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Stars collided — literally — at the Beverly Hilton Sunday night as the Golden Globes ended and the parties began.

This story first appeared in the January 27, 2004 issue of WWD. Subscribe Today.

“I need a drink,” were words overheard from Charlize Theron, Bill Murray and the Duchess of York as the show wrapped up. The champagne — all 1,400 bottles of it — flowed at the night’s first stop, the In Style/Warner Bros. bash, where Tom Cruise, Clint Eastwood and Kevin Costner caused gridlock on the stairs while Brittany Murphy fed cake to fiancé Jeff Kwatinetz under a heat lamp. “I need food! I’m starving!” she said as a friend passed her a plate of fried shrimp.

On the hotel’s rooftop, Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey crooned for the crowd at the NBC/Access Hollywood party, then Cameron Douglas took to the turntables as Paris and Nicky Hilton and Carmen Kass stormed the dance floor. Cameron’s dad, Michael, and stepmother, Catherine Zeta-Jones, showed up to cheer him on, but they almost missed the night altogether. “We were around the corner, so it took us about 55 minutes to get here,” Douglas joked.

Of course, the Golden Globe festivities unofficially began last Tuesday with a W-hosted luncheon for jeweler Penny Preville at the Peninsula Hotel. The next day saw more sparklers at the In Style and Diamond Information Center lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where Hal Rubenstein admonished actresses: “Please, ladies, it’s an important week. Look at yourselves in the mirror before you leave the house!”

The next day, Nicole Kidman, Theron, Eastwood and Bono lunched at the AFI Awards, the American Film Institute’s annual power powwow at the Four Seasons. “I just got in from New York last night where it’s freezing so I’m happy to be in a place where it’s sunny and warm,” gushed Sofia Coppola, who was looking forward to hooking up with friends and family the following night at the Los Feliz home of Kelly Lynch and her husband, Mitch Glazer, associate producer of “Lost in Translation.”

Across town at the Pacific Design Center in West Hollywood, W magazine (sister of WWD), Cartier and MAC celebrated its A-list issue with Uma Thurman, Chloë Sevigny, Tilda Swinton, Kim Cattrall, Cornelia Guest, the Bruckheimers, the Tischs and Lord Evelyn de Rothschild. Despite the cool air, Thurman managed to slip off her jacket and shimmy for a few seconds with Andre Balazs. Sevigny also bared skin in a slinky electric blue Versace she dubbed “my Hollywood hire-me dress.”

The all-star caravan continued Saturday as the Australian Film Commission capped off a week-long film fest with a dinner honoring Cate Blanchett, Baz Luhrmann and Anthony LaPaglia the Regent Beverly Wilshire. “I feel baby movement but no butterflies in my stomach,” said Blanchett. “That’s because I know I’m getting this award.”

At the same time, Mikeand Irina Medavoy threw their annual Vanity Fair bash in Beverly Park. Sir Elton John swooped in and out, while Sharon Stone, Susan Sarandon, Lara Flynn Boyle and Fran Drescher basked in the scene. “You wouldn’t believe how old school the party was,” Jude Law later told Amanda Demme and Elizabeth Callendar, whose husband, Colin, hosted the more raucous HBO Films dinner at the Chateau Marmont. Buzz inevitably turned to Helmut Newton’s death right outside the landmark hotel only the day before, but it seemed a fitting tribute that the once-intimate affair has swelled to several hundred A-level partiers, including Maggie Gyllenhaal and beau Peter Sarsgaard, Rosario Dawson, Al Pacino, Joely Richardson, Jessica Lange, Daryl Hannah and Melanie Griffith and Antonio Banderas.

Though the party raged into the wee hours, not everyone decided to get a room. “That’s making my stomach turn,” Michael Keaton huffed as Quentin Tarantino made out with a new friend two feet away.

On awards night at the Beverly Hilton, things were more proprietary, though no less festive. At the Universal Studios/Focus Features party in the penthouse, Coppola, the night’s big winner, abandoned her usual reserve and let loose — sort of. “You may not be able to tell because I’m not superextroverted, but I’m really excited.

I just don’t think it’s hit me. I can’t wait to really scream and celebrate.”