Yeah, I know. Who wouldn’t want to be in France for the annual film festival. I’m just thinking that this year sounds like an especially good one to check out because of its eclectic crop of movies, starting with Woody Allen’s new offering.
Woody isn’t as laugh-out-loud funny as he used to be, but his stories have an unmistakable charm and he never ceases to load up his casts with interesting actors.
The other reason I wish I were at Cannes is that workmen will soon begin to renovate the rotted out deck/porch of this house, which means three weeks of noise, interruption, stress. I’m trying to get back to a writing routine after surgery and the last thing I need is a bunch of guys showing up at 7 am, blasting their boom box and making a racket. But such is life. Maybe I’ll invest in a good pair of headphones. Either that or I’ll spend a lot of time at my local library.