Showing posts with label cannes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cannes. Show all posts

Monday, 7 September 2015

LET's ALL THINK TWICE AND AWAKEN OUR IMAGINATION

As I say good night and goodbye to The Venice Film Festival, I have to say that I loved it, yet I am a little surprised  at the lack of imagination still going on in the casting rooms?.  I was going a little mad when I saw Spotlight one night based in Boston about the Catholic Church and Black Mass the next night, again based in Boston this time about gang leaders and politicians, with yet more killings I felt it was one gun shot too many. It was however good for the 50 plus stars and shows it takes some years to have such a huge fan base.


The once devastatingly handsome Johnny Depp  at 52 turned up bloated and middle aged and as I stared into the mirror I realise time creeps up on us all.  Despite work outs, trips to the dentist and regular exercise, botox and a facelift, time takes its toll, on everyone, even in Hollywood.
Perhaps Tilda Swinton is the only 55 year actress who looks good enough to play in the film, The biggest splash, I thought I saw it three years ago, or is it just that the Director, Luca Guadagnino is the same? I felt despite the film being reasonably good I was in a merry go round to nowhere.   The same clothes, the same writing, the same obvious casting, but hells bells why did Ralph have to play a fool when he is so magnificent serious. In amongst the "sameness" excellence appears like lightening from heaven in the shape of Eddie Redmayne in his sensitive portrayal of Lily in The Danish Girl. I totally understood that the feeling of lace against the skin could set off the turmoil in his life. Excellent casting, good directing from Mr Hooper and an incredible part yet again by this genius actor. I was so moved to tears by the story line, by Desplat's music, Danny Cohen's  rich cinematography, which was so stunning I want to move to Denmark and embark on an entirely new life. The story was  fragile, so close to my truths that I fell asleep in a deep depression, crying at the thought of people in my life maybe having to live stories such as this one. To not be happy in the nude must be one of the worst things imaginable? To not be the gender you wish to be, a living nightmare. On every level I was reminded of the pain and pleasure I have encountered.
The cinema is a closed club where the public is allowed a tiny look at the actors in cages, a money making venture, with little room to make mistakes. The Producers play it safe. There is supposed safety in casting the 53 year old Ralph Fiennes, safety in Tilda Swinton, safety in Johnny Depp and definite ultimate safety in Eddie Redmayne. Lucky Venice is the visual and generous host it is. I feel I am living in perpetual state of deja vu. It is why I love new and exciting theatre and film much more. It is why I made my own, The gun the cake and the butterfly and it is why I like new production companies such as Dark Theatre, which on no budgets but bottles of imagination have seconds that make bigger theatre/film companies look mundane, mainstream and ordinary. They do not need endless scripts, Universal, huge entourages, but just need two words energy and passion.
As for the drama and sadness on our doorstep.
The crisis in the Middle East should have been halted by the simple act of irrigation and modernisation, famine was used to step up hostilities. Actually the healthy young men at Calais right now could be irrigating their land increasing its fertility as I write. The Syrian's have been living in a draught for about 5 years.  In June, July and August, the tempers rise. notice last year it was Israel and Palestine at war?

 Cameron was elected four months ago to put a halt on immigration, and now is made to look incorrect by Germany, who in the last war murdered 5 million Jews whose population needs labour, whereas ours does not. Some intelligence should be considered, Sharia Law and a drunken Saturday night for British girls do not go together? Homosexuality is not allowed and Lily would definitely be strung up and all those that made The Danish Girl. We live and celebrate freedom.  Girls could all  be wearing a burka and stoned to death in the future? I beg all leaders of Great Britain to consider as Enoch Powell did, the effects of allowing people in who have opposite values to ours and who we are at war with into our country. This is not to say we should not help the children but consider that both men and women from Muslim countries believe us to be Kafirs, and we do not agree on women's rights.  When they are here they do not acclimatize.  In Germany perhaps the Muslims should uncover their arms if they want to be accepted in our culture? It will not effect me personally but I can see a potential blood bath. How do we know we have not been fighting them?  The press should be shamed into reporting things correctly and whilst all children are  innocent their parents may or may not be. In the case of the man who had no teeth, it is a tragedy,  he was living in the safety of Turkey whose refugees are given money by Sweden,  and decided to leave the country in a Rubber boat, giving no thought to the consequences that his wife  could not swim and no rubber rings for his children  either. We should have taken every single Yazidi family but we did not. The Christians of the Middle East where are they?. Let's all have compassion and common sense mixed together for a second. We would all love a world where religion did not matter, where traditions and customs intermingled, but people don't change and their are certain countries that are living in the Middle Ages, where capital punishment is the norm.
We are on a runaway train to nowhere with no destination and nobody being able to stop it? England as I knew has gone, farewell. Peter Hitchens says it so well.
The England, I remember and knew exists only in Disney and museums.
We need to help the people here in my opinion. The homeless who cannot help themselves giving them opportunities before people from faraway places. There appears to be no money or kudos for that? Come on?
We Europeans should forgive The Greek debt if they take the refugees?

