The serial tanking of virtually each and every anti-war/anti-American movie that Hollywood has vomited out has been the subject of many a blogosphere post over the last week or so, but I found the ideas posited by Roger Simon to be the most disturbing. He knows Hollywood - he lives there, works there, socializes there - and his analysis of the industry's elite is just...revolting. Literally. Read his post, and one can literally visualize our so-called"legends" melting, melting into foul goo, with a writhing not unlike the last moments of the Wicked Witch of the West:
....And there is another benefit. (Here is where I am really going to make enemies.) Making movies like these or making extreme liberal public pronouncements make you seem like a good guy to yourself, when in your private life you are a miserable, self-serving bastard.
In order to understand how important that is you must never forget that Hollywood is a brutal place. It is just as vicious and competitive as dramatized in TV shows like Entourage, only nowhere near as entertaining. Only the most ambitious and determined survive and, to do that, the chances are you will not come out of the process a nice person. You will step on the backs of your colleagues, mistreat your staff and have generally erratic personal relationships based much more on status and connections than love or genuine affection.
Of course I am overstating to make a point, but I have noticed, in the years I have worked in Hollywood, that, with rare exceptions, the more successful people are, the more wretched they are to others. And those with the most obvious public liberal credentials are often the ones who are the most despicable in their private behavior...
Much of this public liberalism of the excessive knee-jerk variety stems from a form of self-loathing. These same people do not want to be bastards – life just put them in that position. But, at the same time, they do not want anyone to take away what they have – the vast acclaim and fortune – even if deep down they wonder if they are worthy. What to do? What to do?
The solution is to create another self, a kind of mini-me, who goes out and loudly proclaims what a fine liberal humanistic person he or she is- a public projection to obfuscate the private self. Sometimes this results in actual good works, but usually it is basically blather (see Streisand’s website) or dopey showing off like Sean Penn putting in an appearance with Hugo Chavez.
Other times, distorted work emerges like the current group of films no one wants to see.
There is something about this that rings so true (and I do not doubt that Roger will lose some friends over this post) that even the thought of going to another movie makes my stomach churn.
F*ck 'em all. I'm gonna stay home and watch hockey instead...