Back in 2001, when the Oscars were still somewhat bearable, I remember being elated that the movie Gladiator won so many awards. Other than the fact that it was a great movie, there was something spitefully delicious in witnessing a victory that the elitist class clearly felt was unworthy but, their manicured hand forced by box office reality, was grudgingly obliged to recognize in order to save face.
Why didn’t the elites like Gladiator? Because it pitted a materialistic, power-hungry totalitarian attempting to dissolve senatorial checks on his authority against a commoner-turned-warrior who lives, fights, and dies for such quaint notions of family, country, and the gods. Sound familiar? I suspect the Hollywood types actually enjoyed the movie until the closing scenes when they realized, flabbergasted, that Emperor Commodus was understood to be the bad guy.
Gladiator also presented an image of the masculine ideal that is utterly at odds with everything Hollywood stands for. At the time, the Academy was lecturing us rubes that thoroughly unwatchable dreck such as The Talented Mr. Ripley is the standard towards which to strive. It is a classical example of projection. Like Mr. Ripley, leftists are timid, scared, equivocating, deceitful, vengeful, and sexually confused, and they think you should be too.
Fast forward to today, and we find that Top Gun: Maverick is loved by the masses and hated by the elites for many of the same reasons. ................To Read More.....
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