I slept through the 6:45 am wake-up and it’s now…uhm, 12:05 pm. This happens. Four days of 19-hour-a day blitzkrieging (on top of faintly lingering jetlag) and the body takes over and says “we’re getting the sleep we need — that’s it, period, end of discussion.” I won’t make the 1 pm Taking Woodstock press conference. Screenings of Ne Te Retourne Pas at 1:30, Samson and Delilah at 4:45, and Kinatay at 7:30.