Sex Parties, Drugs And Champagne Fights Trump Movies At Cannes 2009
Empty champagne bottles are already stacking up on Saturday afternoon at Nikki Beach, an exclusive bar on Cannes seafront where Mariah Carey and Eva Longoria Parker dined the night before.
The alcohol’s effect is all too evident as a crowd clad in garishly expensive designer clothes dances on the sand.
Suddenly, a blonde woman jumps on to a table and cheers erupt as her boyfriend sprays a £350 magnum of Piper Heidsieck champagne over her already see-through white dress, which she promptly peels off, followed swiftly by her underwear.
Onlookers whoop appreciatively as she writhes around wearing only a huge diamond Chanel pendant around her neck.
Ogling men step forward to pour more champagne over her head and into her mouth while women flock round excitedly.
If you thought the Cannes Film Festival was the height of French glamour and celebrity sophistication, think again. Gone are the days when this event was renowned for its understated chic.
Where Hollywood’s greatest names – from Kirk Douglas and Gregory Peck to Audrey Hepburn and Bette Davis – once strolled along the beach, freeloading Britons and uncouth Eurotrash now congregate, united in their desire to get high on sex, drink and drugs.
