Can someone please stop the rain? After two days of constant moisture, the misery quotient at the world’s leading international film festival in Cannes – waterlogged feet, trampled gowns, canceled screenings, interrupted parties, fickle umbrellas and overcrowded lobbies – has hit a peak.
“I hope this isn’t the new normal,” commiserated one film executive, picking her way through the puddles on the rue d’Antibes after noting that this is the second year in a row of constant downpours.
The sun finally broke through on Sunday, leaving grumpy paparazzi and pushy police in its wake, part of the ritual Cannes experience. Still, when people travel this far to stay in $500/night hotel rooms for weather this bad, the movies had better be worth it.
Thus far? A mixed bag.