Cannes 2024 Official Lineup
Jury led by Greta Gerwig
In Competition
All We Imagine As Light, dir. Payal Kapadia
Anora, dir. Sean Baker
Bird, dir. Andrea Arnold
Caught By The Tides, dir. Jia Zhang-Ke
Diamant Brut, dir. Agathe Riedinger
Emilia Perez, dir. Jacques Audiard
Grand Tour, dir. Miguel Gomes
Kinds of Kindness, dir. Yorgos Lanthimos
L’Amour Ouf, dir. Gilles Lellouche
Limonov, The Ballad of Eddie, dir. Kirill Serebrennikov
Marcello Mio, dir. Christophe Honoré
Megalopolis, dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Motel Destino, dir. Karim Ainouz
Oh Canada, dir. Paul Schrader
Parthenope, dir. Paolo Sorrentino
The Apprentice, dir. Ali Abbasi
The Girl With The Needle, dir. Magnus von Horn
The Shrouds, dir. David Cronenberg
The Substance, dir. Coralie Fargeat
Un Certain Regard
Armand, dir. Halfdan Ullman Tondel
Black Dog, dir. Guan Hu
Le Proces du Chien, dir. Laetitia Dosch
Le Royaume, dir. Julien Colonna
L’Histoire de Souleymane, dir. Boris Lojkine
My Sunshine, dir. Hiroshi Okuyama
Norah, dir. Tawfik Alzaidi
On Becoming A Guinea Fowl, dir. Rungano Nyoni
Santosh, dir. Sandhya Suri
September Says, dir. Ariane Labed
The Damned, dir. Roberto Minervini
The Shameless, dir. Konstantin Bojanov
The Village Next To Paradise, dir. Mo Harawe
Viet And Nam, dir. Truong Minh Quy
Vingt Dieux!, dir. Louise Courvoisier
Out Of Competition
Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, dir. George Miller
Horizon, An American Saga, dir. Kevin Costner
Rumors, dir. Evan Johnson, Galen Johnson & Guy Maddin
She’s Got No Name, dir. Chan Peter Ho-Sun
Midnight Screenings
Les Femmes au Balcon, dir. Noémie Merlant
I, The Executioner, dir. Seung Wan Ryoo
The Surfer, dir. Lorcan Finnegan
Twilight Of The Warrior Walled In, dir. Soi Cheang
Cannes Premiere
C’est Pas Moi, dir. Leos Carax
En Fanfare, dir. Emmanuel Courcol
Everybody Loves Touda, dir. Nabil Ayouch
Misericorde, dir. Alain Guiraudie
Rendez-vous Avec Pol Pot, dir. Rithy Panh
Le Roman de Jim, dir. Arnaud Larrieu & Jean-Marie Larrieu
Special Screenings
Apprendre, dir. Claire Simon
Ernest Cole, Lost And Found, dir. Raoul Peck
La Belle Du Gaza, dir. Yolande Zauberman
Le Fil, dir. Daniel Auteuil
L’Invasion, dir. Sergei Loznitsa
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damaged heart.
pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader
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summary: you saw your girlfriend kissing her husband at the red carpet, and you knew that everything was over.
request: Hey, if your requests are open, could I please request an angsty Scarlett Johansson x reader fic? Scarlett and her husband in Cannes have inspired this, especially with the video of her kissing him on the red carpet. Could you maybe write a fic where R is Scarlett’s ex and Scarlett always hid her and never showed her off so when R sees Scarlett and her new husband at Cannes being all affectionate with their PDA, R is pissed as hell! Scarlett and R meet and get into it, lots of fighting! Thank you :)
warnings: heavy angst, toxic!scarlett, manipulation, fighting, makeup sex (super brief), and just pure angst.
word count: 1.9k
author’s note: did my best to write this one! i added a little twist :) hopefully you enjoy this, anon!
You were distressed.
A video of your alleged girlfriend, Scarlett, has gone viral on the internet. She kissed her husband, John Doe, and held his hand as they walked across the carpet. At first, you assumed it was some sort of publicity stunt, nothing out of the ordinary. But you knew it was something else when you looked into Scarlett's eyes.
That was how she looked at you the first time she met you.
You jumped out of your chair and walked around the kitchen, looking for the nearest bottle of red wine. Unfortunately, you ran out of wines in your home with Scarlett because she kept drinking them. You weren't an alcoholic, and you only drank once a week, but you needed one right now. To destress.
She’ll be home in any minute, you thought. And once she’s home, you tell her that you are done with her.
After a few hours, you've packed your belongings and prepared to leave the humble abode. You looked at your bedroom with her, exhaling softly. You and she shared good times and memories that you will never forget. They were all at peace, full of love, and sincere. When you looked over to the other side of the wall, you noticed two framed photos of you and Scarlett. The memories were pleasant, but you can no longer remain anonymous.
