Cannes Opens With a Ridiculous Soap Opera — and Those Famous Boos

If there's that specific blend of cigarettes, body odor and too-much-perfume in the air, that means it's the Cannes Film Festival. The world's most elegant celebration of cinema and salesmanship has converged on this small, coastal resort town, and good luck finding a spare wall socket anywhere

Gorgeous girls and handsome boys yearning to be discovered choke the fabled Boulevard de la Croisette, while Emirs in Maseratis inch along in traffic. Ladies wobble in high heels alongside men who think avoiding eye contact means they can cut the line. (Guess what, Guy pronounced “Ghee” — it doesn't work.) Read more...