It’s been quite a weekend here in Cannes. I’m going to let Missy fill you all in on the dizzying highs and terrifying lows, because as I told you last week, I’ve been busy hanging with Michael Moore. (A lot more on him in the next couple of days, but suffice it to say Sicko is very different from what we’re used to seeing from him. It’s sober, relatively quiet, and genuinely sad.) But this morning, I’m busy recovering from A Mighty Heart, the true story of the kidnapping and murder of Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl in Pakistan.
My wife is as pregnant as Mariane Pearl (played in the film by Angelina Jolie) was at the time. We knew people in common. So I’m mildly shattered at the moment and plan to sit in a dark room for a while. I’ll get back to you soon.