On Wednesday night, Steven Soderbergh presented his hagiographic, chatty and didactic feature, Che. The Palais des Festivals was packed, and fans crowded the area around the red carpet to get a glimpse of Benicio Del Toro...
I wore a vintage, handmade lace top over my black pencil skirt,with my chunky burgundy Céline heels.
In addition to the film's team, attending the screening were Mike Tyson, the super pretty Natalie Portman, Puff Daddy in a white tux, producer Harry Weinstein as well as the great director Emir Kusturica, a long-time Cannes favorite. He's the coolest guy!
Soderbergh's much anticpated. endless two-part film, totaling 4 hr and 28 mn, combines endless political speeches (such as the Che's interventions at the United Nations) that can only be of interest to ideology lovers, with endless ambush sequences that can only be of interest to those looking for a step-by-step guerrilla manual.
In all fairness, while I was very bored, I have to add that the audience cheered and applauded film enthusiastically. I did find that some shots, such as a bright yellow wall in Santa Clara, a white horse seen through branches or the muted colors of the Bolivian hills, strikingly gorgeous.
Benicio Del Toro is, as always, extraordinary and a likely winner for the Prix d'Interprétation masculine (Best Actor); I was disappointed, though, he didn't seem to strive for an Argentine accent, so I went up to him to ask him (en español, of course) if he had taken lessons to sound Argentine; he was smiling, kind, and sweetly told me he hadn't tried to emulate the Che's typical accent. (Sigh)