Let me be clear. I like Leonardo DiCaprio. He is great in movies like “Wolf of Wall Street” and “The Departed,” and “Gangs of New York” is one of the most underrated films of the last 20 years. Also, I like clean air. Breathing it is one of the most underrated things mammals get to do.
What I don’t much care for is being lectured about man-made global climate change by any multi-bazillionaire who basically would be considered an ec0-terrorist if he was, say, a bank president or running a corporation. I can live without being nagged about my carbon footprint by a guy who heats and air conditions his five mansions. I’m all set with getting shade thrown at me by a guy who (according to the leaked Sony emails) took six private jet flights in six weeks. I’ve bagged my limit of speeches about my environmental impact from a guy who gets to have orgies on a 480-foot mega yacht owned by Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan of the United Arab Emirates, who bought it by selling fossil fuels. In short, I’m done with getting fingers pointed at me by any elitist 1 percenter who kills more polar bears running their swimming pools than the other 99 percent do living productive lives.
When you rip these high-profile “green” hypocrites on social media, you always get the backlash from people accusing you of being a “denier” or “anti-science” or whatever. I’m not. I’m simply saying that if you’re going to tell the world we need to change, the perfect person to start with is yourself. And that’s a point we should all agree with.
Other notes from The Oscars:
— Chris Rock was good, he just wasn’t Chris Rock-level good. The stuff about how Hollywood is “sorority racist” was great in that it made everyone uncomfortable. But in an entertainment world that is a target-rich environment of stuff to ridicule, he never really moved on from the race jokes. As opposed to Seth MacFarlane last year, who skewered the industry all night long. Rock was Pedro Martinez in 2004. Very good by anyone else’s standards, but not up to his own.
— For the 88th Academy Awards in a row, the big loser was comedy. Adam McKay won for Best Adapted Screenplay. Which is great. Good for him. He deserved it. But prior to “The Big Short,” he wrote some of the funniest movies of the 2000s, including “Anchorman,” “Talladega Nights” and “Step Brothers,” none of which would ever get him an ounce of respect come awards time. The only way McKay would ever get recognized is by switching to drama. And once again this year, every “Worst Movies of 2016″ list will be loaded with comedies, because everyone thinks it’s easy to write funny.
— I think “Spotlight” deserved Best Picture. And on the one hand, I’d like to celebrate the fact that it all takes place in Boston and say yet again, here’s the City of Champions claiming another victory. But on the other hand, it is about the Archdiocese doing monstrous things, so it’s not exactly a love letter to the town. I guess I’ll just settle for saying that Boston is still the center of the pop culture universe. Portraying a Masshole has become to the Oscars what playing an alcoholic, a prostitute or someone with disabilities used to be. Sure, it’s not always rainbows and unicorns, but no city has been more relevant over the last couple of decades. And that’s worth something.
–Finally, congratulations to “Spotlight” for paying tribute to the great work real reporters can do and proving that journalism is still a viable American institution. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to writing about athlete sex hijinks and find out what Hollywood after-party Mr. Kraft was at.