THB #296: Tuesday Night's Alright For Snoring

“It’s the best paid party of the year!”

Just remember, as you read anyone reference “Hollywood’s party of the year,” they are selling you a marketing phrase that is completely untrue.

But it’s worse than that. Until recently, I wasn’t really paying attention to the decimation of the Awards Industrial Complex that was happening as we defecate, uh, celebrate the return of The Greedy Gloms.

No Indie Spirit Awards for anyone not in that tent on the beach, which is now being paid for almost exclusively by companies being forced to buy tables at gunpoint to “honor” their nominees. They can’t even get a cable network to run the thing on tape delay, which likely means that Film Independent (still one of the worst names that an organization spent $500k coming up with ever… thanks, Dawn) won’t throw good money after memories and whatever taping of the show there is will be selfie+ level.

No SAG Awards for anyone not in that theater turned into a ballroom. They were dumped by Warner Bros Discovery…