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Campbell, who had previously played golf and beach volleyball, eventually raced on the U.S. national team at two world championships. After leaving a career in corporate security, he decided to devote himself full time to organizing dragon-boat festivals. He is now one of a handful of dragon-boat diehards--race organizers, boat suppliers and equipment designers--who are trying to turn the ancient Chinese pastime into the next big thing in American team sports...
...night after the out-of-competition Cannes screening, Shortbus threw itself a party on the Martinez Hotel beach. The press was told there would be performances. I can't imagine what we expected to find. A gamier version of Meet the Fokkers, I guess. But, no. various members of the cast convened for a concert. The vibe was like an American Idol audition on Avenue A. A little raunchy, but essentially convivial. As Mary C. noted, "It's a dorm party, not a porn party." It took place in a bandshell at the end of the pier that stretches into...
...feature, a giant BOOM punctured the clear night air. Everyone understood its import. No, not a terrorist device; not even the soundburst of boos that greeted Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette in its world premiere here Wednesday. The noise heralded a 10-minute display of fireworks over the beach, its multicolor spume spraying the Palais' top balcony...
...fireworks? In Cannes, the response to any question about the town's fondness for excess is: Why not? (Actually, the pyrotechnics were for the Marie Antoinette beach party.) The films in competition for the Palme d'Or tend to be a solemn lot, so any spiking of the punch bowl is welcome. The occasional midnight screenings of non-competing films is also a chance for the locals to snag a few free tickets, put on their best duds and see a movie. On the red-carpeted steps usually reserved for directors and stars, hundreds of Cannes residents snapped photos...
...begins with the closeup of an old lady's craggy face. Pull back a little, and see she is wearing a nun's wimple; back a bit more, and discover that she is buried up to her neck on the beach. Cut to the image of a pretty, sad-eyed young woman who's nearly run over by a bus. Then to shots of a girls' volleyball game, their grace and strength italicized by being filmed in slow motion. All this to Antony and the Johnsons' "My Lady Story," a dreamy-sounding, gentle massage of a ballad with scalpel-sharp...