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Disinhibition, Coarseness & Social Cantagion In The Age of Trump

May 27, 2019#VanPoli Civic Politics, BC Politics, Decision Canada 2019, News, Politics, Vancouver, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

Two centuries ago, a wave of suicides swept across Europe as if the very act of suicide was somehow infectious.
Shortly before their untimely deaths, many of the suicide victims had come into contact with Johann von Goethe’s tragic tale The Sorrows of Young Werther, in which the hero, Werther, himself commits suicide. In an attempt to stem what was seen as a rising tide of imitative suicides, anxious authorities banned the book in several regions across Europe.
During the two hundred years that have followed the publication and subsequent censorship of Goethe’s novel, social scientific research has largely confirmed the thesis that affect, attitudes, beliefs and behaviour can indeed spread through populations as if they were somehow infectious.
Simple exposure sometimes appears to be a sufficient condition for social transmission to occur. This is social contagion theory; that sociocultural phenomena can spread through and leap between people like outbreaks of measles or chicken pox rather than through a process of rational choice.
The online disinhibition effect is a term used to describe the lowering of psychological restraints, a seeming inability to regulate our behaviors in an online social environment leading to reduced behavioural inhibitions online, and a negating of normative behavioural boundaries while in cyberspace, resulting in destructive interpersonal behaviors while using social media.
Welcome to the Age of Trump, the age of unreason and disinformation, of Russian bots and the spreading of racial hatred, the targeting of minority populations as “the other”, the rise of anti-Semitism, rampant cynicism, misplaced anger, isolation and the breakdown of contemporary society.

Germany to fight anti-Semitism. Children learn about Holocaust at Berlin Jewish school.

On Saturday, May 25th, Felix Klein, the German government’s anti-Semitism commissioner, told the Funke media group …

“I cannot advise Jews to wear the kippah everywhere in Germany. Jews should think twice before wearing the traditional kippah skullcap in public arising from a recent and sustained rise in attacks against Jews.

Anti-Semitism has always existed in Germany, but in this new era of social dysfunction, brought on in some measure by the odious conduct of the U.S. President, anti-Semitism is now showing its ugly face more openly.

There is no question that the rise in social disinhibition and coarseness has played a role in the worsening situation we’re currently experiencing in Europe. The internet and social media have also strongly contributed to this — and also to the continuous attacks on our culture of remembrance.

The word Jew as an insult was not common in my time when I went to school. Now, in the early part of the 21st century, it is and it’s even an insult at schools where there are no Jews, where there are no Jewish students. So that is a growing concern and of course we have to develop strategies to counter that, in Germany and across Europe.”

Toxic disinhibition, an empathy deficit, the absence of restraint — and online, anonymity, invisibility and intermittent, unfledged asynchronous communication are far from benign in their impacts, not only on social discourse, but at the ballot box and in each and every one of our lives, where increasingly otherwise good people live without conscience, informed social awareness, and their role in the social collective we call Canada.

The 2016 American election was one of the ugliest elections in the history of the United States. Hillary Clinton was continually subject to unwarranted attacks, and daily demonized online. Not a day went by in the lead up to the November 8, 2016 U.S. election when I didn’t find myself outraged at the “sharing” — by a broad range of people on the left with whom I had worked over many years — of Russian bot disinformation, and misogynist commentary about the “war-mongering” U.S. Senator & Secretary of State.
Speaking at a Liberal fundraiser in Toronto last October, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau told those who were gathered at the Danforth Music Hall the upcoming federal election would be the ugliest election in Canadian history.

“We are now looking at perhaps what will be the most divisive and negative and nasty political campaign in Canada’s history,” Trudeau said. “I can tell you, we will do the same thing we did in 2015: No personal attacks, strong differentiation on issues of policy. I will not engage in personal attacks and none of our team will either.

