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The Mystical Palm: The 39th International Cannes Film Festival


Article # : 10143 

Section : THE ARTS
Issue Date : 8 / 1986  2,517 Words
Author : Serge Tribhout
Serge Tribhout is a free-lance journalist who frequently comments on the arts. He is based in Paris.

       Some had to actually do it. And he did it. Hats off to Sidney Pollack! The odd against his deciding to go were enormously formidable. It was an open secret as to who had bowed out. After much beating around the bush, weighing of the pros and cons as if they were picking through a pile of rags, those who think they make the sun rise and set on the industry, those though guys, those macho he-men with articulated biceps and deltoids, those champions of the box office - they balked at the hurdle like ordinary nags, the whole lot of them, even though it meant they would be found out. They set those nasty Gallic tongues waging from Lutece to the Mediterranean, and came out of it looking like wet hens.
       
        It's true that the challenge posed by the 39th International Cannes Film Festival carried a high measure of risk. No one could deny that. After all, there were, all under the same roof, a band of bloodthirsty pirates, austere Carmelites, a lanky flamenco dancer, a mystic poet, hairy mercenaries, a militant revolutionary-red menace, an out-of-control locomotive, an excessively cuddly chimpanzee, ridiculous first generation Australians, some hostile blacks, a gawky loose woman, a prudish computer operator, a rumpled Catherine Deneuve, a Zeffirellized Placido Domingo, a Shepardized Altman, a transvestite Depardieu. And all this under the threat of Quaddafi's time bombs, with the protection of a detachment of the Special Security forces. Oh, to be seen in this Ali Baba cave, this wayside tavern filled with pestiferour people. It would feel great - maybe.
       
        Of course there was sunshine and champagne galore, which are highly persuasive incentives for attending the festival. But participation also required steady nerves ready for anything. This was ... (1999 of 14939 Characters)
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