I’m hyper aware and over stimulated as I begin this Cannes experience, after having taken a year off from the grandest film festival in the world. On my flight over, I notice everything, even the exceedingly handsome, slim and tall flight attendant in his crisp white shirt and tight black vest. The coffee taste better, and we’re talking short haul airplane coffee, the air is crisper, the sun on the tarmac, warmer. Kinder maybe...