Pop, pout, pap

Morning Tuesday 20th May 2008

Last night we premiered Itsi Atkins' Pop Your Panties - a short music video parody about Paris, Nicole and Lindsay 'popping their panties'. Having found us the night before and asking us if we would like to show his film (we are, afteral, the perfect vehicle for independant film), Itsi came fully loaded with marketing ploys distributing lacy g-strings and flyers with condoms attached to the back. He also managed to find the rather glamorous Dita on the street, who was more than happy to promote the film, donning one of the original drersses from the film - a skimpy gold sequin number. Dita was a complete natural in front of the camera and got straight into her role, popping her panties and pouting for Itsi's camera and the passers by. Drawn by Dita's assets, we soon had a respectable crowd eagerly awaiting the premiere. Amongst the audicence was my Dad, who had taken a detour on his way down to Spain to come and watch some films. So there he was, sat watching Itsi's creation, whilst Dita struck a thousand poses behind him facing her expectant audience. This is the surrealness of Cannes. As the film finished, a troop of sailors sauntered by and suddenly Dita was sandwiched between a gaggle of gawping sailors and a media frenzy of papping, popping and pouting broke loose. Itsi and Dita were beside themselves with glee. And then just as quickly as the commotion had happened, it died down again. I took the opportunity to steal an interview with the elated Itsi and Dita, who once again, displayed her ease in front of the camera. For anyone who wants to know more about Dita, she also had her own website, which, no doubt, hundreds of delighted sailors are glued to as I speak.

Perhaps it was Itsi's film, or perhaps it was the free wine and beer we have started giving out, but we had a really good crowd, keeping myself Stu and Janus busy whilst Andy kept the films coming all evening. And then the rain came, again. It's getting pretty tiring now. A few of our die-hard fans remained, sheltered under umbrellas, but eventually we admitted defeat and returned to the campsite. The expectations of being able to have an early night were knocked flat as the wine flowed and ideas for our return festival back at the Movieum (Sun 1st June to Tuesday 3rd June - plug, plug, plug). I retired at 4 (which seems to be pretty standard so far), whilst Andy and Stu talked on into the morning. So it ended up being the latest night yet. Perhaps it's not so great to keep a large stash of wine in the van....

Cath xxx