A positive, compelling message that brings people together, that refuses the politics of personal attacks, that refuses the politics of division of scare tactics — whether it’s snitch lines or hijab attacks — that kind of approach that Stephen Harper tried does not work.

Once you’ve gone and divided and angered people in order to get elected it becomes very difficult afterward to pull them together in a way that actually allows us to solve the challenges that we need to solve. To run on division and fear and easy populism makes it harder to do the good things that must be the central purpose of why we run for office.”

Make no mistake, with $65 million in corporate funds already in the kitty for the federal Conservative party to wage their 2019 electoral campaign, with a lesser $41 million available to the Trudeau Liberals, and a paltry $5 million and $3 million, respectively, for Jagmeet Singh’s New Democratic Party of Canada and Elizabeth May’s Green Party of Canada, Andrew Scheer’s far right-of-centre social Conservative party is ready to wage that nasty, ugly campaign Justin Trudeau has talked about to crowds across Canada who have gathered to hear our Prime Minister.

Fight to Defeat Coarseness, Social Contagion, Disinhibition & Isolation
As Canadians, we can do our part by keeping our online discourse respectful, sticking to the facts, not sharing or retweeting the disinformation that will surely be provided by the Russian bots invading our social media, by joining the Greens, the New Democrats or the federal Liberal party, to donate time and money, to work on the campaigns of the socially progressive candidates we support, to staff the candidates’ offices, to go door knocking, gather with others in burmashaves in neighbourhoods, across our city and in Metro Vancouver — and make a difference, fight for inclusion & have a positive impact on the outcome of the election, in order that diversity, climate action, transit, infrastructure, affordable housing, continued subsidy funding of housing co-ops, preservation of our coasts, and preservation of the Canada Child Benefit introduced by the Trudeau government in 2016 that has served to reduce child poverty in Canada by 40%, or 300,000 children, since its introduction only three short years ago, will remain atop the political agenda in Canadian federal governance.

Music Sundays | Regret | Blue Nile

May 26, 2019fixin to die rag, Jude and Megan, Music, Stories of a Life, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

In the early 1970s, I attended Simon Fraser University. Early on in my student career, I met the head of Medical Services at SFU, Dr. Ed Lipinski, one of the most impressive men I’ve ever met. He asked if we might meet from time to time, that given my various political involvements of the day, he said he found me “fascinating”, and would like to get to know me better.
Now, as it happens, Dr. Lipinski was a psychiatrist, a dedicated and gifted therapist, for a long period of time the head of the World Psychiatric Association, and someone that every person of influence, in administration and among the student body at SFU, saw on a regular basis.
Ed made things happen.
For me, that meant bursaries and scholarships, and paving the way for whatever I needed. In addition, as a journalist / editor at the student newspaper, The Peak, Ed Lipinski ensured that I had access to senior administration officials, who almost inevitably became “unnamed sources” for a series of provocative articles I wrote over the years.
Had Ed not died in a car accident along the Algarve in Portugal in 1981, my life would have been much different. Ed was 100% on my side, he had influence with the Courts, and in the political, banking, and corporate worlds — apart from being a first-rate psychiatrist, Dr. Ed Lipinski, British Columbia’s first forensic psychiatrist knew how to connect influential people to get things done. Dr. Lipinski was, then, our province’s trusted figure.
In 1972, as was occurring more frequently, Cathy and I were experiencing one of several episodes of turbulence in our marriage — I was giving serious thought to leaving her, calling it quits. Here’s what Ed said to me …

“Raymond, imagine that you’re 63 years of age, it’s 3 a.m. on a chilly winter’s morning, and you’re lying in bed all on your own. You’ve been on your own for awhile now. No marriage. No relationships with women who you love. No one to share your life with, just you taking responsibility for yourself. Ask yourself, ‘Do I want to be alone as I approach the latter third of my life, or do I want to share my life with a woman I love?’ Raymond, should you leave Cathy, is that a decision that you will regret? Do you honestly want to face the prospect of lying their at 3 a.m. alone, with no one to turn to, and no one with whom you can share your life?”

