Cannes Film Fest: Taxi Driver, Controversial Winners

Now it seems like an example of a jury doing their job perfectly right—awarding Martin Scorsese’s powder keg the Palme d’Or. But the boos at screenings were vociferous, and even jury chair Tennessee Williams held the movie at a distasteful arm’s length, telling reporters, “Films should not take a voluptuous pleasure in spilling blood.”

As it turns out, Scorsese wasn’t even in town to accept his prize.

Robert Bresson is among cinema’s most respected directors, but that didn’t stop Cannes audiences from booing the premiere of what became his final film, an accusatory but incredible ensemble drama about the fallout from a few counterfeit bills.

Orson Welles’s jury recognized L’Argent as the real deal, and allowed Bresson to split the Best Director prize with Andrei Tarkovsky.

Steven Soderbergh’s breakthrough had a glorious debut at Sundance Fest, winning the Audience Award, then went on to Cannes, where it took the Palme d’Or and the FIPRESCI Prize.

No one complained—except for Spike Lee, who clearly felt his film, Do the Right Thing was worthier. He wanted to take out his aggression on jury president Wim Wenders, who notoriously called the character of Mookie “unheroic.”

Only a month after the pilot episode for his breakthrough show Twin Peaks aired, director David Lynch captured the Palme d’Or for this lurid crime fantasia.

Not all were pleased with the riding-high filmmaker: The ceremony’s announcement was drowned out by boos, the loudest (they say) from critic Roger Ebert.

Lynch would have his revenge on the critic in 1997, using Ebert’s thumbs-down review for Lost Highway in the advertising itself, as an unwitting endorsement of quality.

The first midnight screening was a sensation, but by the time Quentin Tarantino had claimed the fest’s highest prize, a critical backlash was already in force. The director accepted his award to jeers, possibly launched by those who felt that Krzysztof Kieślowski’s Three Colors: Red—the culmination of his trilogy—should have prevailed.

David Cronenberg’s aggressively unpleasant drama about car fetishists found itself swept to the podium in an unlikely way: Though nominated for Cannes biggest award, the Palme d’Or, it instead won a Special Jury Prize. The waves of shock on the Croisette were palpable, especially from traumatized viewers who shrieked at the film’s pervy sex scenes (and not in a good way).

Despite the fact that Michael Moore’s inflammatory anti-Bush screed earned a 20-minute standing ovation at its Cannes premiere (one of the longest in the festival’s history), Quentin Tarantino and his jury’s decision to award the doc the Palme d’Or was seen by some as a provocative political statement. “What have you done?” Moore asked from the podium when receiving his prize. At the height of an election year, it was as if the film world had just cast its vote in public.

Abdellatif Kechiche’s steamy lesbian drama gave Cannes audiences the vapors, but its path to the Palme was complicated by reports that the director had heinously mistreated his crew.

the movie “registers as more about Kechiche’s desires than anything else.”

The day after its festival win, the author of the graphic novel on which the film is based denounced the adaptation as “porn.”