Hollywood is gearing up for war. No, not Iran, Iraq or Afghanistan.
This one’s called the Cannes Film Festival.
While two weeks on the French Riviera watching foreign films might seem like a luxurious treat to outsiders, those in the industry who actually have to work at the event see Cannes is a war; the battlefield is the Croisette.
“There are parties all night long — and you have to go!” wails one 10-year Cannes veteran. “You get no sleep — you have to survive on coffee, cigarettes and chocolate.”
“You destroy your feet from all the running up and down the Croisette,” complains another.
Band-Aids are required packing (“If you buy them there, you’ll pay $50!!”), as is detergent for freshening up garments in the sink (“European washing machines take 24 hours!”). Oh, and Advil, or any other kind of hangover cure.
As for the movies?
Oh. Those. You can catch them on DVD.