IT'S NOT A NEWSLETTER, IT'S DYNAMITE - 20/09/22
Patricia adores you more and more.
Say what you like, but there's no other place like it. No newsletter has this power, or even this erotic power, as ours. I'm sure you'll agree. On this subject I'd like to thank Tabatha who covers me with emails of joy to tell me how much she loves my Tuesday and Friday missives. She keeps sending me promo codes so that I can skydive. I go to the site in question but every time I get cold feet. Do you ever get cold feet? I hope as little as possible.
I often do. I'm often scared so I turn on my heels and sneak off, hide in a corner. Although you shouldn't leave Baby in a corner, I hide there and come out once I've forgotten that I'm scared. To forget that I'm a coward, I let myself go and create fantastic, phantasmagorical shoes. Shoes that bring dreams to life and are messages of peace. My shoes are somewhere between James Brown and Nelson Mandela. That's what Matthieu Ricard said to me one day when he regretted that he wasn't a woman so he could wear my creations. I tried to reassure him that he would look very handsome with glitter on his feet, but he didn't feel ready to wear them yet.
Well, apart from that, something important happened on September 20th for cinema. You have to go back to 1946, when the first Cannes Film Festival was held. It was actually the first and a half, since the real premiere was due to be held in 1939 before the war decided otherwise. Of course, the Festival could be criticised for its questionable and boring Palmes awards, and for jury presidents whose suits were too big for their narrow stature. There were too few women nominated, too few women awarded prizes and often a glaring lack of political courage.
But this is a film festival, not the Fête de l'Huma. This Festival has nevertheless delivered Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Cronenberg, the Coens and Kusturica. A festival that has celebrated Altman, Rosi, Coppola, Fosse, Kurosawa, Lynch and Leigh can only be a good thing, even if it sometimes drifts. He can be forgiven for his procrastination. So happy birthday to you Cannes. Make sure you give me a warm welcome, because mine's coming up soon!