It’s almost Cannes time... When I first attended Cannes to pick up my first Lion, back in my Mad Man days of the nineteen sixties. No one rented mega-yachts, hotels were reasonable and the hookers on the Croissette didn’t charge an arm and a leg for a bit of arm and leg. Ther were four categories. Print, radio, TV and Outdoors. Entry fees were cheaper than the aforementioned hookers and a good time was had by all. Now, there are a thousand categories, and the fees are outrageous. Now, it’s just a giant money-making machine and the winners are little more than multi=million dollar “Brand Ambassador's” collecting their humungous paychecks and moving on.
The arm is a grand. The leg is extra.