You're in Cannes. There are photographers from all around the world taking your picture at every second that they have visual access to you. Your career hasn't been half of what it was for a very long time. What do you do? Well, if you're Sharon Stone, you hop out of the boat you're in wearing either wet, flesh-colored panties or with none at all. Actually, you guys tell me, because I can't discern it for myself.