Nothing says a level playing field quite like one U.S. distributor collecting its seventh consecutive Palme d’Or at Cannes. Neon keeps extending the record while the rest of the festival fields look like they showed up for participation trophies. The PR line that this “reshapes the modern record books” translates to a single company treating the Croisette like its personal subscription service.
The spin suggests brilliant taste and timing. Reality shows a locked-in pipeline that turns jury decisions into predictable quarterly results. Every new win gets sold as proof of genius curation, which conveniently skips how many other films arrived without the same built-in distribution guarantee already waiting at the exit.
Mungiu’s Fjord entering the streak only deepens the pattern. Another strong entry arrives, another top prize leaves with the same logo on the press notes. The math keeps working out too neatly for anyone still claiming pure merit decides everything.
