In a world where sequined gowns and tuxedos are tossed around like confetti, a strange thing happened last Sunday night: the Oscars tried to pretend they still mattered. Hollywood’s glitziest evening managed to seduce 18 million viewers, which sounds impressive until you realize it’s a nosedive from yesteryears when half the nation tuned in. But, oh, how the mighty have fallen! You’d think they were passing out free Oscars on street corners.
The Oscars circus had its spotlight set on “Emilia Pérez,” a Spanish-language musical. But then, BAM! A plot twist fit for Tinseltown itself. Enter stage right: the actor identifying as an actress had a few dusty old tweets that slid into the limelight. These tweets committed the ultimate Hollywood taboo: slandering St. George Floyd.
The digital lynch mob was quick to lever those tweets against the movie’s Oscar dreams. It’s rich with irony, isn’t it? Hollywood, which can’t seem to get enough of its self-righteousness, found itself ducking for cover as the awards season drama unfolded. The actor-turned-actress lamented about being crucified without a fair trial. Bizarrely, she was met with sympathy from the same protesters who demanded her metaphorical head.
Ah, but Hollywood always has a plan B! This time, they turned their spotlight onto “Anora,” a cinematic gem about a sex worker who falls in love with a Russian oligarch’s son. Talk about setting the bar high! They marketed this masterpiece like it reinvented the genre, claiming it made “Pretty Woman” seem like a PG-rated fairy tale. In your wildest dreams, only in Hollywood would glorifying the sex industry be considered an act of empowerment.
Hollywood sure knows how to make headlines even when they don’t deserve them. Meanwhile, they guilt-tripped the Oscars voters with obligatory diversity requirements, leaving genuinely intricate films like “Reagan” on the cutting room floor. The Hollywood elite, wrapped in their cloaks of virtue, have made it clear what they value more: towing the line of the utopian agenda rather than creative genius.
But who needs the Oscars when the internet is lighting up with memes that offer more depth than half of Hollywood’s offerings? AI-generated content is now crafting a parallel universe of satire that pokes at Hollywood with the precision of a well-aimed dart. It’s clear, folks – the digital arena is the new stage, and Hollywood’s awards have become nothing more than gold-plated doorstops. America loves a good story, but only if it isn’t drowned in politically correct rhetoric. Keep popping the popcorn; this saga is far from over.
