I'm not quite sure who to thank, but if you could pass this on to the right person, that would be great.

My husband and I were slummin' it in the south of France a few weeks ago and decided to try our luck with the Cannes film festival. We were walking up the road past the Carlton (and those ridiculously tiny SmartCars) and came across a bunch of Troma folks across from the main movie place (pavilion? You can't call them theaters, there was no 'corn or Coke).

At any rate, my old man had just been commenting on how dead the place seemed, cliched, and we heard a bunch of yelling. Sure enough, there was the Toxic Avenger, Kabukiman, and a guy in an, "I love sluts" T-shirt, along with many others. All yelling in English. I actually sat down in the middle of the street for a while, enjoying the show and the tiny bit of festival atmosphere in an otherwise anally retentive area.

To make a long story short, they couldn't "advertise" for Troma in front of the theater, got booted across the street, were having a hard time getting in to see their own movie, and they were kind enough to give my husband and I tickets to see "Parts of the Family." (We didn't have one of those photo ID badges, but I think that the officials were so tired of dealing with Troma that they let us in anyway.)

The movie was great and I've got a moment that I will remember for the rest of my life. I'm getting asked what the best part of my vacation was and I'm telling everyone that the Troma movie was by far the most exciting, memorable part of my trip.

Thank you so much for the movie and thank you for kicking a dead festival in the ass!

Guess which Tromite is taking the Thong Song a bit too close to heart..

Warmest regards,

Christine $%#
Cincinnati, Ohio