The impact at the time of Ed asking me those questions was to return home to Cathy, and make a renewed effort to preserve our marriage.
Now, of course, I am just shy of 69 years of age, and alone. But not lonely.
Would I prefer to be in a relationship with a woman I love? Yes, I would — and you only have to know me to know that for me, hope reigns eternal. I am an optimist about love, as I am about my political involvement, and almost every aspect of my life. When I reflect on my life now, I believe I am, overall, satisfied with my life.
Still & all, when I’m lying in bed at 3 a.m., I think back to that conversation with Ed Lipinski in 1972, and reflect on the fact that I am alone.
In respect of the matter of regret, up until 1997 I was, every moment of the day, as I had been for years, filled with regret and, as it happens, self-loathing. There was so much that I regretted about my life, things I wished I had done differently. Fortunately, I had another gifted therapist, Max, in my life who was able to present to me a logically consistent argument as to why I should look forward and not back, that the decisions I had taken in the past that I had come to regret were things I could do nothing about.
What I could do was each and every day work towards becoming a better, more sensitive and thoughtful, more whole and more generous person.

Glaswegian Paul Buchanan, lead singer and founder of the Scottish trio, Blue Nile.

Still and all, I do reflect from time to time on the regrets of my life, and the better decisions I might have made. As such, the music of Glaswegian Paul Buchanan and his two band mates in the 90s Scottish trio, The Blue Nile, speaks to me in the early hours of the morning, and when I am feeling in a melancholic mood, the song Regret speaks to the deepest part of my soul.

Stories of a Life | 1988 | Fitness in a Time of Despair | VCC, Pt. 3

May 25, 2019Food & Health, Jude and Megan, Stories of a Life, Vancouver, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

1987 was a terrible year for me, one of the worst in the past five decades.
Cathy and I were still embroiled in an ugly, seemingly never-ending custody battle, when my two partners pulled out of our successful business the business was so prejudiced that I was forced to close it, displacing a dozen workers, after which over the course of the year I lost two professional jobs through no fault of my own, and the housing co-op where I had lived for the previous three years had moved to evict me because, “you’re gay, you have AIDS, you’re gonna kill us all, and we want you gone!” — by the time 1988 rolled around, I was experiencing an ever deepening despair, gripped by a black depression that had me almost catatonic, and without hope.
I was also in the worst shape, physically, that I’d ever found myself in —eating poorly, and weighing in at an unhealthy 225 pounds.
When in February 1988 I was offered a teaching job at Vancouver Community College, I wasn’t sure I had the stamina to stand in front of a class 15 hours a week to teach courses in English Literature, and writing.
Linda, a friend who lived nearby (in the picture above), one day when I was over at her home, who was aware of my various travails, turned to me on that chill, overcast mid-winter afternoon, and said to me …

“I want you over at my house at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning with your best pair of runners, and dressed warmly. We’re going to turn your life around, get you fit, deal with Cathy and your children, and those assholes in your co-op. You’re starting a new job in two and a half months, you have EI coming in so you’re not hurting for money, and you’ve got the time to get yourself into shape — beginning at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, sharp.”

The next morning at 9 a.m. sharp, I arrived at her home on West 2nd Avenue on the north side of the street just east of Waterloo Street. Linda put some coffee on, and we smoked a joint (“it’ll help you focus on your body, and what needs to be done”) and by 9:30 a.m. we were off, walking towards Jericho Beach, on the first leg of our walk along Spanish Banks.

