Okay, okay… okay. Watching the academy awards last night definitely put some inspiration back into my bloodstream. Every year I sort of question the validity of my dreams, then I am sitting somewhere watching the awards and I become enthralled in all of the hoopla surrounding the presentation. I won’t lie and say that I don’t want to be there, or that I wouldn’t want to be in the movies, but I do, I really, really do. I can feel its reach closer than before, and the prospect of doing what I love for a living – writing, filmmaking – seems distant yet the reality is undeniably attainable.
Now I am sure that when I am paying attention to Cannes this year I will feel the same way. I mean, just look at this lineup:
Broken Embraces (Pedro Almodovar)
Antichrist (Lars Von Trier)
The White Ribbon (Michael Haneke)
Inglourious Basterds (Quentin Tarantino)
Bright Star (Jane Campion)
Taking Woodstock (Ang Lee)
The Limits of Control (Jim Jarmusch)
Forgiveness (Todd Solondz)
A Serious Man (Joel and Ethan Coen)
The Girlfriend Experience (Steven Soderbergh)
The Informant (Steven Soderbergh)
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (Terry Gilliam)
Ondine (Neil Jordan)
Agora (Alejandro Amenabar)
Looking For Eric (Ken Loach)
White Material (Claire Denis)
Enter the Void (Gaspar Noe)
Thirst (Park Chan-wook)
Face (Tsai Ming-liang)
Vengeance (Johnny To)
Nymph (Pen-ek Ratanaruang)
Mother (Bong Joon Ho)
I need some inspiration. I need a change. I want to create something again… spring is upon me, I think.
