It’s 2:10 am and chilly as hell outside. All the years I’ve been coming to Cannes the weather has always been mild and balmy, usually in the mid to high 60s and sometimes 70-plus. Not once do I recall wearing a jacket and a scarf to an evening screening, but I sure as hell did this a few hours ago on my way to see Kleber Mendonca Filho and Juliano Dernelles‘ Bacurau (which I hated by the way).
On top of which Friday and Saturday are expected to to be half-rainy, according to Weatherbug.
Right now it’s 46 degrees here. I thought climate change was supposed to be making things warmer as a rule. I don’t know which is worse, the nippy weather or the sight of 20somethings walking around in shorts and T-shirts and mini-dresses.
