FILM GUY #1: Finally, after all our hard work, we have an actual, completed film that tomorrow morning we’ll be showing at Cannes. Cannes, baby!
FILM GUY #2: We made it, old friend. Cheers!
FILM GUY #1: My life’s dream has been to see my very own film on the big screen, and tomorr- *TSSSS* AHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! WHAT’S HAPPENING?
FILM GUY #2: Paris Hilton is spread eagle doing shots on a table! Get down!
FILM GUY #1: I can’t see! I’m blind! I’m blind! NOOOOOOO!

Film Guy #1 never regained his sight. While in the hospital, Film Guy #2 revealed he was really a gay astronaut who sold babies on the black market to finance their film. Because this is a story about Cannes and those movies always have really fucked up, depressing endings.

Fin.

Cannes exists as a showcase, a professional atmosphere to show your work, be proud, meet people and get recognition for hard work done to achieve what’s often a very deep dream of the creator(s). To me, it’s not only irresponsible to yourself, but it tarnishes the reputation of the event itself when you go as a guest and get drunk, party loud and hard, play out the typical party-monster-from-Hollywood role. I don’t care if “that’s Paris Hilton’s personality” or “that’s all she’s known for, what else would you expect?” It’s not appropriate in the public eye at a professional event like Cannes; it hurts the festival, it affects the other guests and it affects the outside audience who reads about it afterward.

I suppose, in the end, it’s really a matter of being self-aware, and aware of the context you’re in at any given time, and then knowing the boundaries of said context. Maye that’s asking a lot, but I think it’s required, especially of people with public images like Paris Hilton and Doug Reinhardt who’re constantly scrutinized, analyzed and spun by the media.

via The Superficial.