Yesterday morning Pierre dropped me off at the local train station, and I headed in to Cannes, where the film festival was scheduled to open in the evening.
Cannes is another beautiful south of France coastal town, and the place was packed with all sorts of people wearing festival passes and badges. I felt like one of the only people that did not have some form of ID around my neck. However, when I arrived at the front of the Palais de Festival I wasn’t the only tourist taking snaps of the final piece of the red carpet being rolled into place.
The atmosphere is great, and I wandered happily along the seafront which is packed with movie industry tents. Around the other side of the building, where huge yachts fill the harbour, most emblazoned with adverts for different movies or studios, I found a huge gaggle of press on stepladders shouting over the fence at people arriving in limos. Unfortunately I did not recognise any of the new arrivals.
I have been emailing all of the movie industry contacts I have, which really isn’t that many, most of whom I know from when the ALife4Sale publicity was at it’s peak. My actual Cannes Film Festival goal is to get into an event here, or see a screening of a new movie. But the problem is that in order to do this, you need official accreditation, and to get accreditation, you need to be part of the movie industry.
I am hoping to find someone who has a spare ticket for an event, and hopefully get in to something under their wing. There are a few potentially good contacts to call this morning. Fingers crossed! I never thought it would be so difficult to get to see a movie!
After returning from Cannes, Pierre had some tickets for the big game of soccer, between local rivals Nice and Marseilles, and along with Thibault, we haded along to the match.
The atmosphere was electric, and the local fans were in fine voice, singing their hearts out behind the goal. However, there was disappointment all round as local team Nice failed to find any sort of form, and were beaten 2 – 0 by the much stronger Marseilles team.
By the end of the match my eyes were drooping, and I was off to bed pretty soon after we got home. I have managed to sleep in a little longer this morning, but am still up and about, wide awake, long before anyone else!
