Cannes winds down to Angels and Awards |


Cannes winds down to Angels and Awards

Supermodels in underwear, singing Shakespeare, and the suspense of the top prize

Tyra Banks

(Eric Robert/Corbis Sygma)

Wednesday night was the Cure by the Shore party, usually a highlight of the festival; this year, as one guest remarked, it was like a party for More Magazine. The celebs on hand? Ivana Trump avec diamonds and boyfriend, Joan Rivers, Danny Aiello (who was apparently overwhelmed by the fete, since he kept his sunglasses on the whole time, and it was midnight), and Linda Evans, who looks EXACTLY like Linda Evans should, right down to shoulder padded white suit. Quite fabulous.

Anyway, the party was a snore and a half, so at 2 a.m. we headed to McDonalds for a Le Grand Mac to keep our spirits up. Yesterday was the big Miramax day: A screening of the Kenneth Branagh movie ”Love’s Labour’s Lost,” which is a romantic comedy musical based on Shakespeare, swear to God. I actually found it quite charming. In the middle of monologues, Allesandro Nivola, Branagh, and others burst into Gershwin tunes. Very silly and campy and fun, and a relief after all the depressing fare we’re been sitting through.

The screening, which was held as a benefit before the AMFAR event, started an hour late – unclear why exactly – so the AMFAR party started even later. Usually held at the Moulin de Mougins, a restaurant up in the hills, it was moved this year to a giant disco. There, thousands of us were treated to a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, which was slightly odd to me, given that they were introduced by Elizabeth Taylor who stood at the podium and talked about the ravages of AIDS.

Then it was boom! The lights went down, and out came the models in underwear. On the other hand, I may just be bitter because the last thing any of us needed to see after 10 days of stuffing our faces with fromage and frittes is Tyra Banks practically butt naked. Dinner wasn’t served until midnight (and who wanted to eat then, anyway?), and the celeb pickings, like the rest of the festival, were slim – Elizabeth Hurley was about as glam as it got.

Afterwards, everyone headed to the Du Cap for a final night of schmoozing, and today we’re wrapping things up. Still absolutely no idea who might win this festival – I can’t remember people being both so unimpressed by anything and also divided (could the von Trier win? Depends who you ask). So we’ll all be watching the awards ceremony with great interest on Sunday. And with great relief, as we’ll be back in the States at last. Cheers!