Sitting in the UK Film Centre, accompanied by the soothing clash of waves upon the Cote d’Azure shoreline and the somewhat less soothing cacophony from the Kodak Pavilion as they frantically try to get everything finished. I think I saw Sir Michael Grade earlier, looking for all the world like James May in his aspect. Who knows, maybe it was him.
Cannes is the place for free gifts. I’ve already collected a huge amount of merchandising and magazines so far, from BFI badges to half a dozen DVDs from an independent US production company I’ve been a fan of for years. I now have so much junk, in fact, that my new blue (and also free) Cannes satchel is straining under the weight. I shudder to think how heavy my luggage will be by the end of the festival!