Excusez-moi, parlez-vous Anglais?
Wow, is that really you?
Well, I guess that depends on who I am.
Criticulous, it is an honour to have you here. You finally made it.
If it's an honour, yes, it's me. So... I wanted...
Accreditation? That is not a problem for the finest critic in the anglophone world. Some call you a genius. We can't wait until you learn French and can give us some bande-dessine critiques.
Hey, I don't want to forget the great cohort of British critics who keep me on my toes.
L'autres sont chiant!
I guess if you say it, that's true. What do you think of Matt Trueman?
Your friend, Cyril le Fou. I fear to ask, but is here with us?
He's waiting in the courtyard, checking the dustbins. But I don't think we'll be needing him today.
We'd be delighted if he'd go on a rampage. Right down the Rue de la Republique. Anyway, here's your pass. Off you go, fuck the arse out of that.
And that's how I became accredited at the Avignon Festival.