Eighteen-year-old Brigitte Bardot made her first splash there in a bikini, wiggling her way into the hearts of photographers; Simone Signoret's smoldering stare set the place afire back in 1949; Sophia Loren jumped from bulging starlet to blossoming actress when she made the scene in 1955. Ever since it began, the Cannes Film Festival has been a springboard for victory and vulgarity, for fine art and flapdoodle. This year the festival is 20 years old, but it is still deep in the throes of adolescence: serious and intense one moment, strained and...
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