You needed to be more than a secret; you needed to be loved in public, and not just for the people who needed it; you needed to be able to hold their hands and kiss them in public.
Which you never got from her.
Scarlett agreed to marry John because it would be good for her reputation and you didn't want to jeopardize her career. But as soon as she did, you began to feel increasingly insecure, as if you no longer mattered to her. You desired and required her, but you could never have her.
“Y/n? I’m home.”
You walked out of the bedroom and watched her drop her bag, making her way towards you as she gave you a haste kiss on the lips, holding the back of your neck. You kissed her for a while, mending your lips together as if this was going to be the last time you’ll be with her – which is something that you never thought would happen. When she pulled away, her thumb rubbed your cheek, smiling softly at you.
“I’m home,” she said. “Did you miss me?”
You nodded, smiling back but it was brief. “We need to talk, Scarlett.”
Her smile dropped as you said those words, but none of the less, she nodded in agreement.
"Of course," she said as she drew you on the couch, forcing you to sit beside her with her calloused palms on both of your hands. "What's the matter, darling? Are you okay–”
“I saw those videos online of you and your husband kissing.”
“Oh.”
Her voice deflected, and her eyes started to get darker each second she stared at you. You know she felt guilty the minute you said that, but you couldn’t hold them back – you needed your voice, you needed to be heard, and it’s not going to happen if you won’t speak up. You felt proud of yourself for a minute, feeling a little vain if that even matters, but you looked away from her eyes as you stared to the ground.
“I don’t–” you hesitated for a moment before you continued your statement. “I don’t think this is going to work out anymore, Scarlett.”
She nodded vaguely, but didn’t understand what you meant by that.
“D-Do you want us to have a break for a day? We don’t have to talk about it–”
“That’s the thing with you,” you let out a sarcastic laugh, wiping your tears away from your eyes with the palm of your hand. You sniffled, “You say we should break up but I end up going back to you, and whenever I would do that you’d hurt me.”
"It's not like I have a choice in this, Y/n," she scoffed, shaking her head. "Do you expect me to do anything about it? You knew what you were getting into, and you deliberately agreed to be with me like this. Darling, I have a job. I'm doing this so that we can live a normal life."
"We could have a normal life away from the spotlight," you say, chewing your inner left cheek. "Y-You said you'd take a year off and devote your time to me."
“You’re just jealous.”
You wanted to leave the moment she said those words.
It was your turn to scoff. “Yes, of course, I’m jealous.”
“And you shouldn’t be,” she said with a deeper voice, her tone straining. “You shouldn’t be because I love you.”
“How do I know that you love me?”
“I gave you that promise ring, didn’t I?” Scarlett said. “Wasn’t that enough? I kept you here in my home, giving all my love for you, isn’t that enough?”
“Of course, it is!” you exclaimed, standing up from the couch as you crossed your arms tightly around your stomach. “But sometimes I would want you to hold my hand in public, kiss me in public, or maybe just show a little affection to me in public! I tried my best to understand you, to be with you in any situation, but this is getting harder for me every day, Scarlett.”
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
You sighed loudly and shook your head. You wanted all of her, and you wanted her to want all of you - that's all you've ever wanted, for her to want you that way.
“I just want you to love me the way you love your husband.”
She laughed and stood up, pinching her nose bridge as she yelled: “You fucking think I love my husband?!”
"Yes!" you yelled, throwing your hands in the air as she stared at you blankly. “I think you’re in love with him!”
"You're fucking insane," Scarlett mumbled, shaking her head and exhaling through her nose. “I do not fucking love him, I love you!”
“How do I know that?”
“By giving you everything you want!”
“I don’t want luxurious stuff,” you scrunched your eyebrows together, knowing that this is what she meant – she thinks you want the jewelries, the rich lifestyle, and the rich actress. “I don’t want you giving me everything that I don’t need, I just want you! I want my girlfriend!”
“Y/n, I am yours!” her nose starts to flare as her face started to turn red from anger, you weren’t sure why she was upset with you. She always does this, making herself look like a victim. “And you’re mine, all mine. I want you more than you want me, I love you more than you love me. So please, can we not fight tonight? I just want to be home with you.”
"I'm not going to stay here any longer," you cut her off. She stares at you with wide eyes and obvious tears in her eyes, but you couldn't take your gaze away from those orbs. You wiped your nose while wrapping your cardigan around your waist. "I'll be returning to my sister and will be far away from you."
“You cannot be serious.”
“I am,” you whispered, turning around as you watched the empty road. “I don’t want to be with you anymore, Scarlett.”
The older woman sighed, knowing she could lose you at any moment - and she couldn't handle it.
“You're being such a child right now."
“I don't know about that one."
“Y/n,” she growled, her tone getting deeper than ever. “Stay with me.”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“You don’t fucking mean that!” Scarlett grabs your waist as she turns you around, slamming you against the wall as you let out a choking sob. “Do not fucking cry in front of me, don’t ever do that! You’re mine, you understand me? You’re fucking mine and you will never leave me.”
