Cannes.
We knew I’d have to go there, now more than ever. Between cyclones, earthquake and election cycle, my favorite fantasy event comes to the rescue.
Way too much irony abounds, given that it has now been 10 years since I’ve actually entered a theatre to watch a film. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the concept, the gowns, the gossip.
This evening I thought I’d present another pleasing piece of irony. Che and the gentleman who is playing him in this year’s entry. And the other gentleman whom he had, once upon a time, wished to play. The wish was apparently mutual, but never to be.
Timing is indeed everything.
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