LISTEN: Michael Moore at Cannes (mp3)
My day 2 of the Cannes Film Festival was all about notorious Michael Moore and the somewhat lighter project documentary on health care in the United States, Sicko. It was at the Cannes Film Festival back in 2004 that publicized Moore’s much-heralded signature documentary, Fahrenheit 9/11, designed to influence the public’s opinion of presiding President Bush for the 2004 Presidential Election.
Jetlag can feel like a hangover sometimes, but once I finally landed in Cannes of Southern France, 6 hours ahead, I must’ve consumed a whole bottle of Absinthe intravenously. Peering out of my tiny window in my tiny plane barely gliding over a deep and massive Mediterranean Sea, Cannes, France appeared in the distance like Honolulu with the excessive commercial development.?xml:namespace>
"It's a little hard to know, but I think it's a fair statement to say this is not necessarily a fatal injury, he doesn't have to die." That’s Dr. Thomas Scalea, head physician at the University of Maryland's Shock Trauma Center, speaking about how modern technology might have saved Abraham Lincoln at a UMD School Of Medicine conference on the deaths of historic figures.
I for a second thought the very talented local singer/songwriter Jeffrey Simmons was that lanky Inman Square man who stands in a suit under an umbrella, rain or shine, quietly hawking his self-made publication, Geograflight (sp?), from the sidewalk. It's the MySpace photos he has posted of himself that did it. In them, Simmons, another tallish skinny marink, is dressed dapper (admittedly, though, he's snazzier than Geograflight man who looks like a funeral attendant in that dire suit of his) in a blazer.?xml:namespace>
You know shit's fucked when your anti-kidnapping chief is kidnapped. (thanks Ben)
No disrespect to the esteemed Boston Pops, but it’s been a while since one of their performances really got my heart racing.
Until last night.
Midway through a musical tribute to Oscar and Tony winners at Wednesday’s Opening Night at Pops — an event which, it should be noted, draws the coiffed and coutured benefactor set — a scream from the balcony brought Keith Lockhart’s baton to an unexpected halt.