Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Cannes wrap-up


The other day, the 60th Cannes Film Festival wrapped up with the low-budget Romanian film by Christian Mungiu 4 luni, 3 saptamini si 2 zile (4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days) winning the critics' favorite for the Palme D'Or. The story is about a college student who underwent 'back-alley' abortion and consequences she and her friend have to face after. Diane Kruger hosted the 40-minute awards ceremonies.

The honorary award recipient is Jane Fonda who said that "Cannes is the heart of world cinema." True enough. I last remembered her eating Jennifer Lopez alive in Monster-in-Law. Best Director went to Julian Schnabel for Le Scaphandre et le papillon (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly), who directed Before Night Falls. Last year Alejandro Gonzales bagged the prize for Babel. No Hollywood produced and released film ever came close to winning any of the awards except for the recent offering of the Coens' brothers No Country for Old Men. The Coens won 3 Palme d'Or trophies already.
The jury was also made up of interesting members most notable are actresses Toni Collette and Maggie Cheung, actress-director Maria de Medeiros (Pulp Fiction) and recently turned director Sarah Polley. The jury is chaired by Stephen Frears, who directed the award-winning The Queen last year.

Alternative Film Guide gives a rundown of the winners and the festival.

1 comment:

digitalburyong said...

ipapalabas daw yung my blueberry nights dito di ba? syet naeeksayt nako. hehe. ayus na ang pinili ng nury ay isang low-budget na pelikula. medyo OA na kasi yung nananalo nitong mga nakaraan e. parang nakokomersyalayz na masyado ang cannes at venice FF.

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