Cannes, 5/26.

"When you least expect it, you yourself - a critic, an innocent, a harmless drudge - may be kidnapped for apotheosis," writes a modest Nigel Andrews at the end of his overview of the Competition for the Financial Times. "This week, I had a medal pinned on me by the Cannes rulers for services to writing about films and festivals. I suspect it was for still being alive, after sitting through countless movies over countless years. (I have counted the Cannes attendances, actually: 34.) I wear the medal proudly. And I sleep with it, under my pillow, on the rare occasions I have time for any sleep at all."

And hey, look at indieWIRE.

"As we prepare for the announcement of the Palme d'Or winner at Cannes, it's worth considering just how easily, even capriciously, these films' reputations are made and broken," writes Shane Danielson. Also blogging for the Guardian is Geoffrey Macnab on sorting through Marlon Brando's estate.

"On Sunday night the prize for best female performance may well upstage the Palme d'Or," suggests AO Scott in the New York Times.

For Deutsche Welle (and in English), Eleanor Beardsley reports on Luc Besson's project which brings the movies to the 'burbs.

Online listening tip. The Observer's Jason Solomons.

Posted by dwhudson at May 26, 2007 6:15 AM