I was so out of shape that by the time we reached Jericho Beach, I needed a 15-minute break, to sit down and catch my breath before continuing on the walk Linda had planned for us, to the end of Spanish Banks, just east of the forests of Pacific Spirit Park, and the University of British Columbia.
That first morning, I had to stop seven times on the way to the end of Spanish Banks, and seven times on the way back. A walk that should have taken us an hour or an hour and a half, instead took three hours — and I was wiped out. Upon arriving back at Linda’s house, she made us both a warming cup of coffee, and afterwards sent me home, saying, “I want you back here in two hours. We’re going to do the same thing again this afternoon, and every morning and afternoon until you’re in shape.”
I returned at 2:30 p.m. that afternoon and we were off again. This time we stopped only five times on the way to the end of the beach, and four times on the way back. It was raining outside, the skies dark and overcast. “Rain or shine, we’re going to be out here every day. Get your head around it!”
Linda was like a drill sergeant, “Head up, look over at the mountains, this is an exercise as much for your eyes and for your head as it is for your body. No looking down, ever.” By the end of the first week, I could walk to the end of the beach without stopping, the same on the way back. We would rest at the far west end of the Spanish Banks beach for 10 – 15 minutes before heading back, taking in the beauty of the nature around us.

During our walks we talked about everything.
Linda knew Cathy from our days living in the Interior — the first time they met one another, each took an immediate, visceral dislike to the other, which was odd given how similar their respective backgrounds were, and what strong, take charge personalities both possessed. Linda knew my children; she had a son the same age as my son, Jude, and had met Megan many times (Megan didn’t like Linda — again, a clash of personalities and will). Linda and I continued our walks and hikes, twice a day every day.
By the beginning of the second week of our walks, we were not only walking along the full length of Spanish Banks twice a day, Linda had added a twice daily hike through Pacific Spirit Park. The third week had us making a foray into Stanley Park, walking through the woods, and up the 45 degree embankment leading to Prospect Point. By mid-March, one month into our twice daily walking and hiking regimen, I had dropped 40 pounds, while consuming a satisfyingly substantial amount of healthy foods.
Linda had also added yoga as a feature of our walks, involving a great many stretching exercises. Between the twice daily walks, the hikes, the yoga, and my new healthy diet, by mid-April, I had lost 75 pounds and was down to a fit 150 pounds — I felt like Superman, stronger and healthier than I’d been since I was in high school twenty years previous. My depression? Gone. My ability to stand up for myself, and not allow myself to get pushed around, by circumstance or by some of the malcontents in my life (those who meant me ill), and ready to do battle with Cathy in the Courts? I was back. By mid-year, the custody battle was resolved, as was the battle with my co-op (the latter, which I’ll write about another day).

Photo, Broadway campus, Vancouver Community College, taken from Chinacreek Park

By the time classes at Vancouver Community College began at the beginning of May, I was me again — tough, strong-minded, confident, fit and healthy, and ready for whatever was coming my way … which, as I wrote two weeks ago, was love. In May, as the classes I taught were scheduled in the evening, Linda and I continued our walks during the day, with Lori and I walking in the late afternoon, once we were living together.
For the next three years, I continued my daily walks from my home to Jericho Beach and along Spanish Banks, leaving the hikes through Pacific Spirit and / or Stanley parks for the weekend. In two and a half months in 1988, Linda had trained my body such that it was as easy for me to power walk and hike 7 miles, as it is for most people to cross the street.
In 2017, after walking well over 400 miles in service of both Morgane Oger’s NDP campaign in Vancouver False Creek and David Eby’s campaign in Vancouver Point Grey, that summer — arising from a case of plantar fasciitis — for the first time in 29 years I did not keep up with my regimen of walking along the beach and through the woods of Pacific Spirit Park.
Still, I will never forget, and will always be grateful for, the gift Linda gave me of health and not just just the ability and willingness to leave my home to get out into the elements, but the pure joy I experience when walking along Spanish Banks or through Pacific Spirit Park, riding my bike, or otherwise engaging in healthy activity, a regimen that prevails to this day.

Arts Friday | The 72nd Annual Cannes Film Festival | Winners!

