Cannes
If the truth, space and good taste allowed it, the heading of this column would be ‘My Cannes night of lust with Halle Berry’. Before her agent reaches the offices of Sue, Grabbit & Run, the Oscar-winner and I did not, alas, hit it off in bed, and it was mostly her fault. But before I go on, a few words about Cannes and the 59th Film Festival.
During the festival, the population of Cannes, normally around 68,000, doubles. The Cannois, not a bad lot, are quite proud of their festival, because in the ridiculous, celebrity-worshipping world we live in, Cannes is the centre of the world for 11 days every year. Hookers, hustlers, flesh-peddlers, social climbers, celebrity wannabes, agents, producers, PR body-snatchers — you name it, it’s here. Actually, the only thing missing is Sam Spiegel’s yacht in the old harbour of Cannes, festooned with beautiful girls and ugly socialites.
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