Day 7
How the day was supposed to go: 5.30am wake-up for Almodovar this morning, followed by meeting with Matt Dentler at noon and then an easy afternoon writing up reviews possibly in the sunshine.
How the day actually went: 8.20am wake-up and thus not a hope in Hell of making Almodovar (day after screening tomorrow shall be my rescue), followed by a coach journey into town, only to discover I didnt have my phone, so a “quick” trip back. 11.00am, not so bad, I could get the 11.15 coach back down to meet Matt, and have a little time to spare. If only things worked so well- I was brought up to believe that putting your arm out for the bus would stop it. Not so in France, where the stoppages are purely coincidental to the needs of the passengers. I then made the foolish decision to get a taxi in, accepting the increase in cost as better than waiting for the next bus. I say foolish because my taxi driver got lost- once on the way to get me, and twice on the way to Cannes. Excellent. Luckily for me Matt offered to move the meeting to this afternoon/tomorrow (it’s going ahead tomorrow when my head will be giddy, full of Inglourious Basterds and Drag Me to Hell), but I cant help but feel this was a wasted day.
Anyway, such are the assorted joys of travelling in and around Cannes. I’m off to see what screenings I can get in to, followed by a swift move to bed to rise for Tarantino’s newest in the morning.
