- The Oscars: The empty-headed self-obsessed, in a four-hour orgy of empty-headed self-obsession. No thanks. Didn’t watch ’em. The only way I’d have watched ’em is if I’d been sentenced to do so.
- They spent, how many hundreds of millions of dollars on this whine and dine fest. Couldn’t they have spent, say, a million bucks on the thing, and given the rest to cancer research?
- At the end, they mucked up the Best Picture announcement. Yawn. Couldn’t care less.
- Why is it so prestigious to win one of these things? Haven’t they handed out something like 60,000 of ’em over the years? They hand ’em out like candy!
- I’m not a big movie buff, and still I guarantee you I wouldn’t recognize more than 99% of all recipients, and that makes sense. However, I guarantee you that a real movie buff wouldn’t recognize more than, say, 98% of all recipients.
- Some poor schlub, or schlubs, will lose his or their job(s) over the end-of-show muck-up. Shame. Such a trivial thing, of such little consequence.
- Movies are entertainment. They might have wonderful or stupid things to say, but here’s the bottom line: they’re not actually important. They reflect only what someone else thinks. Someone who just might be wrong in what he thinks.
- Word has it that all the bloviating was left-wing. Though, you and I both know it, there were Conservatives in the audience. Here’s an observation: whenever a whole bunch of people present a unanimous perspective, that’s the very first indication that other opposing perspectives are being actively suppressed.
- When you have the appearance of unanimity, you also frequently have the quashing of dissent. This is the hallmark of third-world, tinpot dictatorships. Yes, the culture of Hollywood has the most in common with totalitarian dictatorships.