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May 21:  "I'm gonna kick some ass tonight!"
--Elizabeth Taylor

"There's no place to hide around here. Everyone's here."
--Salma Hayek

The culmination of the 52nd Cannes Film Festival occurred last evening, and it wasn't the handing out of the Palm D'Or (which all the insiders are predicting will go to Pedro Almodóvar's All About My Mother.

No, it was the annual AMFAR charity-auction dinner, which Miramax helped throw at the hideously expensive (and delicious) Moulin de Mougins eatery in the hills above Cannes.

And, Salma-babe was so right! Anybody who's anybody (which, admittedly, isn't that big of a club this year) was showin' off their pearlies for the cameras between bites of asparagus and veal. In other words, not much food got eaten last night, which ended around four in the morning.

How's that for a chic dining hour? (I was ready for breakfast when dessert rolled around.)

And the only thing more sumptuous than the grub--not to mention the massive rocks worn by most of the chicks--was all the movie-star action the festival, so far, seems to be so sorely missing.

Take, for instance, Ben Affleck, who was football-player appealing in his utterly plain tux.