Speaking of surreality, the two most surreal moments I’ve experienced at this year’s festival: riding up in the escalator to see Kaurismaki’s “Road North” in the Bell Lightbox the day before yesterday and seeing a heavily-bodyguarded-and-entouraged Snoop Dogg, here with a documentary winsomely titled “How to Make Money Selling Drugs,” being escorted to the bathroom – alas, the escalator carried me out of range before I could grab my camera. And yesterday, while in line for “Cloud Atlas,” watching as the orange-t-shirted volunteers linked arms and made a human chain that again separated Snoop Dog – or Snoop Lion, as he says he should be addressed when he’s a reggae artist rather than a rapper – from the common folk. Never seen that one before.
Afterwards I’m striding purposefully towards the Bell Lightbox to see Olivier Assayas’ Master Class, in which he “discusses his favorite films and influences and engages in a in-depth discussion about his latest film, “Something in the Air.” Luckily I pass Jonathan Rosenbaum and some of his auteurist pals as I exit the theater, because they tell me the Master Class has been cancelled, as Assayas had to stay in Venice to receive the screenplay award for his film. I turn around and join the guys in line for Brian De Palma’s so-far-distributorless “Passion.” I am surprised that every seat in the 392-capacity theater is full.
“Passion” is based on Alain Corneau’s “Love Crime,” aka “Crime d’Amour,” starring Ludovine Sagnier and Kristin Scott Thomas, but considerably changed – more sexual and stylized, shot à la Hitchcock. Rachel MacAdams is one game and sly girl, but I continue to be baffled by the opaque Noomi Rapace – I think directors have confused her with her star turn in the European “Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.” In “Prometheus” I was stunned by the clearly-visible thick impasto layers of makeup caked on her face, a well as her lack of connection with any of the other actors in the film. She continues to seem bland and impassive here, her broad cheekbones rendering her face as impassive as a Mayan mask.