Wednesday
Hollywood is coming under much deserved criticism for, amongst other things, its sleazy and long-standing tradition of sleeping your way to the top.
“Sexing your way to the top of the ladder is not victimhood, it’s prostitution,” Elizabeth Johnston
In the midst of all that dis-illuminating muck, I would like to offer a more optimistic view from this grand American industry. Hollywood is bringing back a long-neglected genre.
The Greatest Showman is a dancing/singing musical. In these PC times of great miserableness, it could be a breath of fresh air. At a time when jokes have been banished and twaddle about cultural appropriation, hurt feelings and gender-fluidity etc. have been spoken of without people gasping for air with laughter, we need a lighthearted break.
While Hollywood has come to encapsulate all that is vacuous and vapid about this bland and dismally stupid age, so it can now usher in an age of gaiety and wholesomeness.
That must include a new generation of real stars – ones untarnished by the current shenanigans.
Be gone with all of the bitter and twisted damsels in faux distress, and all their soy-boy, demi-men admirers – let a new age of laughter and happiness, not to mention decency, begin.