Hollywood Peacock Parade

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We’re here in Hollywood California to celebrate the biggest gathering of Narcissists and Prima Donnas in the world — Welcome to the Oscars! Yay!! I’m the one and only, Inigo Montoya de Los Angeles the Third, and I’m your host for tonight! Approaching the red carpet in her fuel efficient, recently rented, 20 foot long, 100 seat EV limousine is wanna-be Israeli-superstar Elizabeth Mephiboseth.”

“Tell me Miss Mephiboseth, who seth your hair to look like theth?”

“I would like to thank Theodoro Liberetho who spent three days concocting this spethial hair gel to make my dream come throo.”

“And what dream wath thet?”

“To look like a Fee-cock! Can’t you thell?”

“Hmmm …”

“Can’t you thell? Honestly, can’t you thell? … “

“Okay … moving right along, here comes Audrey Coca Cola dressed in a flaming, sparkling, red, evening gown with strategically placed slits that leave little to the imagination.”

“Such a daring attire Miss Audrey … tell me, who are you wearing tonight, Miss Audrey?”

“This gown was designed by Hanna Coco Banana and … and … excuse me … my face is up here, Inigo!“

“Sorry, Miss Audrey, I got lost in my imagination.”

“I thought you said there was little left for your imagination?”

“I guess I was wrong … imagine that?”

END OF THIS LIVE OSCAR COVERAGE

I don’t know about you, but I’ve stopped watching these silly extravagant award nights. Little wonder that their TV ratings have have tumbled year after year. It’s just a manufactured hedonistic event produced by self-important people. Their goal is to shock you — throw a little controversial statement … flaunt a little nudity — and be the talk of the town. Pulease! Who cares what they’re wearing? Who cares what they have to say about World Peace? These are actors and actresses who memorize unoriginal lines and play roles all the time. What could be more fake than that?

I see a lot of insecure faces begging for approval … hoping to grab the attention of directors and producers who will land them their next job. Honestly, these actors are always on the lookout for jobs. Do you realize that many of them spend a majority of their time jobless?! No surprise that there are a lot of politics, schmoozing and kissing that are necessary to land a role.

“Hello Mr. Epstein! Good evening Mr. Weinstein! I think you dropped your bathrobe, Mr. Frunkenstein.”

Except for a very few, would it be a stretch to say that many of them have no personal conviction? Don’t they just follow the leader? They remind me of a gang of hyenas where the top dog dictates when to laugh, who to attack, what to fear and who to idolize. Oh, but they do have power — but it is power based on subjective popularity that depends on the ever-changing winds of the season.

I’d like to send them my 11 year old grandson who speaks his mind. He tells you if your teeth are crooked or if you are fat. He has no filters; but boy, is he honest. I can see him at the red carpet and warning them: “Excuse me Mr. Emperor, you aren’t wearing any clothes.”

And how many times has the Academy given the awards to the wrong people? Historically, a lot of the winners struggled at the box office. (I still can’t believe John Wayne won best actor for True Grit in 1970). It’s almost like the Academy is pushing an agenda rather than rewarding artistic achievement. If Barbie can win an award, if Jimmy Kimmel is the best host they can get, you know there’s something amiss.

But there is hope. There is always hope. The technology has made it possible for several independent film makers to produce movies without the big Hollywood budget. Gather a good story, an original concept, true artists and a beautiful message to share — and I’m there. Indeed, every once in a while true gems emerge from the façade. As long as man enjoys a good story, there will be cinema.

But this is just me. Do you agree? TGIF people!

Raoul

BTW, in case you’re interested, TravelingBoy.com has their own list of award-winning movies. I respect this list more than politicized Hollywood.

“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.” — Marilyn Monroe

“Truly I say to you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment than for that city.” — Matthew 10:15

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Thanks to Ed of Studio City. CA

Original art by Raoul Pascual.

Parting Shots

Thanks to Maling of New Manila, Philippines

Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Thanks to Drew of Anaheim, CA

Thanks to Tom of Pasadena, CA

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