It was in the last century.
In 1999. I made my debut at the Cannes Film Festival and still confused the Majestic, the Grand Hotel and the Carlton.
So I arrived dead last at
Takeshi Kitano's
junket .
The 20th century, which was not behind in anything, had already invented this journalistic globalization where the Australian, Greek or Brazilian film critic asks the same people the same questions as you.
It's well worth it.
An international rat race where the star turns his head towards the first to speak.
You have to know how to assert yourself.
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When I finally managed to join the pack, the big admiration table was full.
All the seats had been stormed.
All that remained was for me to put down my little recording machine, muttering a few words of apology which met with no echo, then to beat a retreat towards a second row of which I became the sole occupant.
At that distance, I understood that I wouldn't exist, expelled from the magnetic vortex...
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