Premiere of "Drunken Country Ballads".

Ryan Gosling was in attendance. Leonardo DiCaprio was present. Matt Damon was in attendance. James Franco was in attendance.

Marion Cotillard attended. Marine-Vacth was in attendance. Bejenice Beccio was present.

Emma Watson was in attendance. Kristen Stewart was in attendance. Chris Evans was in attendance.

Thierry Fumao was in attendance. François-Ou Rong was in attendance. Asghar Farhati was in attendance. Jim Jarmusch was in attendance.

Of course, the judging panel headed by Steven Spielberg and Nicole Kidman was naturally in attendance.

Everyone knows that the Coen brothers have a strong relationship with the Festival de Cannes. In 1991, they brought "Barton Fink" to Cannes for the first time, and successfully won the Palme d'Or and the Best Director award, and since then, they have won two Best Director awards for "Ice Storm" and "The Absent Man". This is their eighth time in the main competition at Cannes.

Therefore, everyone foresaw in advance that the premiere was bound to be very lively, and important people from all sides would attend on time, but when the red carpet really kicked off, the excitement and madness of the scene were far beyond expectations, from the audience to reporters to guests, and it ushered in the highest peak since the opening of the film festival.

Emily-Chen felt like she was going crazy.

As a blogger on a private film blog, with more than 50,000 followers on Twitter and Instagram, and after starting to write reviews for professional film websites, she gradually made a name for herself in the field of film criticism, showing a unique viewing angle as a Chinese-American living in New York, which really won a lot of recognition.

This is the third time she has been invited to attend the Cannes Film Festival.

In a literal sense, "invited" sounds very lofty, but in fact, there are 3,000 bloggers, streamers, online film critics, etc. who have received invitations like her, or even more, which is far from being as grand and special as imagined. Of course, as one in three thousand, this is already a supreme honor, and she will not deny it.

On the previous two occasions, Emily crossed the river completely by feeling the stones, like a headless fly, relying only on chicken blood for support, but after a whole day, after five or six movies were bombarded in turn, she would soon fall into a state of distress and fatigue, often unable to continue, and this situation would last for a full twelve days.

This year, with experience and lessons, she finally figured out her own strategy and method.

The main audience of the Festival de Cannes is the journalists, with more than 4,000 members of the media making up the audience. But that doesn't mean easy.

Even the Lumière Hall, which is in competition for the main film, can only accommodate 2,000 spectators, some for the general audience, some for special guests, and the final allocation of seats to members of the media may be only 1,000 or less. This also means that even members of the media have to queue up.

Once the premiere at Lumière Hall is missed, journalists will have to wait for re-screenings in other smaller screening halls. At this point, a screening room may only accommodate 200 or 300 people, and the queue is even more difficult, and sometimes it is even more difficult to re-screen in a screening room with a capacity of less than 100 people.

Therefore, queuing is crucial.

But imagine if a reporter from Variety or Cinema didn't make it to the queue to miss the premiere of a potential Palme d'Or winner, or if an unknown blogger was the first person in the line, it would be a bit awkward for Cannes.

Correspondingly, Cannes has introduced a press card system. Every journalist arriving in Cannes will receive a corresponding badge, displayed in different colors, white, pink plus a yellow dot, pink, blue and yellow, a total of five levels, from high to low, with priority admission for each journalist.

White is the only document with different queues, and you can enter and exit at any time at any time, and complete the work of collecting materials as soon as possible. Every year, the Cannes Film Festival's white credentials are limited, and only a handful of media outlets can get them, which can be called the sword of Shangfang.

As for the other colors of documents, all of them need to queue, but the order of priority is different, and the time and difficulty of queuing will naturally vary.

Relatively speaking, blue and yellow have to queue up for almost every show, they may arrive an hour or even two hours in advance to queue up, and they may not even be able to enter the venue in the end, while pink documents generally only need to queue up half an hour in advance, and they can enter absolutely part of the time.

At a top film festival like Cannes, where screenings are scheduled from morning to night, journalists who have to queue up can watch up to two films a day, while those who don't have to queue can watch five or six films and find time for roundtable interviews, personal interviews, and even private parties.

