Bad Day...

It had to happen, I suppose.

Today began with the meeting with the Swedish producers of Let the Right One In. They discussed how they came across the novel and the process of turning it into a movie. It was neat.

A few of us went to see a Belgian film called The Misfortunates. Here's the "pitch."

Gunther Strobbe, 13, lives with his father and three uncles at his grandmother's. There, he daily faces enormous quantities of alcohol, picking up women and shameless hanging out and doing nothing. Everything points to Gunther suffering the same fate. Or will Gunther yet manage to escape his misfortune?

It was pretty good. There were a lot of gross instances--lot of vomiting and such. It had funny and dysfunctional parts. Best film I've seen at Cannes so far.

Came back. Well. We waited at the train station for about an hour before getting back. I hadn't eaten anything, so that was painful.

THEN we came back to JLP (the town we are staying in). I changed clothes for the premiere of Taking Woodstock. Ate some foods. Then we made our way back to Cannes to beg.

After standing for a while with my sign, a German/French guy came up to me and said he had an orange ticket, so he wasn't sure if I would be able to use it. I said it was worth a try. Basically, if you have an orange ticket--you must have a market badge as well. If you have a blue ticket--you're in no matter what. SO. We get to the first set of guards. They let me through. We get to the second set--two young guys. They wouldn't let me pass. The German/French man started arguing with them in French. I stood there...feeling kind of awkward. They told him to try the balcony entrance.

We rushed over there, but no one was around. He decides to give the first entrance another try. We get through the first pair of guards again. Then the shouting began. The German/French man was screaming at the guard. The police had to come over and they told me to leave the line. They instructed us to try the "Last Minute Queue." We run over there and see a bunch of people with orange tickets standing around. I look up at the screen that broadcasts who is currently on the red carpet--and there's Demetri and Ang and Emile Hirsch. They go inside and we stand there for a few minutes. They tell us they can't let us in. I part with the angry German/French man.

Feeling rejected and exhausted from running back and forth in heels, I wandered back toward the train station. I got confused on my way there and started calling all the people I could think of that might not have gotten in. No one was picking up and I was getting panicky from being on my own. George finally calls me back and I meet up with him and Melanie. We get some gelato and visit the petit bar at the Carlton. Melanie's 21st birthday is tomorrow/today, so she got a glass of wine. We decided to go back to JLP, and on our way out I saw Jane Campion and the lead actor from her movie in the lobby of the hotel. That was neat.

We get to the train station and they say no more trains were going. We figure out that a bus was not coming for another hour, and no taxis were showing up at the taxi stand area. Sophie and Chris were down at another taxi stand, so we met up with them. Chris ran off to get a drink, so Sophie let the group behind her take the taxi. The next cab pulls up, and the group behind us tries to get in. They claimed we had jumped in at the front, when really Sophie had been waiting for much longer than they had. We all started arguing with them. I got pretty angry. My feet were sore from the heels, I didn't get to see the movie, and this group of rich nobodies were accusing us of something we didn't do. I started to tear up a little because this one woman was being really rude and difficult.

So, we made our way to the other taxi stand near the train station and finally managed to grab a cab home.

And when I looked in my mirror, I realized one of my earrings was missing. Hizzah.

I think people are going out for Melanie's 21st birthday, but I am too upset and tired to celebrate. I don't plan on seeing any movies tomorrow because I still have to write 2 reviews that are due on Monday.

I think I'm realizing how much I really hate the shallow, ritzy atmosphere of the film industry. I don't know if I'm cut out for this business.