My eyelids are heavy, my derriere is sore and if I drink any more complementary Nespresso my aorta is going to burst right out of my chest.
I’ve made it to the end of the Cannes Film Festival, and the last thing I can do before I collapse is lay out my 10 top takeaways.
Boos and Cheers
The rumors are true. The French (and those pretending to be French) really do boo if they don’t like a movie at the Cannes Film Festival. They don’t care if the director and stars are right there in the theater. Heck, maybe that eggs them on. But it must be said that with the boos (and hisses, whistles and ironic claps) there are always applause mixed in. I’ve never experienced a full-on bombardment of anger. Read more…