Cannes Winners: Ceylan Dedicates his Palme d'Or to the dead of Turkey's Gezi Protests

Nuri Bilge Ceylan wins the Palme d'Or for Winter's Sleep

There was a giant cheer as the Turkish director's name was called.

Ceylan adds the Palme d'Or to his previous Cannes wins, having picked up lesser prizes for his other films Uzak, Three Monkeys and Once Upon a Time in Anatolia in previous years. The Palme win makes him only the second Turkish director to fondle the fronds. Yilmaz Guney and Serif Goren’s The Way took the prize in 1982.

In his speech Ceylan dedicated the Palme d'Or to "all the young people of Turkey, including those who lost their lives” acknowledging the deaths during the Gezi protests in Turkey one year ago this May.


The Grand Prix goes to Alice Rohrwacher's The Wonders

Alice Rohrwacher, the second youngest director in competition and one of only two female directors selected this year, wins for her film The Wonders. It's a drama about a bee-keeping family that failed to stir up much buzz after its premiere, but it got its sting into the jury.

Adding an extra note of irony to Rohrwacher’s victory was the fact that the festival had been rife with speculation that the other female director in competition, Japanese helmer Naomi Kawase, would win a major prize for her latest drama, “Still the Water.” But Kawase, who previously won the Grand Prix for 2007′s “The Mourning Forest” and the Camera d’Or for her 1997 debut, “Suzaku,” came up empty-handed, throwing cold water on early rumors that she would win the Palme as a result of some feminist statement by a jury led by Jane Campion.

“The gender of the filmmakers never entered our discussions,” Campion said at the press conference held immediately after the ceremony. “We were moved by and responded to the films.”

Bennett Miller wins best director for Foxcatcher

Bennett Miller's grabs a deserved win for Foxcatcher. Steve Carell stars as eccentric billionaire John Du Pont, who's dream of financing a world-beating wrestling team brought him into ill-fated contact with Olympic champions Dave and Mark Schultz (played by Mark Ruffalo and Channing Tatum). Keep an eye on Foxcatcher. It's likely to get next year's Oscars in a choke hold.

The Jury prize is shared by Xavier Dolan's Mommy and Jean-Luc Godard's Goodbye to Language

Whoops and cheers in the press room as Xavier Dolan's name is called out. Mommy - a joyous, moving drama about the dangerously close relationship between a mother and her violent son - got a lot of love from critics here.

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Boos and howls as it's announced that Jean-Luc Godard's Goodbye to Language will share the prize. Godard's film was much more polarising here. Perhaps because of the use of voice-over ... in the voice of Godard's dog.

Dolan is very much in the moment. He cries, thanks Jane Campion for The Piano, marvels at "this crazy business". Godard is - once again - absent. Perhaps he's at home crying or taking the dog for a walk.

Best actor goes to Timothy Spall

Told you. Timothy Spall wins best actor for his masterful performance as grunting, humping genius JMW Turner. He hasn't prepared a speech, he's happy to be in the spotlight for once. "I've always been the bridesmaid, it's nice to be the bride".

Tim pulls out a mobile phone to read out his list of thank yous. It interferes with the radio mics in the auditorium sending a stuttering blast of feedback across the hall. Tim just keeps on going, thanking Mike Leigh, his co-stars, producer Georgina Lowe ... "I could go on forever," he says. He might just do that.

The speech rolls on. He's been talking for 6 minutes so far by my count. The Oscars would have played him off by now. But this is Cannes, where the artist is king and bride both. Keep going Tim. Keep going on into the night. You've earned it.


Best actress is Julianne Moore for Maps to the Stars

A giant whoop in among the tappity-tap-tapping press as Julianne Moore takes the best actress prize for her grand-standing performance as a crazed Hollywood dame in David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars.

Moore's not here. She's back in LA, where the stars are crazy and the dead talk to the famous (at least, according to Cronenberg). She's sent a lackey to pick up the prize for her.

"Vive Los Angeles," says the lackey. "Vive David Cronenberg, Vive Julianne Moore and Vive La France" Vive all that. And Vive Les Lackeys too.