What’s in the Cannes?

CANNES. One human survived nine days of two films a day with other humans in seaside sailor ensembles, daily Hôtel du Cap lunches, two black-ties a night, endless schleps from the Palais to the Carlton plus the 70-year anniversary of film clips of every Palm d’Or winner.

I don’t know why they’re bitching. Beats a weekend in Asbury Park.

MEMORIAL Day’s over. Next, July Fourth. Thanks to our Founding Fathers, every child born in the USA is endowed with life, liberty and a pursuit of unemployment.

Only grumbled in New York, kids, only grumbled in New York.