Thursday, 18 July 2013

FULL OF DREAMS



My life is full of dreams. I am sitting here on my balcony, where my film, which I wrote, directed and produced, The gun the cake and the butterfly, is about to be shown tonight at The Ischia Global Film Festival. It is run by the energetic Pascal Vicedomini, I am thinking.  He is a visionary, with caterpillar vision, he assembles talent wit passion, creating a totally unique experience where everyone gladly supports each other.
“ Wow, how lucky am I,  I think?” How on earth did all this happen in a year? The truth is Pascal is instinctive, and what he likes he likes, he and the other film festivals have truly supported me.
He creates panels that discuss International issues and concerts on the beach, everything is done with joy and aplomb. Fireworks abound. I am about to win the Lina Wertmullerprize, in remembrance of her husband, Enrico Jobb, she is the first, out of only four women, to be nominated for an Academy Award.
This festival is very different. 
Cannes and Venice are huge, tricky to manouvre and full of clipboard doormen who  won’t allow you in. Thousands of people flock to festivals, crowded, hot and glamorous.
Ischia is about family, a talented family, involving friendship.

Yes I am right, with my thoughts  “What you are doing, is what you are doing. This has always been   my belief , and I am with one of my favourite actresses of all time Natasha Kinski,(The best author in the whole planet for me is Thomas Hardy, and Tess was my favourite heroine) she played her so well,  and  French actress Emanuelle Segnier. Who is showing her film Venus and Fur directed by husband Roman Polanski, her husband’s new film.
I keep pinching myself. I am following my passion.
Everybody is relaxed. 1950’s distressed glamour. Ischia is not Capri and it’s not Rome. The famous introduce themselves, as if you could not possibly know them. There is something very charming about this. You cannot lobby to be a part of Pascal’s Film Festivals, you have to be anointed to participate.

I have been included in four festivals now, The New Media Film Festival, The New York International Film Festival and have just been selected for the Bel Air Film Festival. The Ischia Global Film Festival, and Have won, “The most imaginative documentary film” in NY. I feel very chuffed. I think, “yes I did this, as a woman for women”.  I thought, I cannot be one of the Kardashian’s who wear ‘strap on’s’ before 9.30 am in Los Angeles, I could only be me.
I thought, I would pinch lines wherever I could, when writing, instead of snorting them.  I could not be one of those people who did  not have a line on their face and only under their nose.

The only people that have ever thought I was a star were London taxi drivers. I enter a cab on the streets of London and the first question they ask is “ What films have you been in, are you a model?”  I never know what to answer?, I do not want to disappoint the charming man driving me.  However, the truth is, that despite drama school ALRA and RADA, I liked to be hidden. My eldest son says however, “A blonde has unfair advantages over the rest of the planet, and you Mummy, can never hide”  

We know through film you can influence the world. Through pictures music and thought, you can change what is going on. I think we can all give back and choose our own platforms, inspiring communities to think. After doing this film I want to do this forever.
Last year women were moaning that there were too few serious positions held in the film world by women. Few films were made by them.   I thought I would have a go. I thought I would learn and expand from the experience. Indeed I did.  I thought I would use my own story, I could be blatantly honest, cruelly so. I had no intention of acting it but combining the script with a documentary to create the artistic world I inhabit so merrily. I enjoyed the focus,
I thought I would be finished in three weeks.
I was not.
The first edit I thought was nothing like me and that I had to be in it. So I decided at that point to intertwine my characteristics with the other actress Justine Glenton and with the actors I involved.

I don’t care about failure, I care about doing and being open and vulnerable to the world, I have put myself out there and I expect ‘judgement day’, but I am proud about what I have accomplished and how I feel, despite, having  to sell my favourite house to do it. Nobody gave me a dime, it was all me, for good and bad.
The story of my upbringing in Wiltshire to being tapped on the shoulder and realizing I have just contributed to the wonderful world of female film directors. Katherine Bigelow, Lyn Ramsey, Madonna, Jane Campion, Vanessa Redgrave, Kerry and Rory Kennedy, Barbara Streisand, my favourites Sofia Coppola and Sally Potter. They are bold and strong, having the faith to follow their own voices against all odds.
Now it’s my turn, I have entered stage right and I have no exit. I am addicted to the critics and the applause.

Monday, 21 May 2012

THE WHIRLWIND FOUR DAYS IN CANNES

Cannes was so busy this year that my head is in a spin, where to go, what to do, so many invitations and exciting events. Best of all for me was Lawless with my favourite Gary Oldman, Memoir a wonderful documentary on the life of Polanski, Romeo and Juliet with the delicious new star Douglas Booth playing Romeo, written by Julien Fellowes and produced by Swarovski,  and lastly Moonshine Kingdom.  I evan managed a trip down memory lane to see Alfred Hitchcock's silent movie The Ring which has just been re constructed. With so much talent around it was difficult to see straight or take everything in. I even went to some first night parties among them Wes Anderson's on the pier at the Carlton with the lovely Nigel Daly.  There sort of needs to be a pre Cannes film festival so that you can preview everything.  The BBC showed their new films in a private lunch and the BFI too. Along with meeting lovely friends such as Rushka Bergman and Robert Robensteiner from Italian Vogue at the Martinez four days passed too quickly.  I sadly have had to miss the Charles Finch dinner for film makers and the Vanity Fair Party as I have had to return home to organise my own film this week.