Two generations of rebellious, quality American acting were represented at Cannes photocalls this morning, with two-time Academy Award winner Sean Penn promoting his daring rock star/nazi hunter film This Must Be Place and Ryan Gosling hyping his arty thriller Drive. And, at the risk of offending fans of their mutually remarkable bodies of work (and in Ryan’s case, his remarkable body), we’re going to go out on a limb and say they both looked kinda silly. Oh sure, Sean isn’t the first actor to stroll around the sea in a faded denim outfit (hello, Antonio Banderas!). Plenty of people would be happy to let Ryan hang around them in a pajama top, white pants and wingtip shoes, especially if they got to be there when he took them off. But you don’t usually see them surrounded by paparazzi on the coast of France. We’re not hating, folks…just amused at what passes for celebrity Cannes casual wear.
See more photos of the bad boys in the gallery below.
This is the life! The eighteenth annual amfAR Cinema Against AIDS gala took place yesterday at the Cannes Film Festival. The super schmancy event was held at the Hotel Du Cap-Eden-Roc in Antibes, France and involved the usual — gowns and jewelry worth approximately three of our lifetimes! Kirsten Dunst showed up looking as fresh as a daisy, completely unaffected by the rumor that her nighttime partying kept Brangelina up all night.
Janet Jackson looked pretty svelte and rocked some bright blue nail polish! Irina Shayk showed up with a slit cut up till there, while cuties Dev Patel and Frieda Pinto snuggled up for the cameras. Gavin Rossdale and Gwen Stefani added a bit of punk to the proceedings while old hands Goldie Hawn and Brooke Shields looked flawless in dull gold and white respectively. Join us in our envy by taking a look at the photos below. We’re making margaritas!
Damn you kids and your infernal racket! Don’t you know Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have a 5,000,000 hour sleep debt they need to snooze off? With all those children, you just know they haven’t slept more than 45 minutes a night since 2001. Which is why we’re not surprised to hear Brangelina and Kirsten Dunst allegedly squared off over the Melancholiastar’s all-night partying at Cannes. The pair allegedly complained when the actress “howled along” to The Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy For The Devil” at the Glacaeu Vitaminwater party at the Eden Roc Hotel. Man, just wait until Kirsten has six kids under 10, an A-list life partner and a new movie coming out every six months; then she’ll understand. She’s going to wish she had a soundproof coffin to sleep in.
Even more bizarrely, allegedly Mad Men‘s Jon Hamm and Vanessa Hudgens joined in the party, “stomping their feet and jumping on tables. All the while, bar staff patiently waited for them to quit. Eventually, security asked the group to pipe down as they were disturbing Brangelina, who are staying in the villa in the grounds.” Hmmm, something about this story seems a little suspicious. We mean, why would Vanessa Hudgens be at a legitimate film festival?
While Lars von Trier’s Nazi comments prompted the Cannes film festival to declare him a persona non grata (Latin for “crazy crackers non trainwreck”), apparently Lars von Triers Cannes ban wasn’t enough of a hint for the Melancholia director to shut his pie hole. “I have to say I’m a little proud of being named a persona non grata. I think my family would be proud,” von Trier told festival journalists. “What I said was completely stupid but I am absolutely no Mel Gibson.” Hmm, a famous cinematic figure repeatedly making highly offensive, arguably anti-Semitic comments? It all sounds pretty familiar to us. If Jodie Foster rushes to Von Triers defense, we might have a Groundhog’s Day-type situation on our hands.
However, despite von Trier’s half-hearted attempt to apologize (“It’s a pity because (Jewish festival head) Gilles Jacob is a close personal friend of mine,” he said), the risk of a Lars von Trier Mel Gibson comparison was apparently not enough to make the director shut up about Hitler. “What I meant was I could imagine what it was like for Hitler in the bunker, making plans. Not that I would do what Hitler did,” Lars said, trying to explain his comments. Okay, that’s it von Trier. You’ve said your peace, now let’s just…oh come on! “Because even if I was Hitler – and I must now state for the record I am not Hitler – but even if I was Hitler and I made a great film, Cannes should select it,” said Von Trier. Wow, it might get so bad, Mel Gibson will have to distance himself from a person making outrageously bizarre comments. We are truly through the looking-glass, people.
What, you thought Antonio Banderas only jumps around like a manic, mugging idiot when promoting Puss In Boots? The actor proved he doesn’t need giant props and Salma Hayek to get him going when he stormed the photocall for Pedro Amoldovar‘s The Skin I Live In in his trademark faded denim earlier today, flexing atop the podium, humping pal/director Almodovar and co-star Elena Anaya, and basically acting like Robin Williams on a coke jag. According to Almodovar, the film is a “horror movie without screams or frights” concerning a doctor who tries to save his injured wife by creating a new skin for her. Just in case you thought Banderas’ antics had anything to do with the movie he’s promoting.
Check out the gallery for more photos of Antonio unleashed.
