He’s poor. She’s rich. He’s disenfranchised. She’s entitled. And they’re both really, really angry. Two people. Thrown into each other’s paths on their own very different, very bad days.
Sadly, in the cloud of political correctness, the best movie of the year has been obliterated. I defy you ever, in your lifetime, to see a more brilliant work of art than Mark Mylod’s The Menu.
I don’t for a second condone what Smith did, but Hollywood is a nest of vipers, double standards, and a breeding ground for hypocrisy of many kinds.
If there was a defining moment in the Oscars’ history, it was La La Land producer Jordan Horowitz, statuette still in hand, stepping up to the microphone and giving Moonlight their moment in the sun. They had been denied their big announcement, but I suspect the end result overwhelmed initial disappointment. That hug between Horowitz and Moonlight producer Barry Jenkins will go down in history not as a moment of horror, but one of strength and unity.