Please please please don't let Che win the Palme today.
Nothing against Soderbergh--the cinetrix will take his book about sex, lies, and videotape over countless Pierson and Biskind tomes. But she's still scarred--physically--from the experience of lugging four-reeler metal cans full of Theo Angelopoulos' slow-moving, aptly named prize winner Eternity and a Day [which she doubts we would have programmed otherwise] up and down a flight of stairs. And that's only 132 minutes long.
So, please, Sean, for the theater managers and the projectionists of the art-house world, not Che. Not at its current length.
UPDATED: Merci.
