Cannes diary: It's a wrap

So, the sun will soon set on Cannes 2012 - it's been a fun and crazy ride as ever. The last few days have been a whirl of screenings and parties - I hit the afterparty of On The Road (pictured),and witnessed on Robert Pattinson, who was there to support girlfriend Kristen Stewart. RPatz has his own reason for being in Cannes, though: the premiere of Cosmopolis, David Cronenberg's typically bonkers futuristic vision in which he plays a rich businessman cruising around the city in a limo and sleeping with a string of women including Juliette Binoche.

It's darkly funny, fairly rude and definitely overscripted (after the tenth monologue, ennui starts to set in), but it's still a curiosity worth seeking out, especially for RPatz fans keen to see him in another steamy role. He's good in it, too - the cold hard womaniser thing seems to work with him this time after the lacklustre Bel Ami.

So what films have emerged as the festival's highlights? Michael Haneke's Love looks set for success after rave reviews, while there's still a lot of love for Beasts of the Southern Wild and Rust & Bone starring Marion Cotillard. The Indian Miss Lovely has also been attracting attention: I chatted with the director and star (a former Miss India) this morning about the frankly bonkers thriller about the sleazy erotic horror film industry. A far cry from Bollywood, it's definitely different and that's something the director is clearly proud of (they don't even allow kisses in Bollywood and this goes decidedly further).

So, time to wrap on this year's super-starry Cannes that took on three days of rain and came out smiling in the sunshine. Thanks for joining us!

CRAZY CANNES
Yesterday saw a media bun fight as stars assembled for the annual amFAR Cinema Against AIDS fundraiser and the swanky Hotel du Cap. While A listers like Kylie, Kirsten Dunst and Antonio Banderas needed no introduction, a series of tall, skinny and beautiful women were paraded in front of the international press, most of whom were wondering who on earth they were, and whether their editors would care. The radio guys have got this sussed: at the end of a very generic interview, they ask the star to say their name and a "you are listening to..." Job done!