Inside Llewyn Davis is a new movie that follows the week in the life of a young folk singer as he moves through the Greenwich Village folk scene in 1961. This new film stars Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and John Goodman. It will feature Llewyn Davis as he struggles to make it as a musician through the unforgiving New York winter and other insurmountable obstacles that he encounters along the way. Check out the latest news for Inside Llewyn Davis below:
“The Coen Brother’s Inside Llewyn Davis
Someday I’m going to write a song and call it “Ballad of the Blue Badge.” I haven’t figured out a rhyme scheme yet, let alone a melody, so please allow this outline to suffice: At Cannes, the color of your badge determines the ease with which you’re able to gain entry to any of the 1,001 screenings taking place at any time. For members of the press, the most desirable badges are white (which allow you to sit at the right hand of God after you die, among other benefits) and rose (the badge I receive, which will get you into pretty much anything you might need to see and even some things you really don’t want to see).
And then there’s the blue badge. (There are actually colors lower on the badge hierarchy, but the alliterative quality isn’t as good.) The blue badge is the one assigned to journalists and critics who work for lesser-known websites or publications, or to writers affiliated with an organization that needs to send a number of people to the festival. The blue badge isn’t horrible. But it requires that you wait in a lower-priority line for all screenings, which means that you might get shut out. At the packed screening of the Coen Brothers’ Inside Llewyn Davis on Saturday night, a young colleague and his friend just squeaked in, grabbing the last two seats in the house. Many others were left out, on a miserable rainy night fit for neither man nor chien andalou.
Many of the blue-badge-holders are younger writers, and quite a few of them have paid their own way just to be here—and this is hardly a cheap place to be, even if you get a pile of friends together and shoehorn yourselves into a flat 40 minutes away from the action. Anyone out there who thinks Cannes is all parties, glamour, and elaborate meals paid for by studio moguls should come on a rainy day and have a look at the sad faces in the blue badge line.
Today at my favorite crêpe place—where you can get an omelette and a glass of wine for 10 euro, which is just about my speed—I sat next to two very nice young blue badge women from Russia. Both had their laptops open and were typing away, fueling their brains with cigarettes and large cups of coffee. When my omelette came, they looked at it longingly, and one said something to the other in Russian.”
Check out the rest of the article at The Village Voice.
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