It's opening day at Cannes and we're flashing hungry eyes behind our (somewhat) fashionable sunglasses. Why? Party invites of course. So you get a party invite, then what? Well, I'd like to grease my palms with Marty's pomade and though Cate has already bore her new child, David would still like to rub her belly. Blindness opens the festival (which should be adequately horrifying) and we have an opportunity to bid on which screening we want tickets to but more research needs to be done. Which screening will prove the most fun/exciting/fruitful? Who cares, I just wanna see Brangelina roll those freshly purchased babies up the red carpet.
JOE INSERT PICTURE I WILL BE TEXTING YOU HERE.
This pic was taken the morning of opening night while all the Frenchies were still sleeping off the previous night's boozing and we had the place to ourselves to wander behind the scenes like the dorks we be.
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