I worship you. At indieWIRE’s Apple event a few days back, your banter with moderator John Cameron Mitchell (who himself is rather worship-able) reconfirmed you as this remarkably rare figure in popular culture (and I totally noticed you smiling at me, and am certain it wasn’t at your publicist who was sitting next to me even if that makes a lot more sense). The fact that you even are part of U.S. popular culture (a position I’m sure you didn’t intend for yourself), is incredible in itself.
And during the discussion, whether you were talking about how if it wasn’t for Derek Jarman, you wouldn’t be here today; or about your Ballerina Ballroom Cinema of Dreams Film Festival, which this year will be wildly mobile, taking black in a boat and in the woods, among other places; or your 8 1/2 program, where you are working toward a global program that gives a classic cinematic work to any child on their 8 1/2th birthday; or when you called your certainly glorious children “pagans”; or when you told the story of meeting the director of your upcoming film “Julia,” Erick Zonca, when the two of you were not allowed into a party at Cannes, and were forced to break into the building… You come across as sharp, unpretentious, classy, unaffected, good-willed and totally unique. And you have a wonderfully queer sensibility to boot. Not to mention you sign your signature with a heart:
Here’s some video your discussion with Cameron Mitchell, certainly the highlight of the Tribeca Film Festival for me: