Four Days In

One thing about this program....there is little time to listen to music and no instruments with which to write.  It has been interesting noting what songs get stuck in my head because of the city and this country. Beach House's "Lover of Mine" has been repeating in my head as I walk through Cannes.  I also can't stop singing Father John Misty hooks.  All of this is quite strange since music on the streets usually consists of terrible American plastic-pop.  Funny what France does to me.

Beasts of the Southern Wild is definitely the best film I have seen at this festival.  Yet again, no one believed me when I said I actually liked it.  Sigh....

Also, Mekong Hotel is a stunning work by previous Palme d'Or winner Apichatpong Weerasethakul.  I shared a theatre with him and Agnes Varda during this screening.  In other words, I had my ridiculous freakout/starstruck moment.

Kanye West is here somewhere.  Been trying to scout him out.

I keep having what I call Cannes Moments.  I stop, realize what is happening around me, and almost cry.  I can't believe I am doing this.  Damn.