Chapter 144

Chapter 144

In front of a backdrop printed with the Cannes Film Festival logo, Director Song Jaehyun and the lead actors of Kingdom of Crime posed for the press.

“Director and actors, please look to the left as well.”

The moment Song Jaehyun and the actors turned at the reporters’ request, dozens of flashes exploded at once, swallowing their vision in white.

Song Jaehyun instinctively covered his eyes from the powerful light.

Then suddenly, he pulled a pair of sunglasses from the inside pocket of his suit, put them on, and grinned.

“Okay, now I’m ready!”

The unexpected remark made all the reporters burst into laughter.

The photocall continued for quite a while.

Only then did a Cannes staff member address the reporters.

“Thank you. We’ll now move to the press conference room.”

The rest of us, who had been watching from behind, followed the staff toward the press room.

Beside the press-room door was a board displaying the day’s press conference schedule.

[11:00 - Press Conference: Kingdom of Crime]

“Let’s take the next question.”

The moderator’s voice echoed through the room in both French and English.

Dozens of reporters raised their hands, eager to ask questions of Director Song Jaehyun and the lead actors seated at the table onstage.

The moderator pointed to one reporter, and a staff member handed over a microphone.

“I’m with Variety. The film was extremely impressive.”

“Although it’s described as a crime noir, throughout the entire film I felt that it was really a story about a man reflecting on himself while leading an organization.”

“What inspired you to make a film like this?”

Since the reporter had asked in English, Song Jaehyun answered directly without needing an interpreter.

“The protagonist of Kingdom of Crime builds power, in other words, an organization, in order to protect the people he loves.”

“But eventually, he finds himself in the ironic and contradictory position where maintaining that power requires him to abandon the very people he wanted to protect.”

He continued calmly.

“And through the protagonist’s struggle inside that dilemma, I wanted to ask one question.”

“What is the true value of power in this era?”

The reporters hammered away at their laptop keyboards as though terrified of missing even a single word.

The rest of us quietly watched from the very back of the press seating area.

The moment Song Jaehyun finished answering, more questions poured in.

“I’m with Cahiers du Cinéma.”

“The final scene in the snow, was that real snow?”

“It looked far too natural to be CG, but at the same time, it was so visually perfect that it made me wonder whether it could possibly have been achieved without CG.”

The reporter continued.

“And I’d also like to ask Actor Han Seokgu something.”

“If that really was snow, you must have stayed lying there until it covered your entire body.”

“What were you thinking during that moment?”

Local coordinator Kim Jihoon quickly interpreted for Song Jaehyun and Han Seokgu.

“Ah, that final snow scene...”

Song Jaehyun gave a tired smile.

“There were a lot of twists and turns involved in filming it.”

The reporters laughed softly as he began telling the story.

After Song Jaehyun finished, Han Seokgu took the microphone.

“To be honest, I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

He laughed.

“It took around seven minutes for the snow to cover me, but before that I had already been walking through the snow for quite a while.”

“So mostly I just remember thinking how freezing cold my feet were.”

The room laughed again.

“And when I finally collapsed into the snow...”

Han Seokgu paused.

“I actually fell asleep for a moment.”

“Even after the director called cut, I didn’t get up, so one of the youngest members of our makeup team eventually had to come wake me.”

The press conference continued for another thirty minutes before finally ending.

Even while we left the press room, many reporters remained seated, still typing furiously on their laptops.


At a restaurant near our hotel, we wolfed down a late lunch after having skipped breakfast entirely.

Once we finished eating, everyone slumped in their chairs.

“Getting dragged around since early morning completely drained me.”

Cha Seungjoon sank deep into the backrest with half-closed eyes.

“This really must be Cannes.”

“It’s not like I’ve never been to a press screening before, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this exhausted afterward.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

Kim Eunkyung encouraged us.

“Still, once tonight’s gala screening ends successfully, we’ll finally be able to enjoy Cannes a little more comfortably.”

“Just hang in there.”

“When you put it that way, maybe having our screening early in the festival is actually better.”

Song Jaehyun shook his head as though merely imagining the alternative exhausted him.

“Teams whose films are scheduled near the end must be dying of anxiety until then.”

“Don’t you think?”

“Now that you mention it, that might be true.”

I looked toward Film Team Leader Ju Hanyoung, who had been constantly checking his phone.

“By the way, is there still nothing?”

“No.”

Ju Hanyoung fidgeted nervously with his phone.

“Nothing yet.”

Then...

“It’s up!”

Baek Seonghan, who had been refreshing articles on his laptop, suddenly spoke.

“An article!”

“Where?”

“Sight and Sound.”

Sight and Sound was a monthly film magazine published by the British Film Institute and was considered one of the world’s most authoritative film publications.

On Baek Seonghan’s laptop was an article accompanied by a screenshot from the press conference earlier that day.

“What does it say?”

I urged him.

Baek Seonghan began reading aloud.

“‘Kingdom of Crime’: Placing the Philosophy of Human Nature Inside Crime Noir.”

He looked up.

“Not a bad headline.”

“Seriously.”

Cha Seungjoon smiled.

“Cannes loves words like philosophy.”

Baek Seonghan continued reading.

“Director Song Jaehyun’s Kingdom of Crime is one of the most powerful works in this year’s Cannes Competition.”

