Hey all,

So I've been in Cannes for the past two weeks, shooting a daily video diary. I'm trying to get them uploaded here too, but they're quite large - bigger than the 100mb limit - and my brain is so tired that I can't figure out how to do it. But hopefully they'll be up here soon.

Meantime... it's been a fun (and alternately knackering) fortnight, including encounters with the likes of Eli Roth, Brett Ratner, the Entourage guys, Edgar Wright, Quentin Tarantino, Guillermo del Toro and more. I managed to babble like an idiot when confronted with QT on the Death Proof red carpet at about 2.45am (I was still working, believe it or not). I'm pretty sure I managed to offend him with a question about the similarities between the influences on Death Proof and Eli Roth's Hostel Part II (both guys were heavily inspired by Italian giallo, specially movies like Torso and To Be Twenty). It was intended as a kind of 'hey, isn't it funny? Did you two guys laugh about being inspired by the same movies' kinda thing, but I think Quentin thought I was accusing him of ripping Eli off. Sigh... nice one, Hewitt.

Let's see. There's a beach about 30 seconds' walk from the Empire flat here in Cannes, and today - for the first time, and on the last day - I was able to go down there this morning. Even then, though, as I stood in the surf, I was working - getting the closing shot of the video diaries. So that should give you an idea of the blog slog. Anyway, this has got nothing to do with films per se, but I couldn't help but be slightly disgusted and nauseated by the state of the beaches - every wash of a wave brought in new detritus... specifically cigarette butts. Now, when I'm President of the Universe, I intend to make it illegal for people to smoke on a beach... I want to walk on beautiful fine sand, one of the natural wonders of the world, not tread in your soggy death sticks.

Rant over. More later. Film at 11.

Cheers,

Chris