A biopic about an unknown painter cleaned up the 34th edition of the Cesar awards (France's equivalent to the Oscars). You would have thought that it was an homage to Sean Penn (the actor was in attendance, first row ticket) and the dearly departed Claude Berri, but this was Martin Provost's night upsetting favorites Jean-François Richet and Mesrine (who won for Best Director and Best Actor) and the Palme d'Or winner The Class from Laurent Cantet winner went home with only the Best Adapted Film. Séraphine won a total of seven awards.
700 French journalists and film critics agree, Laurent Cantet's The Class is the best film of the year. The 10th edition of the Étoiles d’or group places the film in the best position for a (the French equivalent of the Oscars) César win for Best Picture. Curiously, the same group of journalists and critics thought Arnaud Desplechin merited the Best Director prize for Un conte de Noël
The biggest question prior to the Oscars is: How much of an underdog can Slumdog Millionaire really be when it's winning major honors at the Globes, Producer's Guilds, and has ten Oscar noms to go along with it? Danny Boyle claimed the top prize....
I’m not sure what to make of this – but this year Top 20 batch of film’s have death as a focal point in the plot or use bereavement thematically: death of a dream, death of a soul, death out of defiance and death of a culture, society and way of life. I don’t really have a fascination with death, but I’ve noticed that my own mortality and the eventual passing of my loved ones seem to have embedded itself in some aspects of my daily routine.