It was fun taking a breather at the Hotel du Cap Saturday to interview Leo DiCaprio. Warner Independent shuttled various journos from the Palais along the Mediterranean coast to the Cap d’Antibes. We walked through the sun-dappled woods to a series of cabanas by the water, where we hung out until Leo arrived. He was wearing Prada shades, a blue shirt and jeans, but eventually took the shades off; he was smart and charming. Here’s the story I filed on the web. And here’s Variety’s review.
Personally, I found the movie informative and terrifiying. It offered a wider perspective than An Inconvenient Truth and some alternatives to the way we live now. Back in town I filed some stories and reported to our Variety party at the Majestic hotel, blackberrying madly with Elizabeth Guider, as the We Own the Night sale to Columbia story was closing.
I stalked up the Croisette to the Carlton to say hi to Guillermo del Toro and Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, who were celebrating their Cha Cha Cha deal with Universal. Alfonso Cuaron was also there; his younger brother Carlos will make the first film; Alfonso Cuaron, Gonzalez Inarritu and Del Toro’s films will be farther down the line. Alejandro looked tan, clear-eyed and healthy after an extended Spanish hiking tour. He and Del Toro are excited about the freedom they’ll have to make their films without interference. Alejandro is developing some material, and isn’t sure what he’ll do.
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Alejandro was also in town to be part of the Chacun Son Cinema program of 32 three-minute films assembled to celebrate the festival’s 60th which has its public screening tonight. I’ll be putting on my evening duds. Meanwhile Del Toro is here in Cannes with the horror flick The Orphanage screens tomorrow; Picturehouse is releasing stateside. He is presenting the film and helped get it made; he believes passionately in young Spanish director Juan Antonio Bayona, whose shorts and music videos he had admired. When he saw the script by Sergio Sanchez he loved it and helped put the project together and assemble a cast, including Belen Rueda (The Sea Inside, Savage Grace) and Geraldine Chaplin.
After dinner with some pals at La Mere Besson, I went over to the gala dinner at the Noga Hilton for the Coens’ No Country for Old Men. We go back a long way; I visited the set of Raising Arizona. Ethan admitted that while there’s hardly any music in the movie, there is a little. Diane Lane was grinning, proud in the knowledge that her husband Josh Brolin has finally broken through–his taciturn performance as a young Vietnam vet is a star-making role. Javier Bardem admitted that he tried to eliminate all traces of his Spanish accent as the villain who is relentlessly stalking Moss. He wanted to not be Mexican, not be anything traceable, to be No Man from Nowhere. He’s gotten skinnier than he was in the film for his role in Love in the Time of Cholera, which just wrapped production.
I got so caught up in conversation and dinner that I forgot to rush down the Croisette to see U2 perform three songs on the red carpeted steps of the Palais. Messed up priorities, I know. But I was having fun, the DJ was excellent and there was dancing to the likes of vintage Michael Jackson and Prince on the beach. What can I say? Finally, I dragged my tail to the Sicko party at another plage but the folks hadn’t arrived from the premiere and I was just too tired and went home to bed.
UPDATE: I took these photos at the No Country for Old Men roundtables the next day. Joel Coen, Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin look real happy, if you ask me.
[Originally appeared on Variety.com]