A sunny shout-out to 70 winners at the Cannes Film Festival to celebrate the 70th event which is just around the corner – in no particular order.
Without in any way intending to offend the beautiful Bérénice Bejo, she played it plain and simple in Asghar Farhadi‘s near flawless Le Passé. So solid and sincere is her performance here, she is unrecognizable from the (also excellent) song-and-dance turn in the silent Oscar winner The Artist. Marie-Anne is not a particularly scary woman, but those men in her life (and her kids to a large extent) are walking on thin ice – she is weighed down by bitterness, perhaps some buried guilt, not to mention the tension built from her recent and current life choices. You watch Le Passé, though, and want the pain to end for her. For all of them. Bejo is so authentic, such a grand presence in this grounded human story, you carry empathy for her, even in her coldest moments. This is not solely her film, in the acting stakes she is surrounded by some outstanding performers, but she is the cream of the crop.