Deal Making And Delights At Cannes '95
AN American blonde of television and tabloid fame looks down from a billboard here, her lips parted, her hands cradling a meaningful-looking gun. "Don't Call Me Babe!" reads the ad copy for her new film, offering a prime example of this town's brand of humor. All right, call her Doctor of Philosophy, but somebody had better behave in babelike fashion if this year's Cannes International Film Festival is to meet its glitter quota. It looks like an uphill battle this year, but Cannes is always game. Several major factors account for the slow start of the 48th annual festival, not least the fact that Wednesday night's grand-opening feature, "The City of Lost Children," by the makers of the 1991 French film "Delicatessen," is a horror. Then there is the significant public relations problem of the French Presidency, since Francois Mitterrand ceded power to Jacques Chirac just as "The City of Lost Children" was supposed to set flashbulbs popping. Dutiful coverage of Jeanne Moreau, the president of this year's Cannes jury, marked the only real press attention this festival has thus far attracted. Books about Mr. Mitterrand have even supplanted movie-star hagiography in local stores.