We missed you here on the Cote d'Azur. The Cannes Film Festival thrives on glamour and muscle, and the expected appearance of Rocky-Rambo at the 39th installment could have provided both. It matters little that you may never have intended to show up. French commentators spoke scornfully of American stars so cowed by the paranoia blitz of the U.S. media that they refused to visit one of the world's swankiest resort towns, sip champagne kirs, scarf down strawberries the size of winesap apples and be treated like pashas in a mythical movie monarchy. Too rough...