1998 Cannes Film Festival Diaries
I Think I Cannes #6

by Jerry (the usher)

Well, I heard from Mr. Bigdeal again. This time he was calling from the hospital. He asked me to bring him some things from his hotel room.

I show up at the hospital. He's a mess, broken nose, black eye, cracked rib. "I was attacked," he says, "in a restaurant parking lot in Mougins, getting into my car." I resisted asking him who would want to do such a thing, and asked if it was a robbery.

"No, they didn't take money, two guys, they just beat me up and said 'that's for last year.'"

He told me he had been "a little short" after hosting an enormous dinner at that fancy restaurant in '97 and had paid with a rubber check... He really should have had smarts enough not to go back there...