“Set in the 1960s and looking deep into the inner workings of a Korean criminal organization, the film goes beyond simple genre cinema and explores both its historical period and the self-reflection of an individual.”

“Wow...”

Ju Hanyoung looked impressed.

“That’s a really good review.”

“Keep going.”

This time Han Taesung urged him.

Baek Seonghan continued.

“What is especially remarkable is the film’s overall level of completion.”

“The dense screenplay, tense direction, and strong performances by the cast do more than form a perfect triangle.”

He paused for a moment.

“The final ten minutes, in particular, contain what this reporter would call some of the finest mise-en-scène seen in cinema over the last decade.”

Everyone went still.

Baek Seonghan read the final line.

“With this work, Director Song Jaehyun proves that he is not a filmmaker who should be confined to Korea, or even Asia, but one who deserves attention on the world stage.”

When Baek Seonghan finished, silence fell among us.

Song Jaehyun stared blankly.

“...This isn’t a dream, right?”

Then Ju Hanyoung suddenly raised his phone.

“Huh? Variety just posted too.”

He quickly read the headline.

“Cannes 2013: Kingdom of Crime Lands a Powerful Blow.”

“Keep reading.”

“Director Song Jaehyun’s Kingdom of Crime is one of the most unexpected dark horses at this year’s Cannes Film Festival.”

“The film opens a new horizon for Korean crime noir and appears to present a new paradigm unlike anything seen in the genre before.”

“Ha...”

Cha Seungjoon stared in disbelief.

“This is insane.”

More articles followed.

​Cahiers du Cinéma and other famous, respected publications around the world began releasing reviews that bordered on outright praise.

“With reviews like this, we really hit it big, didn’t we?”

“At this rate, couldn’t we actually win the Palme d’Or?”

Everyone’s faces gradually flushed with excitement and expectation.

I smiled with them.

But at the same time, I felt a tightness in my chest.

No.

It’s still too early to relax.

The praise we were hearing right now might only represent a small portion of the hundreds of journalists who had attended.

The real test would come tonight.

In front of more than two thousand people filling the Grand Théâtre Lumière.

And more importantly...

Jean Dumont.

The living legend of the Cannes Film Festival.

A single remark from him could exert an invisible influence on Steven Berg, the president of this year’s jury.

Right.

Until then, I can’t let my guard down.


After resting briefly at the hotel, we finished preparing for the gala screening and returned to the Palais des Festivals.

The area in front of the Palais was already overflowing with people.

Dozens of reporters and cameras lined both sides of the red carpet.

For every film receiving a gala screening, Cannes arranged a separate red-carpet event.

It was the same staircase we had climbed during the opening ceremony.

Yet tonight, it somehow felt completely different.

We quickly and efficiently finished the red-carpet event and entered the lobby of the Grand Théâtre Lumière, where the gala screening was being prepared.

Director Song Jaehyun and the actors once again headed to the press room for a pre-screening press event.

Han Taesung, me, and several others remained in the Lumière lobby to greet guests.

As screening time approached, the lobby filled with more and more people.

More than half the seats inside the theater were already occupied.

Cha Seungjoon suddenly stared at a group entering the screening room.

“CEO Min, did you see those people who just went in?”

“You know that famous Japanese director?”

“He just went in with several critics.”

I gave him a distracted nod while continuing to stare toward the entrance.

Cha Seungjoon noticed.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Ah, there’s someone who said they’d come with Boyoung noona.”

“Oh.”

“The French director who came with Boyoung last time?”

“Yes.”

“Well... sort of.”

I couldn’t be bothered explaining everything, so I brushed it off.

Just then, a cluster of people carrying cameras flooded into the lobby.

It looked like the press conference had ended.

Woo Jungin, who had been in the press room with the reporters, entered the lobby.

“Noona, is the press conference over?”

“What about Director Song?”

“He’ll be here in a minute.”

Woo Jungin sighed.

“Two press conferences in one day is seriously exhausting.”

While we were talking...

“Kibaek!”

I immediately turned toward the voice.

It was Gil Boyoung.

“Noona, you’re here?”

“Yeah.”

She looked around at the packed lobby.

“There are so many people.”

“Do you think all 2,300 seats are going to fill up?”

“Looks like it.”

I nodded.

“It wasn’t completely sold out until yesterday, but after the articles came out this afternoon, it seems a lot of people booked tickets at the last minute.”

“I saw the reviews too.”

Gil Boyoung smiled.

“They were all praising it like crazy.”

“To be honest, the response was much better than even we expected.”

I glanced behind her.

“By the way, did you come alone?”

“What about the others?”

“Oh, they’ll be here soon.”

She looked toward one side of the lobby.

“Actually, there they are.”

I immediately followed her gaze.

Carrière was entering the lobby.

And walking beside him...

Was Director Jean Dumont.

The moment people and reporters recognized him, murmurs began spreading through the lobby.

He’s here.

Director Jean Dumont.

The man who, before my regression, had said that Kingdom of Crime failing to win the Palme d’Or at Cannes had been nothing short of a trick of God.

His praise eventually shook the film world.

But by then, it had already been too late.

This time was different.

Jean Dumont was going to watch Kingdom of Crime here.

At its gala screening in the Cannes Competition.

Without realizing it, I clenched my fist.

Right.

This time, things can change.

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