Of course, there is a difference between the veteran journalists of the "Film Handbook" and the self-media who have just entered the industry, and the system of the Cannes Film Festival is understandable.

Every journalist will not be able to know the colour of their ID until they arrive in Cannes, and will only find out the answer after they have registered with the press office.

Last year and the year before, Emily's ID was yellow, and this year, her ID was upgraded to pink.

It was a step forward and one that made her third trip to Cannes full and enriching.

She can consciously choose the works she is interested in, arrange her viewing time around the works in the main competition unit, and find effective free time to make up for sleep in the busy process - otherwise, she may only be able to sleep for two hours a day, and no matter how good the work is, she may fall asleep while sitting in the cinema.

Over the past six days, Emily has really started to enjoy the Festival de Cannes. On the craziest day, I watched seven movies, and on the laziest day, I watched three movies, and after watching the movies, I had to write a manuscript, a brief draft sent on Twitter, and a finished manuscript scheduled by the magazine.

Since arriving in Cannes, I haven't even had time to eat. You're either watching a movie, on your way to the screening room, or you've just finished watching a movie and are huddled cross-legged in a corner writing a manuscript. Not to mention eating, even the time to complain is extremely precious.

Pain and joy.

Today is the premiere of "Drunken Country Ballads". Without a doubt, this is one of the most popular works. It's not that the chances of winning the award are particularly high, nor that the publicity is particularly strong, but that the starring cast lineup has attracted much attention, and the combination of Lan Li Hall and Justin Timberlake is enough to make all the audience boil, plus the Coen brothers, the popularity directly breaks through the sky.

What's more, Lan Li, who just won the Olivier Award for Best Actor in a Musical, is definitely at the center of the conversation throughout Europe.

The quality and word-of-mouth of the film aside, from a stand-by point of view alone, this is the hottest work of this year's Cannes Film Festival. Not one of them.

Therefore, Emily arrived at the Palais des Movies early. Despite her pink credentials, she could anticipate the frenzy on the scene, which should be the first thing every journalist wants to see and report on, and the topic effect on Twitter and Facebook is absolutely unimaginable.

When Emily arrived at the red carpet, she was completely stunned.

She was 70 minutes early, but the queue for the pink press card was already full, with at least 300 reporters winding and long like centipedes, and the line for the blue and yellow press cards was full, and the huge line had already circled the Palais for most of the time.

In the line of sight, there is a sea of people.

And that's just the queue for journalists. Around the red carpet not far away, the bustling crowd formed a black oppressive piece, at least more than a thousand people, or even more, and the boundless sea of people could not make effective and accurate judgments at all, but felt a heat wave rushing towards the face, and the surface of the skin was almost burned.

The madness of the premiere was expected, but not to the extent of madness. Emily suddenly realizes that she seems too young and naïve.

When "The Great Gatsby" debuted as the opening film, Emily thought it would be the peak of the entire Cannes Film Festival, because Leonardo DiCaprio was officially present, and because of the countless big-name stars who came to the show, the red carpet was their moment for the masses who could not walk into the cinema to see the work up close.

But now it seems that "The Great Gatsby" is just an appetizer. The real feast should be here, here and now, to be exact.

So what now?

This was the only thought on Emily's mind, she was the first to keep up with the queue, after all, she was not a photojournalist, there was not much point in staying on the red carpet, watching movies was her job, but looking at the long queue in front of her, she began to be unsure, and strongly doubted that she would be able to make it to the venue today.

Even more exaggeratedly, this is just the beginning.

When the red carpet officially began, the press team could no longer see its tail, and disappeared at the bend on the east side of the Palais du Cinéma, continuing endlessly, not to mention the blue or yellow teams, even the pink teams were seriously exceeded, and Emily strongly doubted that all the people with pink press cards had already been dispatched.

Turning her head to look behind, the "late" reporters were all in shock, and then Emily saw an uncle with a white press card arrive at the scene, his footsteps stopped next to the red carpet, looked at the long line, and exclaimed in French, "God, is this Toronto?"