Translation of Rob's Interview
Robert Pattinson, actor in The Rover by David Michôd.
'You wouldn't know if Leos Carax is around, by any chance?', Robert Pattinson asks ingenuously (he's wearing a white shirt over a khaki tee shirt that's moth-eaten) when we mention Juliette Binoche and The Lovers on the Bridge, one of his favorite movies. We explain to him that Monsieur Merde's dad isn't a big fan of Cannes' society life, but it's possible to bump into him every morning at the coffee and croissant time in a bar in Paris' 20th district.
'Wow, seriously?', Rob seems ready as soon as we would let him to jump in a train towards Lyon's train station. A movie by Carax with Pattinson? Why not. Nothing seems forbidden for the British actor - who became famous withTwilight, and got the lifeblood suck out of him by the paparazzis during his relationship (and breakup) with Kristen Stewart - who's today courted by the most prestigious authors on the planet.
Just look at his schedule: Lawrence of Arabia for Werner Herzog (already filmed), and explorer for James Gray (next year), a gangster from Chicago in the 70s for Olivier Assayas and an undefined role in the next Harmony Korine... And of course, two movies this year at Cannes: in competition with David Cronenberg (but this time he's the one driving the limo) and a midnight screening in the great The Rover by the Australian David Michôd. 'Honestly, this is exactly what I was hoping for. I've been working like a madman for five years and that I've tried to form relationships with directors I admire.' The fulfilment of this battle plan seems flawless, indeed.
'Robert is an actor extremely malleable, very intelligent, pleasant and easy to direct', David Cronenberg confided to us. David Michôd, for his part, was impressed by his sense of initiative: 'He came to the rehearsals with a very specific idea of whom his character should be, it was impressive.' Not to mention his sense of fellowship and his singing at night in the middle of the desert, around a bonfire - he becomes weirdly shy when we ask him what kind of music he likes to play.
At the end of the interview, he finishes his bottle of water of 1L (the previous night was obviously well celebrated) and leaves towards new heavens.
(Café des Arts, 80 street Belleville, Paris 10th arrondissement, but quiet, we didn't tell you anything.)