In the ranking of cool things in life, being sent to Cannes during your internship is pretty high on the list. For some reason that still escapes me, I’m the lucky one. Between impostor syndrome, inlays, encounters and my freeloading daily life, I tell you every day about my life and my troubles on the most hype film-loving coast in France: the Cannes Film Festival. See also on KonbiniHow To Have Sex a-che-véBon, it’s not quite the postcard I imagined: the rainy days follow one another in Cannes, and the strolls between the apartment and the festival are not just a distant memory. The only advantage: no need to take as much care with the outfit, knowing that the weather will change us all the same into a small pack of wet dogs threaded in front of the screening rooms, victims of the delays accumulated this year. I put on a jacket, a cap and the most comfortable of my uncomfortable shoes for my twenty minutes of ordeal in the rain. I begin with a delicious return to the country, that is to say in Belgium: It’s raining in the house of the director Paloma Sermon-Daï offered me a naturalistic and more real-than-life dive into the summer of a Belgian siblings with a meaty accent, and that’s all I needed to start the day. I go to my second screening, and on the way, I meet the CGT in demonstration in front of the Carlton. The Cannes that I love. I arrive at the screening of How to have sex, the first film by British director Molly Manning Walker, which I was teased about, and which literally overwhelmed me. I will certainly not tell you about it as well as my colleague Arthur Cios, but I can’t wait for the film to come out and for the general public to rub shoulders with this subtle and intelligent treatment of themes as complex as those of consent and rape. I come out of the session washed up, upside down, and I’m going to eat solo to properly digest the nugget I’ve just tasted. Blow of heart, huge slap. Oh yes, Flavien BergerOne of the beaches on La Croisette hosts concerts every early evening, and the guest of the day is none other than the tall and wacky Flavien Berger, whom I love with all my heart. Having seen it in multiple situations, it was a real joy to add this seaside and Cannes setting to the list of my encounters with the ever so bewitching music of Flavien. An ideal warm-up for this evening that I had wished calm and short, and which was absolutely not calm and short.Betting on the good aftersWe make a small Italian restaurant as a team, and not the least: the address is certainly the most kitsch place that I never seen — and I love it. The cards are actually surprise mini Ipads, and we’re served our seafood pasta in aluminum swans — for unnecessary waste we’ll go over it, but at least it looks good. Well I think ? If my basic plans were to go to the apartment after supper in order to recover some hit points, I’ve clearly hit the nail on the head. We were quickly offered tickets for two afterparties the same evening, including our favorite How To Have Sex. Oh yes, because every evening, in addition to the countless afterparties organized in such and such a luxurious hotel, each film screened during the day organizes a team party and invites all types of people who are often well dressed. And those who are poorly dressed are often the most important, or in any case the richest. Without any real resistance, I easily succumb to the call of the party, especially if it includes the troupe of actors who knocked out heart a few hours earlier. But before, we stop at the evening of the Pakistani film In Flames, and what an evening ladies and gentlemen. Let it be said: Pakistan knows how to party, and it only took a few seconds for the song Sadi Gali to become our new hit of the year. 1 am, the open bar of the evening Pakistani is emptied, the evening is coming to an end. This is a well-paid invitation. We go to the second afterparty, that of How To Have Sex, whose open bars are always full, and whose speakers bombard an i-co-nic playlist that goes from Rosalìa to Central Cee via Earth, Wind and Fire in remixes that bewitch our pools. The cast of the film is there, and delicious British accents color the evening. The party looks like a success story for the team of How to have sex, which celebrates here a first screening widely acclaimed by critics, and which announces only good for them for the future. We toast in their honor — but also because it’s free. It’s official: Dua Lipa is packing her bags in Cannes Oh. my. god. On the way back, the news falls: Dua Lipa has arrived. If her arrival was not really so secret (she comes to present her very first collection of clothes for Versace on La Croisette), we did not expect to see her climb the steps for the French film by Elias Belkeddar, Omar la fraise . This is the first “official” outing for our queen and her boyfriend, the French director Romain Gavras, and we can only rejoice. afterparties (oh how good it would have been to see her rocking her shoulder to Pakistani music) we don’t despair and we’re about to work hard to finish in the right place at the right time for the evenings to come, and finally breathe the same air as her. We believe in.
