Day 6: Sunday night was even wilder than Saturday night--if that's possible! Average French citizens click down La Croisette in colorful outfits and high heels that Carrie Bradshaw would die for! Speaking of heels, you have to be careful because no shoes are allowed on the yachts. Before going up the gangway all shoes are entrusted to the shoe-check girl.
Everybody and their grandmother put on their animal prints and went prowling for movie stars last night. The lucky ones caught Robin Williams holding court outside the Noga Hilton, causing a pedestrian traffic jam half a block wide.
Parties peppered the landscape well into the hills and out into the water. Naomi Campbell, who celebrated her birthday the other night in St. Tropez, was at Playboy's wild party (but of course, complete with strippers…) at Cannes' hottest club, The Pink Platinum at the Martinez Hotel.
Movie magic can be made any number of ways, but yacht parties can only hold a few people at a time. Gangs of invited guests have to wait on the pier until partiers disembark and make room for them. Along the marina strains of classic French pop battled the techno beats pulsating from huge speakers atop side-by-side poop decks.
Jack Nicholson showed up for Adam Sandler's Punch-Drunk Love. The grizzled Monsieur Nicholson showed up in black with his bodyguards and scooted up the red steps. He's here for his own movie, About Schmidt, but they are right in the middle of shooting the movie they're making together in L.A., Anger Management. The two mega-buck stars must be bonding.
Once again movie stars made the American Pavilion THE place to be. Sean Penn dropped by to announce the new project covering the post 9/11 world that he's working on with several other artists. Last night, Leo (yes, that Leo) stopped by for a drink in the hopes of finding the Lakers game on.
This is a festival of first-times-ever-in-the-history-of-Cannes! Woody Allen shed his publicity-shy demeanor with a historic Cannes opening, George Lucas unleashed digital projection upon the world with his premiere of Star Wars: Episode IIand now, there is a very special screening of 20 minutes of Gangs of New York, which is still being shot and edited. It takes place in turbulent New York City in the early '60s (the 1860s, that is).
With the arrival of the film's stars, Leonardo DiCaprio and Cameron Diaz, there has been a solar eclipse of the Palais! She was stunning in an sheer, sparkly, black fishnet dress. She must have only had time for a quick fitting for this frock; it seemed to perpetually be falling off her shoulders. Whether on purpose or by design was unclear, but nobody seemed to mind her tugging it back in place.
Accompanying them up the scarlet staircase was director Martin Scorsese, over whom Cameron towers. She stuck close to big burly Miramax mogul Harvey Weinstein. Leo stood calmly looking Greek-god gorgeous in his black suit and tie. At one point he headed to the barriers holding back screaming, yelling, happy fans, and gave them a huge kiss into the air. They went wild. He just smiled.
After the screening everyone was waiting for them at Baoli, an exclusive dance club at the southern end of La Croisette on an outcropping surrounded by the Mediterranean.
It's been a long time since Leo has done some serious movie work, and everyone will have to wait for Christmas before it hits the screens. Cameron said, "Everybody thinks we do this for the money, but we don't. We do it to be able to work with artists like Marty Scorsese."
Hmm, for some reason we doubt she's turning down the paychecks.