It feels as if everything has taken on a weird otherworldly dimension in Cannes, as if time stood still until the opening night film Grace of Monaco will kick off the 67th edition of the festival, later tonight.
Cinema in the Gulf, the Emirates, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and all the surrounding countries that make up this region, is here to stay. But more importantly, it's here to develop, mature, expand and one day, overtake all other world industries.
Sure, I'm tough on movies, but sometimes I'm just another gushing, adoring fan. Such is the case with actress Catherine Deneuve, the stunning French actress who turns 70 today. Why do I love her so? Let me count the ways.
Woody Allen's To Rome With Love is a valentine to that city, rendered through a series of semi-connected stories set in the Italian hub. It's light and frothy, mixing silliness, romance, magic realism and absurdity.
What this whole crowd had in common was relentlessness and an unwillingness to give up despite tragedy. During my St. Tropez days Thomas Langmann was an infant, but he was raised with this mad hatter kind of joie de vivre which carried him.
Reading subtitles is a lot like riding a bicycle. Practice not only makes perfect, soon enough it's second nature so you don't even notice you're doing it. This particularly holds true when you're watching something great.