“Scarlett–” you let out a trembling breath, trying to push her body away from you, but she was too strong. “Let me go, please. I just want to leave.”
Scarlett shook her head, pressing her lips against yours forcefully as she tries to insert her tongue into your mouth, holding your neck with her strong hands. You and her made out for a bit, letting your tongues grazed at one another before you could feel her spit into your mouth. She kisses you sloppily, feeling your saliva all over your chin.
She pulled away breathlessly. “Stay,” she whispers, letting out a sob. “Just stay, okay? Please stay. I love you, I’ll do everything for you. I’m just trying to protect you–”
"You're protecting yourself," you muttered, your gaze fixed on hers. Your words made her cry, but you didn't seem to mind. You just wanted to go home. “In the next 20 years, I'll always be your mistress, and I'm more than that. You never respected me. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't get into a relationship and be as controlling as you are. As if you aren't a hypocrite, Johansson. Maybe I'm the villain here, but you're the beginning of everything.”
“You’re just saying that,” she stutters, her tears falling more freely on her face. “You know that I love you and how deeply I am in love with you; why are you saying this?”
“Because you didn’t love me,” you said. "You were just enamored with the idea of having someone as your mistress, fucking them in your bed until they pass out into your arms, and then leaving them the next day like they didn't exist. That’s how you treat me, Scarlett. You treat me like some kind of fucking animal that needs to be fed, and you feed me with poison. You make me sick, you make me feel unloved by you, and every day I have to put up with that.”
“Y/n–”
“You continue to manipulate me, to dupe me into having sex with you, and then you abandon me as if I don't exist." I've been in love with you for the past two years. I didn't meet the real you until you married someone. The real Scarlett Johansson, and she is possessive as hell.”
"I love you," she exclaimed as she cupped your face tightly in her hands. “I love you! Stop this, stop hurting me…”
“Let me go before I let everyone know that you have a mistress in your house.”
"You're not a mistress to me," she said, greedily kissing your lips. "You're more than that, you're my girlfriend, the love of my life. Everything I do is for you, I’m trying to protect you and to protect us! All I ever did was to protect you, and it seems like you’re ignorant of it," she mumbled into your wet mouth.
“You neglected me for a long time, especially with my feelings. Whenever I’d bring up how I feel when we are in public, you’d start to walk away from the conversation. I’m tired of this cycle, I can’t do this anymore! Please, just let me go. Please?”
Scarlett made love to you that night. She spends the entire time kissing your body, worshipping you as she fucks you into her mattress, begging for you not to leave her. You were almost convinced by her words, but at the end of the day you needed to go and be free.
And to be loved properly.
So that’s what you did the next morning, you left her alone in her bed.
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hey ,sry if im bothering u but could u give tips on how to draw ur silly faust the lovable bird? i really love how hes silly little bird.
Okay, here's a step by step tutorial for how I draw Faust and crows in general.
It all starts with a circle. I know, sounds like those "step one: draw circle step 2: draw an owl" thing. But The Circle TM is crucial, I always start with it.
2. The circle serves as an orientation point for the whole head. from there I go with the beak.
As for the beak's shape, you need to remember that crows have bold and strong beaks, not as big as an eagle, but bigger than rook's. It's great to use refs for it (which I'll share some recommendations by the end).
3. The circle serves it's purpose, thanks to it I know where Faust's head and neck should be
4. Googly eye.
Probably the most important part that makes Faust look like Faust is her goofy eye.
5. Whiskers, ear feathers and antenna
6. We're done with Faust's head, now let's proceed to her body:
That's the step that I don't quite know how to explain. I imagine the body to be like a bean bag chair or sack of potatoes (it doesn't make sense I know.) Most important thing is, to make sure the chest is visible and that legs start from the inside of the lines (i told you idk how to explain this). Wings are tricky, I don't fully know how to draw them, best to look up references.
7. leggies
To me it's similar to how I would draw a human hand or feet. Start with a base so you know where the fingers will go.
8. leggies part two electric boogaloo
It's important to give the toes this "bean" shape. Crows' feet have pads for extra grip. Here's a page from Kirsty "Crow Artist" Yeomans amazing booklet about how to draw ravens, I think it explains better corvid feet anatomy than I will ever be able to do.
And that's pretty much it.
As I previously said references are super important especially when you want to draw different poses. Here are some twitter accounts that I just love and are constant source of inspiration:
FlintBlackBird
S_Mokarran <- lots of hooded crows which I find amazing as refs because you can clearly see how their wings are built
CrowMonthly
Jason Cann
And I need to recommend the How To Draw Ravens booklet I previously mentioned. It's an amazing thing, it explains corvids' anatomy better than I would ever do. I use this book a lot. You can purchase it on Etsy (and other stuff from CrowArtist, they have the most gorgeous pins in the world).
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