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Headed back to the hotel to put on my tuxedo - looking sharp. But when I got to the Palais, I couldn’t get near the entrance even though I had a ticket and was 20 minutes early. Eventually, well after the time it was supposed to start, and only due to crowding to the front, I was one of the last ten people let in – and not into the Theatre Lumiere, but an over-flow theatre where I got a seat on the end of the front row. “Ladykillers” was about as good as everyone thought in America when it opened there 2 months ago.
After the screening, I got a phone message from Steven Kiimbraugh, the organizer of the Laugh is Hope Comedy Film Festival. Couldn't reach him, so I took a walk down the pier past all the yachst. Managed to bluff my way onto the Budweiser boat for a sit down dinner of steak and Lobster where I had a lovely conversation with Elisabeth, an agent from London. The party was for a Camera D'Or film called "Dear Frankie". I wish I'd seen it. After dinner, I tried to get into another Yacht party that they weren't letting anyone into. (I later heard it was a big drag - a porno party with no booze and no fun.) I made contact with Steven - he said he was on a bus to the Moving Pictures party, up the hill at a villa. I bluffed my way onto a bus with no ticket. But when I met Steven at the gate of the villa, and neither of us had tickets, and the bouncers were being typically difficult, we decided to get the next bus back down and try out luck on the Croisette.
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