The Cannes Film Festival is arguably the most important film festival in the world. We have all seen photos and video from the festival that is set on the Riviera in the south of France. I have been lucky enough to experience Cannes during the festival. In actuality, it is much more amazing than it can possibly be depicted. While amazing, what those depictions lack is what it feels like to be there.
What follows is my complete private diary from my time at the Festival de Cannes. It is uncensored and no holds barred, exactly what you'd expect from Soccerboy in LA.
I had been hired by an independent production company to be an associate producer on a documentary TV show. The show was about a woman who does product placement for feature films and also does the event planning for movie premieres. She had just been given a challenge by Bob Yari (who had produced Crash) that if she could successfully plan his premiere parties at the upcoming Tribeca and Cannes Film Festivals using a budget that would come completely from branding, he would give her a contract to do the product placement and event planning for the next twenty Bob Yari Films, their premieres and events. We would document her journey from the time she began planning the events all the way through the trips to Tribeca and Cannes to see her succeed.
The title of Associate Producer (AP) is a pretty nebulous title whose duties depend on each production. I had an edge because I speak French. A lot of what I had to do were about getting the entire production to Cannes. Once we got there, I would be able to focus on helping our crew get the story we needed and put out any necessary fires…
Day ONE: From LAX to the Riviera, with a pause in Paris.
Day TWO: Getting the lay of the land.
Day THREE:"It’s a tough position to be put in, but I got over it because I didn’t go to Cannes to read the fucking comics and fight over crayons. "
Day FOUR: The calm before the storm.
Day FIVE: What Executive Producer leaves his cell phone at the apartment and doesn't have a heart attack?
Day SIX: A day OFF.
Day SEVEN: Putting out lazy people's fires.
Day EIGHT: What kind of Executive Producer leaves his cell phone at the apartment AGAIN?
DAY NINE: Off to St. Tropez!
Day TEN: Stuck in St. Tropez without a ride back to Cannes. "Ouch."
Day ELEVEN: Sick in St. Tropez
Day TWELVE: The Monaco Grand Prix -or- The One Where Joey Speaks French
Day THIRTEEN: How the hell are we going to sell this show?
Day FOURTEEN: In which Malcolm stands up for himself.
THE LAST DAY: The Beautiful Letdown
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