I am French, and I apologize for this. Jacques Audiard should enjoy his retirement, he should have done so after he did the Prophet in 2009, as obviously everything went wrong since then. This film feels like a tone-deaf disaster from a director who clearly has no grasp of Mexican culture, or even where the country is on a map. The awkward, poorly spoken Spanish from the American cast underscores the lack of real research or respect. Worse yet, it reduces genuine social issues to cheap spectacle.
Everyone knows by then Cannes has become awkwardly self-centered over the years, mostly to favor French productions, gradually eroding its prestige.
Audiard - probably a racist himself, as it's ok to say "Spanish is a language of the poor" on French TV and no ones blinks - may embody what is currently happening to France nowadays: the slow sinking of a nation's culture, at times arrogant, always looking in the past. Becoming a museum for people to come, visit and see, and not even noticing it.