Well, I didn’t watch the Oscars on Sunday; I ended up getting sucked into an Iwo Jima documentary on PBS instead. I don’t get to the movies much anymore and it’s rare these days that I see anything that gets nominated (well, except for those agitprop penguins).
Matt Welch did, and he had quite enough of Hollywood’s self-congratulation:
I live in East Hollywood. I do not like that Bush fellow. I’m worried about Global Warming. I really liked An Inconvenient Truth (except for the horror bits where Robot Al whispering his haunted memories about some river, his son, Katherine Harris, whatever). I’m really happy that lesbians rock the mic and get married and make babies with evil David Crosby’s sperm; I’m on that team (well, not David Crosby’s, but you get the point). But watching these people congratulate each other for their enlightened views, their activism, their spreading of “awareness,” kinda makes me want to do one-handed pushups with Brent Bozell, or at least lick my hand & slap that Guggenheim kid on the back of his Gore-loving neck.