May 24, 2019A & E, Arts Friday, Cinema, News, Thought for the Day, Vancouver, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

Saturday night, the 72nd annual Cannes Film Festival draws to a close.
Why should that matter to you?
Well, if you love film, and foreign cinema in particular, the award winning films that will be announced Saturday night in Cannes highlight the most important films made outside the North American continent this year, and most probably predict this year’s Oscar award contenders for what used to be called Best Foreign Language Film but for the 2020 Oscar ceremony will be renamed the Best International Feature Film. Not to mention, for aficionados of the Vancouver International Film Festival, a raft of Cannes films will arrive on our shores this upcoming September and October.
Here’s IndieWire chief film critic Eric Kohn’s wrap up column on the 72nd annual Cannes Film Festival, Class War & the 2019 Cannes Film Festival.
WINNER, Palme d’Or | Director: Bong Joon-ho
Parasite | South Korea

The fearlessly and fiendishly well-crafted new film from director Bong Joon-ho (The Host, Snowpiecer) offers a masterful dissection of social inequality, in a film that while a diabolically fun watch is also resolutely political, the film’s tonal shifts clearly in service of its class politics, infecting Parasite’s breezy dark-comedy with notes of rage and melancholy. Bong delivers a stunning return to form with this newest venture, which takes bold leaps between tenors and tone, the film entertaining and intelligent, and an unsparing social indictment of class inequality — a roaringly raucous, blood-spattered social satire that is also luxuriously watchable, suspenseful, uproarious, and a brilliant return to form for South Korean auteur Bong.
For background on how the Cannes Jury chose Parasite, click here.
WINNER, Grand Prix | Director: Mati Diop
Atlantics | Senegal

Mati Diop entered the Official Competition at Cannes with plenty of attention, as the first black woman with a film in the section across the festival’s 72 years. But, according to IndieWire film critic, Eric Kohn …

“The real reason to pay attention to Atlantics is its singular vision of the migration crisis. Diop’s gorgeous, mesmerizing feature directorial début focuses on the experiences of a young woman named Ada (Mama Sané) stuck in repressive circumstances on the coast of Dakar after her boyfriend vanishes en route to Spain. But the film is less fixated on his departure than with the community around her.

Diop’s enigmatic, lyrical narrative left audiences dazzled by its cinematic textures and haunting atmosphere. The peculiar allegorical nature of its story, and a supernatural twist that creeps into the plot, could make it a tough consensus choice for this year’s jury. But it’s quite the impressive début, and could very well wind up with some sort of prize by the end of the festival.”

There was a tie for the next category …
WINNER, Jury Prize | Tie
Les Misérables | France | Director: Ladj Ly

The directorial début of Ladj Ly offers a relentless tale of mounting tension between tough police officers and an oppressed Muslim population in modern-day Paris. Ly’s jittery, naturalistic style spends much of its running time focused on several officers as they clash with the neighborhood youth, and one conflicted new recruit (Damien Bonnard) with a moral conscience. The suspense builds to an anxiety-inducing showdown involving the bubbling frustrations of a local Muslim boy (Issa Perica) whose pithy crimes receive a nasty comeuppance in the film’s wrenching finale, causing audiences to draw thematic parallels to Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing.
Bacurau | Brazil | Directors: Kleber Mendonça Filho Juliano Dornelles

A bracingly confrontational commentary on the direction his home country of Brazil is taking in the Trump-like era of Bolsonaro, Bacurau’s propulsive storytelling doesn’t come at the expense of the vividly sketched personality of Brazil, in this often strange fever-dream Jacobean-style bloodbath of a film, all at once densely layered and rich, ruthless and clear-minded, a film that divided the critics, but not this year’s Cannes Jury, it would seem. Mendonça Filho has scored before at the Vancouver International Film Festival, with his absolutely brilliant Neighbouring Sounds, which took VIFF 2016 by storm, emerging as an audience favourite.
Best Screenplay | Writer / director: Céline Sciamma
Queer Palm (Feature) | Céline Sciamma
Portrait of a Lady on Fire | France

