Cannes Chaos: Fashion Police Finally Win
The Croisette has officially jumped the shark.
Cannes Chaos: Fashion Police Finally Win
The Croisette has officially jumped the shark. After years of increasingly desperate attention-grabbing stunts masquerading as "fashion statements," Cannes has finally imposed a dress code. About time, honestly.
Look, I live for a moment. Cher at the Oscars in Bob Mackie? Art. Björk's swan dress? Iconic. But there's a difference between making a statement and making a scene. When your "topless" gown forces festival organisers to draft actual rules, you've crossed from avant-garde into desperate-for-relevance territory.
Demi Moore's appearance has the internet clutching pearls over her dramatic weight loss, while Turkish actress Melisa Aslı Pamuk is somehow "dividing X users" with her look. Here's the thing about Cannes: it's supposed to celebrate cinema. When the red carpet generates more headlines than the films, we've lost the plot entirely.
Speaking of losing plots — Eurovision 2026 is happening and I'm already exhausted. Bulgaria's Dara is explaining the "meaning" behind "Bangaranga" (apparently it's about ADHD), while Australia's Delta Goodrem promises to "carry a Eurovision win forever." The UK's sending Look Mum No Computer to tonight's semi-final, which feels very on-brand for our current relationship with Europe.
But here's what's actually worth your attention: Netflix's fictional K-pop demon hunters are going on a real world arena tour. One-hundred-fifty cities in 2027. This is either the most brilliant marketing coup ever or we've officially entered the post-reality era of entertainment.
The Royal Mint is celebrating Pink Floyd with rainbow prism coins, joining Bowie and Freddie Mercury in their "music legends" series. Finally, currency that matters. "Dark Side of the Moon" taught us more about the human condition than most films manage.
Meanwhile, Adam Scott's getting spooked in "Hokum," a horror film that apparently makes you question if you're watching the right movie. In this media landscape, that might be the most honest artistic statement possible.
Watch This: Skip the Cannes coverage and revisit "The Wall." Pink Floyd understood spectacle without sacrificing substance — a lesson the Croisette desperately needs.