the director and a policeman fight

Playing smart with an electric bike on the sidewalks is forbidden. Even for those who have the 06 of Leonardo DiCaprio and Catherine Deneuve in their repertoire. And especially in an eco-friendly machine that drives-all-alone-without-effort. “Go rather verbalize the delinquents in the estates”, he vociferated, tired, contemptuous and reckless, taking off his helmet.

The big boss of a film festival should know it: cameras are everywhere. Especially when we don’t expect it and mainly when the masses don’t suit us. This weekend, the director general of the Cannes Film Festival forgot that the least Beijing armed with a smartphone could shine on all the screens in the world, without going through the red carpet. In a video of a big minute, the world in question was able to discover a particularly grumpy and threatening Thierry Frémaux.

Truce of suspense. In the night from Friday to Saturday, the festival’s most eager tuxedo was pinched on the sidewalks of Cannes, astride an electric bicycle. He “drove a little too quickly”, confirmed the town hall later. Yes, one can easily imagine that the very important cyclist was slammed. The end of another normally dense day for Thierry Frémaux with, in disorder, Cate Blanchett, the rain, a Nazi micro-controversy and an bomb alert. To hell with the rules of the road and long live the cozy Carlton mattress.

It is also in front of this hotel, one of the 112 palaces on the Croisette, that the general manager received the straw that broke his camel’s back. A sworn drop since she had taken on the appearance of a municipal cop. According to witnesses, the policeman would have asked the electrical director to get off the sidewalk or the machine. At choice. But twice. By taking off his helmet in front of the doormen, Thierry Frémaux therefore logically found himself face to face with his one-night candy cracker.

Wow, it’s hot!

Skirmishes! Well, when oil from the big screen rubs against the biceps of the constabulary, it very quickly looks like a bad remake of Fight Club with Christian Clavier. And it happens that it exchanges half-bulging torsos, threats full of class contempt and revolver glances. All this, under the watchful eye of onlookers and the joyfully malevolent lens of a smartphone.

The energy is the same but, to be honest, it still lacked the good old classic “you don’t know who I am, asshole!”, In this sequence filmed by Eric Morillot, controversial youtubeur. The video also quickly cleared a royal path on the far right of Twitter, reaching nearly two million views in twenty-four hours. It’s a lot to discover the very distinguished boss of the festival lowering himself, in a fit of fatigue, to align the intimidations of a pasty bourgeois mouth.

So it didn’t go very far, since the movie ended a few minutes later, with a frank and hypocritical handshake between the two Carlton fighters. But the incident was long enough to be able to appreciate the flexibility of the agent, when juggling the most respectful formulations possible: “If I may say so, sir, you were in the wrong”. On the video, we also see a hotel employee who whispers three words to the policeman, obviously to warn him that he is not bickering with a vulgar Cannes freeloader. “So what?” replies the cop, glued against his tempered steel ethics.

The boss of the Cannes Film Festival is also a black belt in judo.

“A non-subject. A stroke of pressure as it happens ten times a day in Cannes during the Festival”, will say the town hall the next day. She’s not entirely wrong. When dozens of world stars find themselves in a tin can dressed by Chanel, sponsored by terrorist threats and animated by the pans of the pension reform, we are entitled to be a little tense. Even when you are a judo black belt and a cycling enthusiast, like Thierry Frémaux.

The accessory glamour?

Because Frémaux à vélo is a long story that the main interested party has loved to stage for several years. Hello, I am chic, dynamic and green!

Image: German Select / getty

So much so that, last week, to tell the story of the final preparations for this 76th edition, the festival’s Twitter account had shed all the light on the main actor of the Croisette, who became, with a stroke of the pedal, the weapon of the crime from the little friday night movie.

Moral of the story: to continue showing off on the Croisette, just don’t drive like a fool on the sidewalks, with dangerously fashionable gear.