The special thrill and value of flying six thousand or so miles to Cannes to personally witness, in part, the rooty-toot-toot Dreamgirls shebang that happened tonight at the Martinez Hotel (which I enjoyed very much, by the way — the four scenes that were shown were seriously killer wham-bam)…where was I?…oh, yeah…the value of seeing this presentation in Cannes is diminished somewhat by David Poland having seen the same thing back in Los Angeles. (But not, I’m told, by way of DreamWorks publicity.) In fact, it sppears he saw it earlier than the Cannes gang did because he managed to post his reactions earlier than me or anyone else who attended in Cannes. This sounds petty, I realize.