On the final day of this year’s Cannes film festival, Timothy Spall had to abandon his holiday in the Netherlands to collect the best actor award. One moment, he was pootling about in his boat. The next, he was belting down the road from the airport to the festival with a band of police outriders. He sped past Porsches, Maseratis and “mother-of-pearl Rolls-Royces”, he and his wife flattened against the back seat. “Things are looking up, love,” he told her. They felt like royalty, arriving late at the ball.
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