Acclaimed French director Céline Sciamma makes her long-overdue Competition début with this vivid period drama, which focuses on an 18th century lesbian romance about a painter (Noémie Merlant) hired to create a portrait of a woman from a wealthy family (Adèle Haenel) without her knowledge. In the process, the two women fall in love, against the backdrop of a magical seaside landscape. Sciamma’s sharp, picturesque imagery meshes with the palpable erotic sparks between her two stars, who transform this emotionally resonant two-hander into a riveting portrait of hidden sexuality, a film Hollywood Elsewhere’s Jeff Wells writes is “as close to perfect as a gently erotic, deeply passionate period drama could be,” while The Guardian’s Peter Bradshaw writes in his five-star review …

Céline Sciamma has brought a superbly elegant, enigmatic drama to Cannes that compels a shiver of aesthetic pleasure and fear, demonstrating a deeply satisfying new mastery of classical style to go with the contemporary social realism she showed in Girlhood (2014) and Tomboy (2011).

The setting is 18th-century Brittany, where an Italian noblewoman (Valeria Golino) has engaged what is officially a ladies’ companion for her beautiful daughter, Héloïse (Adèle Haenel), who has just come out of a convent and is recovering from the loss of her sister. The companion, Marianne (Noémie Merlant), is actually an artist, and the countess wishes her to paint a portrait of Héloïse in secret, to be shown to a wealthy prospective husband in Milan, because headstrong Héloïse would never consent to sitting for any such picture.

Sciamma brings the erotic together with the cerebral. The final scenes set in the art gallery and the opera house are gripping: a past obsession simultaneously sour and yet vividly alive. What did it remind me of? De Laclos’ Dangerous Liaisons? Nicolas Roeg’s Bad Timing? I don’t know.

But what a story of desire.

From the reviews out of Cannes, Portrait of a Lady on Fire is a sure-fire contender for the Palme d’Or, with a seeming Best Actress nod for the luminous Adèle Haenel [2017’s BPM (Beats Per Minute)] a near certainty.
Best Actor | Antonio Banderas
Pain and Glory | Spain

A beautiful, full-hearted celebration of the craft of filmmaking, Pain and Glory is one of the most meditative of Pedro Almodóvar’s career, an especially personal work, anchored by the director’s on-off muse Antonio Banderas in perhaps his greatest performance, as he sweeps through the Spanish maestro’s recurrent themes: high melodrama and kitsch comedy, piety and carnal lust, sex and death, human pain and transcendent glory.
Best Actress | Emily Beecham
Little Joe | France

An artfully unnerving, austerely hypnotic horror movie about a very sinister plant, visually Little Joe is a total feast for the eyes, contrasting art-deco pinks and mint greens against sterile, symmetrically framed expanses of white, vaguely evoking the aesthetic of some lost sci-fi film of the ’70s. Another film that divided the critics, with CineVue critic John Bleasdale writing, “compared to the sophisticated and nuanced horrors of Black Mirror, Little Joe feels like a fairly straightforward riff on a very familiar idea. Nonethless, because it won an award at Cannes, because it’s a horror film (and outside of the hothouse of the Cannes Film Festival, the film will receive stronger reviews), Little Joe will likely arrive on our shores at some point this summer or autumn.
Best Director | Jean-Pierre & Luc Dardenne
The Young Ahmed | Belgium

Camera d’Or
Our Mothers | Guatemala | Director: César Díaz

From the military dictatorship established in the late 1970’s in Guatemala was born a civil war that only ended some twenty years later, leaving in its wake more than 200, 000 victims, and burying the memories of 40, 000 missing people. With Our Mothers, selected in the Critics’ Week section of this year’s Cannes Film Festival, César Díaz offers a film of remembrance and resilience, Our Mothers erupting like a shout in the darkness that surrounds this often overlooked massacre that cost mostly Indian lives, the film a heartbreaking portrait of a mother and her son.

