CHRONICLE – A swarm of toothy photographers awaits the old enfant terrible. Will come ? Will not come?
On Tuesday evening, cars dump dozens of tuxedos and evening dresses in front of the Carlton. The projection of Jeanne du Barry barely finished at the Palais des festivals, the guests, handpicked, take their places for the official dinner. Thierry Frémaux has invited Alberto Barbera and Carlo Chatrian, directors of the Mostra and the Berlinale respectively, to his table.
The general delegate of the Cannes Film Festival may leave them only crumbs – the new film by Robert Guédiguian will he go to the Lido? This burning question wouldn’t occur to anyone on the Croisette – Frémaux sometimes knows how to be generous. Catherine Deneuve and Pierre Lescure, seated side by side, look like two shy teenagers. Chiara Mastroianni and Melvil Poupaud, ex-lovers who have become lifelong friends, too.
Jean Labadie, the vibrant boss of the Pacte, distributor of Maïwenn’s film released the same evening, is jubilant: “We made 38,000 entries for the first session! »…
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