A much younger Peter Weir directing The Cars That Ate Paris, via Ingrid Weir.
It feels like summer. The sun graces the Croisette on the warm early-April afternoon. A quaint, soft-spoken, blonde lady in her mid-30s is awaiting for me in the lobby of the Majestic Barriére Hotel. She’s a newbie in Cannes. It’s also her first time in the South of France.