Otherwise, the following films garnered praise at Cannes 2019 …

An American film, but director Quentin Tarantino and his all-star cast of Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie, Al Pacino, Lena Dunham, Kurt Russell, Dakota Fanning, James Marsden, Tim Roth, Timothy Olyphant and a host of other actors, stepped onto The Croisette at Cannes for the international début of his latest film, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, which more than lived up to its hype in advance of the film’s much-anticipated mid-summer (July 26th) release in theatres across the continent.

Strong buzz out of Cannes 2019 for Brad Pitt as a potential Best Actor Oscar winner in Quentin Tarantino’s enthusiastically received Once Upon a Time in Hollywood..

At screening’s end, Once Upon a Time received a rare 7-minute standing ovation, with both Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio scoring great reviews and buzz for the two as potential Best Actor Oscar nominees.

Another film emerging from Cannes with immense positive buzz for probable Best Actor Oscar nominee Taron Egerton, in the title role, is Dexter Fletcher’s Rocketman, the story of Elton John’s life, from his years as a prodigy at the Royal Academy of Music through his influential and enduring musical partnership with Bernie Taupin, a film that the critics raved about, writing that Rocketman “explodes with the kind of colour and energy that only Elton John himself could invoke.”

“Freddie Mercury may have had the better voice,” writes the New York Post’s Johnny Oleksinski. “but it’s Elton John who gets the better movie. Rocketman, director Dexter Fletcher’s trippy new biopic about the flamboyant rocker is braver, deeper and more enlightening than last year’s slobbering piece of Queen propaganda Bohemian Rhapsody (which he also partly directed), a flashy fantasia of a movie that will have you both cheering and in tears in the film’s phenomenally moving pivotal scene.”

We’ll know soon enough — Rocketman opens in theatres next Friday.

Since 1955, the Cannes Film Festival has awarded the coveted Palme d’Or to the greatest filmmakers of our age, from Frances Ford Coppola to Michael Haneke, Terrence Malick, Abdellatif Kechiche, Costas Gavras and Jane Campion. While Oscar season involves thousands of voters and aggressive, months-long campaigns, the Palme d’Or race among the 20, or so, films selected for Official Competition is often difficult to predict.
This year’s Cannes jury stands out for being particularly filmmaker-centric, with Cannes veteran Alejandro G. Iñarritu serving as president, joined by fellow directors Kelly Reichardt, Alice Rohrwatcher, Maimouna N’Diaye, Yorgos Lanthimos, and Pawel Pawlikowski — as well as Elle Fanning, the youngest Cannes juror in history. All have screened work at the festival, this year’s jury composed of particularly complex & disparate sensibilities.
Today’s update: the winners, and more, at the 2019 Cannes Film Festival, some of which will receive a Best International Film Feature Oscar nomination, most of which will screen at the 38th Vancouver International Film Festival, running from September 26th through October 11th, 2019.

Just announced: The Lighthouse has won the Fipresci Critics Awards at Cannes, about which the Deadline website writes …

“A story of two lighthouse keepers who drive each other to madness, won the Cannes Film Festival critics’ award for best first or second features in Directors’ Fortnight and Critics Week. The award was announced Saturday by the International Federation of Film Critics (Fipresci).

Robert Eggers The Lighthouse was shot in black and white and starred Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson.

Fipresci also honoured Elia Suleiman’s It Must Be Heaven as the best film in competition and Kantemir Balagov’s Beanpole as best film in the sidebar Un Certain Regard.

Terrence Malick’s Cannes competition entry, Hidden Life, won the Prize of the Ecumenical Jury.

The Lighthouse sees ‘two lead actors give stormy, career-best performances,” according to the statement from the Fipresci jury. It described the Eggers film as “a brutal work of art, all shot in beautiful black-and-white cinematography and fueled by a soundscape that echoes like a foghorn.”

The full list of winners at the 72nd annual Cannes Film Festival.