Ever wonder what Jennifer Lawrence does when she gets the hiccups? This reporter just happened to be passing by the Hunger Games star at last night’s celebrity-packed Vanity Fair Cannes Film Festival party when Lawrence cried out, “Seriously, I need some water now.” Attentive Lionsgate handlers rushed to find her some, while Lawrence explained to her posse, “The only thing that ever works for getting rid of hiccups for me is when I drink water and raise my arms over my head and lower them very slowly.” She said this with her arms raised skyward, as if to brace everyone around her with a preview. Then she hiccuped. “I have the water but I need a glass!” said one harried male Lionsgate handler, rushing toward Lawrence with an Evian glass bottle about a third of the way full.

“No glass, she’ll just chug it from the bottle,” said a woman from Lionsgate who seemed to be a JLaw authority.

The bottle passed from hand to hand through the crowd that had gathered out of concern, or perhaps out of curiosity to see if Lawrence is as good at getting rid of hiccups as she seems to be at everything else. The bottle finally landed in the hands of Hunger Games co-star Josh Hutcherson, who’d been standing in front of Lawrence and knew what to do. He raised the bottle to her lips. Lawrence put her arms up straight, and the ritual began.

When Lawrence said she had to lower her arms very slowly, she meant it. I got nervous staring at her, so I looked away, and looked back three times, and she’d barely lowered them past her shoulders. Hutcherson was there for her, pouring water down her gullet, through the whole possibly two-minute affair. She drained the bottle and her arms finally reached her sides. Hutcherson put the bottle down and looked up at Lawrence, who, too, seemed to anticipate that each new breath would bring a hiccup anew. A minute more passed. She and Hutcherson locked eyes and hugged. They’d beaten it.

Lawrence had been making a lot of use of her lungs that evening, which had begun at a lavish Hunger Games: Mockingjay party at a Russian oligarch’s vast villa in Antibes, down the coast from Cannes. (A financier with good information said the owner bought the property for 230 million euros.) There, she’d been sequestered with the rest of the cast in a VIP area, where she passed the time by almost-twerking to Missy Elliot’s “Work It” and backing Hutcherson into a corner with her dance moves, where he dropped into a chair and looked at her in awe as she ground her hips in the air around and over him. They’d all left that early to head to Vanity Fair’s soiree, nearby at the tony Hotel du Cap on a cliff overlooking the sea in Antibes, right around the time that word started circulating that Justin Bieber had mysteriously shown up at the VF party, and no one could be sure how long he’d stay.

Had Lawrence’s Bieber fever engineered the change of venue? Maybe so. The first thing she said upon entering the building, according to Vanity Fair’s Richard Lawson, was “I want to meet Bieber!!!” The magazine happily arranged an introduction, though Lawrence declined to take a photo, wisely realizing that it would have broken the internet. I missed that historic teen idol summit. I first spotted Lawrence, deep in protection of her posse, because she started screaming: “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!”

Those were cries of joy; she’d just spotted Alfonso Cuarón in the crowd. “I broke out my rape scream for you!” she cried and grabbed his shoulders and screamed “Ahhhhh!!!” shaking her head like a crazed fan, or a woman in distress, into his face. Cuarón seemed quite pleased with his greeting.

As the party wound down, Lawrence grabbed Hutcherson by the hand (it was a friendly sort of hand-holding) and headed for the exit. Liam Hemsworth, who’d been hanging out with Robert Pattinson for most of the night, came over with a scowl and crossed arms to block their way. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, then broke into a grin and gave them big hugs. He stayed longer. Lawrence and Hutcherson headed into the night. Perhaps they had more hiccups to conquer.

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The stars of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay had a case of dance fever Saturday at their big bash at the 67th Annual Cannes Film Festival.

Liam Hemsworth was the first to get his groove on to hits by Beyoncé, Michael Jackson and Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.
Then Jennifer Lawrence joined him for a brief wiggle to Robyn.

After that, the Oscar winner really got into some booty shaking when she and Josh Hutcherson danced together to Missy Elliott’s hip-hop anthem, “Work It.”

The party was held at a villa reportedly on the market for 150 million euro ($205 million)! The trio huddled under a tented garden with their co-star Sam Claflin and director Francis Lawrence.

J.Law looked effortlessly fabulous in a sheer black dress and green jeweled earrings, before changing into a black jumpsuit with a gold belt. Her cropped locks were light and loose.

Most guests took a 30-minute shuttle ride to the villa. The stone entryway was lit up with red lights and the franchise’s signature Mockingjay symbol hung above the doorway.

Inside models dressed in goth-like black leather, feathers and more lined a black carpet. Guests continued to drink and dance, barely noticing when the cast slipped away to destinations unknown. Also spotted at the party were Mockingjay’s Donald Sutherland and Julianne Moore as well as Scott Speedman and Kellan Lutz.

It seems that anybody who was anybody met up at the Hotel Du Cap for the Vanity Fair and Armani Film Festival party which was hosted by Giorgio Armani and Graydon Carter. Such luminaries as Russell Crowe, Naomi Watts, and fan favorite gal Jennifer Lawrence were exchanging pleasantries with other Hollywood glitterati like Alfonso Cuaron.

According to the Vanity Fair reporter on scene, the 23 year-old Hunger Games star was just as excited to meet Alfonso as he was to meet her. Apparently she “shrieked” with delight when she heard that the Gravity director asked to talk with Lawrence. There was no information as to whether Cuaron was as equally vocal about his request being granted.

Rather interestingly, Justin Bieber was not even on the list as a guest at the Hotel Du Cap party. He was a “last minute” addition, which sounds suspiciously like gate crashing but he was brought in by Vanity Fair’s Elizabeth Saltzman and escorted around by Barry Diller. The IAC chairman was seemingly not bothered by Bieber’s signature trousers which hung down on his backside, like a gangster on parole, or his white moon shoes.

Jennifer was actually quite excited to meet the Canadian pop star and bad boy. She shouted that she wanted to meet Bieber the second he arrived at the party. According to the Vanity Fair article the “V.F. staff” stepped out smartly and arranged for the Katniss Everdeen actress to meet Justin. Rather telling was Lawrence’s refusal to have a photo taken of the magnificent moment. Saying she wanted to meet the singer as “real people” and not, presumably, as part of a publicity garnering activity.