Apparently it’s Monday. Back in bed at the beach house with lap top under blue sky and fresh air from sky light. Pachino just called from Paris office to relay my horoscope basically saying to look after the liver, but business is going well! I promise to drink water.
So the Friday meeting with Lizzette Atkins from Circe films…
In Cannes to do a lot of general networking and liasing, Atkins has many projects at different stages.
Circe films were responsible for the too gorgeous for words ‘Pod love’ series short pieces discussing how mobile phones have changed us as creatures and are a prominent film and television production company based in Melbourne.
In Cannes, Atkins has a low budget feature film ‘Somebody, people’ about an Australian teenage model in NY who forced to turn to stripping. It has just been in the German eQuinoxe script lab (naturally held in Norway) and is scheduled for a NY shoot late 2009. Directed by Eddie Martin (director of acclaimed 2008 film Lionel written by Screen Hub editor David Tiley). Screenplay by Sophie Edelstein who is also in Cannes.
Another project Atkins has here in Cannes is When the Sky Fell Down- the Myth of Guy Bourdin, a feature film about the life and work of the French artist responsible for the now ubiquitous porcelain skin, almost nude, slightly grotesque fetish fashion photo shoot (turning fashion world on its head in 50s). Writer/director is Sean Brandt and produced by Atkins as well as Samuel Bourdin and Shelly Verthime and Falling Skies Productions.
Start getting dizzy trying to keep up with the other projects, so will do more updates soon and do check out the podlove!
Elise McLeod, Paris based Australian film and theatre director arrived in Cannes and give her the keys to the apartment (was her who landed the find). ‘got both of us invited to big French party’ is her news, which lands well.
Elise heads home to frock up and I head up to the 8th floor and the Screen Australia international sales agents, distributors and financiers drinks. More soon. Another great, freindly function..
So the french villa: David Lynch set, I now know where Mulholland Drive came from (thanks Daran); there are puppets as people and inuendos cutting half the company directly out; have a bad 20 min run of snooty important French industry rude men then loose it and stomp off and fall across 3 men who say ‘ca va?’ i say ‘non!’ They listened attentively, agreed and once off my chest I feel much better. The French don’t mind being yelled at; in fact, sometimes they quite like it; so from there on the night got better. it was a BEAUTIFUL villa with swimming pool (if Australian party would not be empty); the three guys I fall across run a cultural website in Paris and I am going to send them my reportage on Juliette Dragon; then meet the actor from the film (the Prophet- an officialselection) who is lovely and a director who looks like Roman Duris and chat with Elise and lovely, non pretentious others.
Actually Elise waiting downstairs now to go with me meet someone on ‘the ninth yacht from the right’ (!) then Australian party so must trot.
