A Cannes-style queue has a curious shape. It’s not really a line at all, but more of a funnel — you can stay at the end for ages, while unassumingly pushy types creep forward from the sides in a barely discernible kind of Brownian movement. The festival staff — no-nonsense guys in matching taupe suits, notorious for being cranky — try to stem the pushing from the front, but have no control over how it happens from the back. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, or at least about 20, here’s a visual aid:
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How to Not Quite Succeed in Cannes Business Despite Really Trying: An Illustrated Guide
