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SUNDAY, 1 MARCH 2026

The Digest — Sunday, 1 March 2026

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It's March 1st, 2026, and somewhere between a Hollywood megadeal, a war people are actively betting on, and Olivia Dean winning everything in sight, there's a lot to untangle.

Let's start with the biggest number in the room. One hundred and eleven billion dollars. That's what Paramount is paying to acquire Warner Bros. Discovery — a deal that, if it closes, reshapes Hollywood more dramatically than anything in a generation. Two studios, both of which have spent the last few years lurching from one crisis to the next, deciding that the answer to their problems is each other. Maybe it works. Maybe you've just combined two struggling companies into one enormous struggling company. The cynical read is that scale is the last competitive advantage left when you're getting eaten alive by Netflix. Which brings us, neatly, to Netflix — because Netflix was apparently in talks to buy Warner Bros. themselves, and then... walked away. The reason, reportedly? Co-CEO Ted Sarandos told Donald Trump, quote, "I took your advice." That sentence contains multitudes. What we do know is that Netflix, after years of being the existential threat, is now apparently taking business direction from the Oval Office. Make of that what you will.

From Hollywood to the Pentagon. Anthropic has had a strange week. They've been in fraught negotiations with the US military — details are murky, but the friction was real enough to make headlines — and the weird outcome is that Claude, their AI assistant, shot up to number two in the App Store. Nothing markets a product like a good controversy. But there's a deeper story here, and it's one worth sitting with. Anthropic, like OpenAI and Google DeepMind, has spent years making serious, public promises about responsible AI governance. The implicit deal was: trust us, we'll police ourselves, we don't need heavy regulation because we take this seriously. And that argument held some water when it felt like regulation was coming anyway. But now, in this political climate, external oversight looks increasingly unlikely. Which means the self-governance promises are all that's left — and those promises have no enforcement mechanism whatsoever. The trap Anthropic built for itself is the trap they all built: make enough noise about safety to sound credible, acquire enough power that it matters, and then discover there's nothing actually stopping you from doing whatever you want. That's not an accusation. It's a structural problem. And it's getting harder to ignore.

Meanwhile, Polymarket — the prediction market platform — is defending its decision to allow people to bet on war. Specifically, on when the US would next strike Iran. That has now happened. People have died. And Polymarket is calling its service "invaluable." I'll be honest with you: prediction markets do have genuine informational value. Aggregating what people are willing to put money on can tell you things polls can't. But there's a version of this that starts to feel less like a forecasting tool and more like a casino with better branding. Betting on the timing of an airstrike — one where real human beings are killed — and then defending it while the rubble is still warm is a particular kind of tone-deafness. The site will probably be fine. That's the more unsettling part.

On a completely different note — and I mean that as a genuine gear shift — the Brit Awards happened last night in Manchester, and Olivia Dean won four of them. Artist of the year, album of the year, song of the year. Twenty-six years old. If you haven't listened to her yet, this is your third or fourth warning. Beyond the trophies, what was interesting was the mood backstage. Artists including Wolf Alice, Wet Leg, and Loyle Carner used the platform to talk about Reform UK's rise — "scary times" was a phrase that came up more than once. British musicians have always had a complicated relationship with political commentary, but right now that reticence seems to be dissolving. Whether that translates into anything beyond red-carpet quotes remains to be seen.

And finally, Neil Sedaka died this week at 86. Breaking Up Is Hard to Do. Calendar Girl. Laughter in the Rain. Solitaire. A career that spanned from Brill Building songwriter-for-hire in the 1950s to genuine pop star to emphatic 1970s comeback — which almost never happens. He was a genuine craftsman, the kind of songwriter who understood that a great melody is an act of generosity toward the listener. Eighty-six years. Not a bad run at all.

That's the week's first Sunday. Hold it loosely.

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