Cannes Day 12

Ah the final day of the festival; it certainly didn't disappointed. I got into Cannes at 11 and Immediately got busy getting all I could into the day. I went around to souvenir shops for my dad and I and got my mom some fancy french chocolate. I went again to look for my tiny phone, but had no such luck. Oh well, I guess I'll have to bite the 50€ bullet. It could be worse.

I was lucky enough to find my way into a screening of Blackkklansman, a film all my peers have been raving about. The hype was not unwarranted; it was easily one of the best films I've seen throughout this whole festival.

After that, I tried begging for closing tickets, to no avail. Oddly enough, some little old woman interrupted my begging, just by approaching me asking what I was doing. Then we ended up getting into a 40 minute conversation about God, her acting career, and the sorry state of the world. I'm not sorry I had that experience, even if she wierded me out a bit.

I ran into another group seeking The Wild  Pear Tree, but wanted to grab dinner before. You see, we all went our separate ways for dinner. I thought I'd end up at that awesome sushi joint, only to find out that they were opening a half hour later than usual. Instead I had one of the best burgers ever at Le Triomphe. I don't regret it. Sometimes Gor closes the door but opens a window.
When I got back to the palais, I spent about an hour in line for The Wild Pear Tree, a dull 3-hour film that most certainly wasn't worth it. I didn't even stay the whole time. I fell asleep into the first hour, and when I woke, I wasn't thrilled with the second. So I left, thinking I could get a train.

Needless to say, I didn't. I was stuck waiting on the bus for 2 hours before I finally got back.

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