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Actor and comedian Ricky Gervais did the unthinkable Sunday night: he made an awards show interesting. As millionaire celebrities and billionaire moguls congratulated each other at the start of another tedious awards season, Gervais took a flamethrower to the house of cards.
In this room are some of the most important TV and film executives in the world. People from every background. They all have one thing in common: They’re all terrified of Ronan Farrow. He’s coming for ya. Talking of all you perverts, it was a big year for pedophile movies. Surviving R. Kelly, Leaving Neverland, Two Popes. Shut up. Shut up. I don’t care. I don’t care.
…You could binge-watch the entire first season of “Afterlife” instead of watching this show. That’s a show about a man who wants to kill himself ’cause his wife dies of cancer and it’s still more fun than this. Spoiler alert, season two is on the way so in the end he obviously didn’t kill himself. Just like Jeffrey Epstein. Shut up. I know he’s your friend but I don’t care.
…Apple roared into the TV game with “The Morning Show,” a superb drama about the importance of dignity and doing the right thing, made by a company that runs sweatshops in China. Well, you say you’re woke but the companies you work for in China — unbelievable. Apple, Amazon, Disney. If ISIS started a streaming service you’d call your agent, wouldn’t you?
So if you do win an award tonight, don’t use it as a platform to make a political speech. You’re in no position to lecture the public about anything. You know nothing about the real world. Most of you spent less time in school than Greta Thunberg.
So if you win, come up, accept your little award, thank your agent, and your God and [expletive] off, OK? It’s already three hours long.
Some in the crowd laughed, most gasped, and a few seemed genuinely upset. The online Wokerati bashed Gervais as “right-wing,” claiming he “punched down” on “marginalized” superstars. Entertainment reporters feigned disgust, wanting to protect access to that sweet Oscars swag.
Hollywood is founded on ridiculing corporations, suburbs, the religious, flyover country, conservatives, et al., but tell a few jokes at their expense? That just isn’t done.
Quite like the news media, another industry eager to give each other awards for bashing everyone in sight yet remarkably thin-skinned to the slightest criticism sent their way.
Both remind me of a loose musical genre in the early ’90s derided as “The Scene That Celebrates Itself.” This group of bands from London to Oxford played similar music, cheered each others’ gigs, and often shared band members. The UK’s music press treated this good-natured collaboration with contempt; bands are supposed to feud with each other. That’s what sells magazines.
Today, the entertainment world and mainstream journalism are scenes that exist primarily to celebrate themselves and the hell with everyone else. They are as prone to hypocrisy as any other industry but are appalled at anyone daring to point it out.
Laugh at yourselves, Hollywood. Ricky and the rest of us surely are.