when he lectured at sc. i raised my hand and said thank you.

good. i feel better about that now.

anyway, last night peter, danny and i made gnocci pasta and had kazoo for dinner. we roamed around the village and went to 'cinema de la plage'...where they screened looney tunes on the beach at night. it was unreal. then we were in an elevator in the carlton hotel, where all the directors stay, and ran into Ophélie Winter, a famous french singer. kind of neat. what beautiful clothing these people wear, from day to day.

then, as we walked back along the croisette, heading towards 'midnight blues' a place for live jazz and r&b at night...i ran into a friend from new york. that was weird. the third one that i've seen here at cannes. all on accident. he was working for a company that was in charge of the guest list of the party that everyone wanted to get into. i saw him from across the way, and what a sensational flashback. i love those moments in life. when you're somewhere, for no reason. and you fall in the hands of another, for some reason. then you speak and it's just like it used to be. two years ago. in a different random place in the world, during a different random time in your life. it's worth writing about, regardless of when i next see him. just a remarkable re-introduction to a lost friend. i do believe in chance. happenstance. and the prospect of luck, in life.

then, at the point... as my legs were about to fall off and i was to give up...we crammed ourselves onto the bus back to the hotel and with every attempt i made to squeeze through the 80 persons that wanted to get on a 50 person bus...i somehow made it on and rode home. close to strangers. french and the like. christopher from normandy was nice. and i love listening to the people from the UK.

after that, we shot a scene from a film we're working on back at cannes la bocca. le titre est "fin". je parle en francais pour cette film. c'est drôle. mais, amusant.

now, i will go back to work. music music music. finding music for the Mike Tyson documentary promotional footage. then off to the villa where i will work on a few other shorts that my friends are creating this week...et à la fin du jour ... j'espere voir une autre film...peut-être vicky christiana barcelona ou indiana jones IV...jenesaispas.

je ne pense pas que des personnes ont lit mon blog, et j'aime cet idée. donc, maintenant je devrais retourner `a mon travaille. c'est important.

bonjournée...

~shannon (shaa-nohn)