"How ugly is Tarantino in real life?" writes Jason Gardner. Well, I've never previously considered the comeliness or otherwise of the banana-chinned auteur, but having just passed him in the lobby I can reveal that he is stouter and stronger-looking than the Pulp Fiction-era image of wiry videostore geek.

We'd just seen The Life And Death Of Peter Sellers, the HBO/BBC FILMS biopic of the legendary British actor. Starry and stylish - with Geoffrey Rush occasionally uncanny in capturing the comic - it has something of the imagination and verve of Bob Fosse's All That Jazz. And also its lack of heart. The final words, as Sellers enters his trailer, are "You can't come in here," as if director Stephen Hopkins is acknowledging his - or cinema's - inability to climb inside another's head. Still, it is ambitious, funny, and enjoyable (and it should be Rush, not Steve Martin, who stars in the in-production remake of The Pink Panther).

Last night Wong Kar Wai's 2046 finally arrived - an artfully constructed, stunningly shot, utterly unmoving love story, worth watching for the ever-excellent Tony Leung, but hardly worth the fuss the director manufactured by arriving late with the print.

A quick word, too, on 9 Songs - the arthouse sex drama which I hear is keeping the tabloids excited at home. I could write reams on the possible moral and ethical implications of this picture - which traces a relationship between two lovers almost solely through their (unsimulated) sex acts. Fortunately, for you, I'm pushed for time. In brief: it is tender, occasionally tedious, and feels a little half-formed (like a lot of Michael Winterbottom's work). I suppose that in a society which appears to accept that sex is not especially special - you can have it with whom you want, when you want, without any strings - then the fact that two actors were paid to shag on screen isn't considered a problem. Personally, I think sex is something to be cherished and enjoyed within marriage and commitment. If people are shocked by Winterbottom's Last Tango In Brixton, perhaps they should be shocked by society itself.

Of course, Cannes is no stranger to sex. The 'adult entertainment' award - the Hot d'Or - used to be held here, and now a yacht arrives each year to promote the owner's porn. I boarded it earlier in the week to talk to those involved in the industry. You can watch the results in Naked Ambition. On a higher brow, I've also spoken to Marianela Maldonado and Juliet Seal, director and star of British short film Breaking Out - which is competing here at Cannes, thanks in part to funding from Film London. You can find out why short movies matters in Short Thoughts, and, in yet another clip (I'm spoiling you), get the latest on the new project from Basic Instinct director Paul Verhoeven.

I must dash - they're about to award the Palm Dog in town. What's that? Find out on Monday, when you can see my final reports from the coalface of cinema.