Cannes: the hysteria of the red carpet – Le Figaro

WE WERE – public side on the Croisette, the opening night invitations rhymed with desperate search, in shrieks and selfies stilettos

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“An invitation please,” “Seeking to return, help me.” From 17h, more than two hours before the screening of The high head movie Emmanuelle Bercot event that launches the start of the 68th Cannes Film Festival, foreign high school girls in evening dresses and mothers Family brushing the perfect trample on the Croisette around the red carpet. All looking at him their savior, who will answer yes to their request. This is often clearly expressed on firmly held in the hands of interested placards. Men also are present. In three-piece suits, they walk among the onlookers who are more and more numerous, minting sometimes “a kiss against an invitation” on a sign.

“I do not know if we’ll get there tonight,” chorus deplores a French couple on its 31. A sexagenarian adjusts his bow tie and pushes elbow tourists to cross to the other side of the fence, where the endless dream crowd to find. “I just recovered an invitation, I’m about to go home. Do not blame me, they will come after, “says a young boy falsely sorry the phone while hurrying toward the entrance coveted Grand Théâtre Lumière.

To access the lucky have to pass on part of the famous red carpet in Cannes, between two convoys of black cars with tinted windows, came a drop by celebrities on the Croisette. “And this is Isabella Rossellini, president of the jury Un certain regard” claims the commentator in his microphone to inform the crowd. But nothing to do, people are always see anything behind the CRS stored at attention.

Once the famous crossed grids, guests queuing, often several tens of minutes. They hide somehow their hysteria wisely waiting security guards give way. Two women in long dresses took the opportunity to barter beach sandals they wear the feet against a pair of shoes to ten centimeters, much more appropriate to mount the steps of the Festival.

“I see nothing with your hat. Could you remove “asks a lady irritated a young fan visibly curious selfies. But see what? Not much, except a piece of shoulder Naomi Watts, freckle Julianne Moore or glasses Abderrahmane Sissako. “Tell me when Nat ‘coming up the stairs,” a teenage girl begs her friend, adjusting the zoom smartphone when Natalie Portman is announced. “This girl is beautiful. I do not care of others. ” Duly noted.