Critic's Notebook; Cannes, Where Good Taste Is Only a Concept
FOR the art collector who has everything, why not a $22,000 knockoff of the Sistine Chapel ceiling, modified in the distinctive Cannes fashion? Adam's loins are draped with a strip of celluloid, and he clutches an Oscar. The figure reaching out to him is Marilyn Monroe's, and the ghosts of John Wayne, James Dean, Elvis Presley and Humphrey Bogart look on in approval. The hilltop Hollywood sign glitters in the background. A couple of cherubs are thrown in for good measure. The same art gallery, just across the street from the Palais du Festival, also features Marilyn as Venus on the half shell, Marilyn on Mount Rushmore and Marilyn holding court at the Last Supper. For this last bit of sacrilege, there are hamburgers, Heinz ketchup and a Jim Beam bottle on the table. Laurel and Hardy are two of the Twelve Apostles. Really, there ought to be a law.