With Lars Von Trier declared “persona non grata” by the Cannes Film Festival following the director’s Nazi jokes at yesterday’s press conference for his new film Melancholia, last night’s premiere may wind up the last time he gets to shock the famous and the French at the annual event. Helping him go out with a bang was star Charlotte Gainsbourg, sharing her late stage of pregnancy with the world through a bra-bearing, see-through top, and helping us understand what kind of woman makes more than one movie with Lars Von Trier. Meanwhile, 63-year-old Rolling Stone Ronnie Wood showed up with 23-year-old girlfriend Ana Araujo, and Udo Kier was Udo Kier. Why Mel Gibson didn’t join Jodie Foster on the red carpet is a mystery, as is the lack of crying, elderly drag queens and fat, cartwheeling circus clowns with blood dripping from their mouths.
See photos from the premiere below, and wonder whether Kirsten Dunst will stick to American movies from here on out.
Do you think Michael Jackson smelled like a “sparkling explosion of mandarin, lemon and bergamot essential oils from Italy with a few drops of baise rose wrapped in a woody heart of Canadian pine, supported with rose and jasmine of Grasse”? Well, his dad did! At least that appears to be the message of Jackson Tribute, the male side of Joe Jackson’s new fragrance line—Parfum De Neverland—which he just launched at Cannes. Don’t worry, ladies, Joe has a “musky…slightly vanilla” scent for you as well—Jackson Legend. You see, no one can stop Joe from putting the word “Jackson” on anything, since he put the word “Jackson” on Michael.
Parfum De Neverland appears to be a synergistic effort of sorts with Julian Rouas, who—according to his bio—once taught tennis to Prince Albert and Princess Stephanie of Monaco, before designing the scent “Sharon” By Sharon Stone in 1996 (does Joe find these people, or do these people find Joe?). Maybe, if these scents sell well, we can get one that captures the smell of desperation, the kind that drives an 82-year-old man to pimp out his dead son’s legacy like this.
A busy guy like George Clooney must appreciate that girlfriend Elisabetta Canalis‘ life doesn’t revolve around his schedule—the Italian TV host/model/actress is going to spend the Cannes Film Festival looking sexy on a yacht whether he’s there to appreciate it or not. Not happy to just laze around in a bikini like most celebs in France this week (though she’s certainly doing that, too), Canalis traipsed around designer Roberto Cavalli‘s yacht earlier today in a hip-baring red dress….and why not, we ask?
Check out the gallery and think up hater reasons to hate on Clooney’s lady…we’re not gonna bother.
You know what a press conference with Kirsten Dunst and Charlotte Gainsbourgdoesn’t need? Barely sensical Nazi jokes from Lars Von Trier. The Melancholia director made his beautiful stars visibly uncomfortable earlier today when he decided to talk about how he “understands” Hitler, among other Nazi things. FYI, the man who raised Von Trier was Jewish, though Lars later learned he was actually the product of an affair his mom had with her German employer:
The only thing I can tell you is that I thought I was a Jew for a long time and was very happy being a Jew, then later on came [director] Susanne Bier, and suddenly I wasn’t so happy about being a Jew. That was a joke. Sorry. But it turned out that I was not a Jew. If I’d been a Jew, then I would be a second-wave Jew, a kind of a new-wave Jew, but anyway, I really wanted to be a Jew and then I found out that I was really a Nazi, because my family is German. And that also gave me some pleasure.
So, I, what can I say? I understand Hitler. I think he did some wrong things but I can see him sitting in his bunker. I’m saying that I think I understand the man. He is not what we could call a good guy, but yeah, I understand much about him and I sympathize with him.. But come on! I’m not for the Second World War. And I’m not against Jews. No, not even Susanne Bier. I am very much for them. As much as Israelis are a pain in the ass. How do I get out of this sentence? Okay, I am a Nazi. As for the art, I’m for Speer. Albert Speer I liked. He was also one of God’s best children. He has a talent that…Okay, enough.
On top of that riffage (which had Dunst diving behind him, crying “Oh god!”), Von Trier also joked about her and Gainsbourg wanting to make a porno with him (“They said, ‘we don’t give a s— about dialogue. We just want to have a lot of very, very unpleasant sex.'”), and praised Dunst for her “knowledge of depression.” While those familiar with Von Trier’s wit (and work) won’t be too scandalized by any of this, it really would be a shame if his loose tongue distracted innocents from the film itself, which looks crazy enough without his commentary. See photos of the film’s stars in the gallery below.
With Mel Gibson interviews tending to get a little tangential and dark these days, director/co-star Jodie Foster has been handling most of the promotional duties for their film The Beaver. But now that the film’s officially a megaflop, making only $300k after two weeks in theaters (it cost $21 million), the actor has decided to take what applause he can get. Though Mel skipped the press conference for The Beaver at Cannes this morning, he showed up alongside Foster on the premiere red carpet, looking just a little amped. Proving just what Mel probably fears, a festival reporter managed to ask him how he prepared to play such a scary, mentally disturbed person. “I faked it,” he said. “Hey, I don’t know. It doesn’t bear too much analysis.” Oh, Mel—you bear plenty of analysis.
See photos of the supremely good friends in the gallery below.