Mick Jagger was the star of the show last night in Antibes at Charles Finch’s annual swanky A list dinner at the Hotel du Cap’s Eden Roc restaurant. It’s the hardest ticket in town, and the best insider party at the Cannes Film Festival every year. Finch–publisher, producer, raconteur, tummler, impresario–has a single classy sponsor, Jaeger LeCoultre watches– and they turn the Eden Roc magically in four hours time after lunch and before cocktails into a throwback of glamorous Cannes Film Festivals from long ago.
Jagger was the biggest star– he always is, because he’s Mick Jagger. But there were plenty of famous people in the room including filmmaker Nick Broomfield (who was honored and given a gorgeous J-LeC watch) Clive Owen, “Mad Max” director George Miller, Gael Garcia Bernal, Trudie Styler, Harvey Weinstein, “Black Mass” director Scott Cooper, model mogul Heidi Klum, Mads Mikkelsen, Rebecca Hall, Dominic West, and so on.
(There was also a big photo display Finch curated of famous filmmakers. One of the photographers was Philip Caruso, who also happens to be the son-in-law of “Ironweed” author and Pulitzer Prize winner William Kennedy. Caruso came with his beautiful wife, Bill and Dana Kennedy’s daughter, Kathy.)
What a swell night, chowing down on foie gras on the Mediterranean amid the likes of these folks. (If you’re young, think Cake by the Ocean.) So I did tell Mick Jagger that this column broke the story about the big mega Coachella concert next October and he was thrilled. (He really lit up like a Christmas tree.) I asked him if he and Bob Dylan, who playing are on the same night, might duet on Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.” The Rolling Stones are known for a remarkable live version of that song.
“We could, we might,” Mick said. “We’ve done it at least once before, in Argentina. But never in the US. I have to ask him if we can.” Jagger said he’s incredibly excited about the shows, by the way. And then he headed to the sumptous buffet— yes, he served himself because as Dylan says you gotta serve some-body.
Broomfield, Charles Finch’s oldest friend, was the honoree of the night for his 3o plus documentaries. He told the crowd (after Finch’s introductory remarks– read hilariously behind dark glasses because Finch had lost his actual reading specs) about their wild times together getting into trouble and Broomfield almost being killed on three separate occasions) about his upcoming Whitney Houston film for Showtime.
Later he and I spoke about the Houston doc- I broke the story here about the Houston estate trying to block him.
“The harder they come at me I’ll come right back at them,” he assured me. What about rights to Whitney’s recordings I asked? “I have them,” Broomfield said without more explanation. But there’s more to come. And that’s when were interrupted by reasonable distractions: a strolling band playing the Beatles’ “Love Me Do” and the arrival of stunning Heidi Klum. And homemade ice cream was being served.
PS No sign of Leonardo DiCaprio who had had lunch on the Eden Roc patio hours earlier with pals including Tobey Maguire and Lukas Haas– eight guys, no women Leo’s posse or an outtake from “Entourage.”
