Make me miserable. Make me damp. Drench the festival. Have an umbrella at the ready or die. Misery loves company. Cats and dogs. Little rivers and flash floods on the streets. Philippine monsoon. Apocalypse Now. At around 1:30 or 1:45 pm it stopped raining and it started pouring, you see. It didn’t come down in sheets, but almost that. Right now there 20,000 people in this town with damp socks.

Grand Lumiere before the start of this morning’s screening of Arnaud Desplechin‘s Jimmy P, which no one I spoke to was all that knocked out by. Me neither.