Well I made it to Cannes in good time this year. The combination of a more up-to-date set of maps on the SatNav and a car that goes much further on a tank than the one I had before meant I drove down here in about nine and a bit hours of actual driving with a couple of hours in total of stops. Very smooth, very comfortable, and remarkably uneventful. If ever I have to get the plane down here rather than drive I’m really going to miss that trip through the French countryside. It makes a good start to the annual madness that is “The Cannes”*
Day 1 was – as always – largely taken up with the general admin of getting passes, finding out what’s moved, shopping for essentials, and putting out the first feelers. It was a good start, and one of the benefits of going back to the same accommodation for the third year in a row is that we knew where everything is without having to start from scratch.
Yesterday evening back at the apartment, as Ben and I were sitting down with a glass of wine and a coffee deciding on our plan for the week, a girl poked her head through the shrubbery at the end of the patio and asked if we knew where reception was. Turns out they had arrived when it was shut and hadn’t received any instructions as to what to do to get in. There were four of them… Kristi, Laura, Henry, and Vic from Scruffbag Productions… and so I made them a coffee and helped them out a bit whilst they worked out what to do. It’s one of those things that happen from time to time (like the impossible meeting last year) so it wasn’t really surprising, but it’s lovely to meet new people in such a random and unplanned way.
I ran into Kristi and Vic again today in the Marché and found out that they had a film in Short Film Corner, so I went to check it out. It’s a 10 min drama about two sisters that have spent their recent lives refusing to talk to each other but who are forced to try to mend the bridges when a tragedy throws them back together. It’s very well done, and even though it’s not my usual genre I enjoyed it a lot.
I’m about to go into the American Pavilion for a couple of hours for their annual welcome cocktail party (although last year the ‘cocktails’ were bottles of Coors Lite so who knows what we’re going to get). Hopefully we’ll make some good contacts there, as previous years have done us well.
*as called by Quentin Tarantino in the press conference for Inglorious Basterds