…and especially Warren Beatty (and the desiccated remains of Theadora Van Runkle’s mannequin). I take full responsibility for last night’s Oscar meltdown. Clearly Mr. Beatty has not recovered from the shock of my revealing that Bonnie and Clyde were willing tools of the government and that their story was made of whole cloth. Another win for POM!
On the other hand, what happened may have been a desperate attempt by the 79 year old star to sell tickets to his upcoming film which features himself as Howard Hughes, one of the great hoax generators of all time. (HH is certainly ripe to be POM’d) Two young British actors, one in a dress, are featured in a supporting love story, but I seriously doubt anyone but the truly desperate would earmark 15 to 20 bucks, US, to see such a turkey.
Then again, the whole farrago may have been a nod to the “alternate facts” meme and that there can be two wholly different realities to choose from: One is a love story with show tunes to back a lesbian actress and a cardboard cutout heart throb and the other is black guys doing drugs and being gay. Well, maybe there’s only one reality in Hollywood: Gay…
Jerry and George in unison: “Not that there is anything wrong with that!”
Meanwhile, I’d like to introduce a blogger who I’ve enjoyed over the years, Christopher Loring Knowles. As far as Hoo Haw goes, he handles it better than anyone and has allowed me to keep up with some of this stuff via the musings of this cautious observer.
This is a link to one of his Oscar breakdowns: