It’s Oscar time! I know this because the British media, usually so prudent, has transformed itself into naked advertorial for films that usually — not always — tell America the lies about itself it most wants to hear. This is why Argo will win Best Picture. Bad Muslims want to kill us! (If I am wrong, feel free to write to me to tell me I am wrong. I will ignore you; but I promise I’ll be hurt.) So, where to go on the night of America’s mass (and failed) psychotherapeutic experiment? This glittering night when we worship the most self-hating people we can dig up — that is, actors. (How I love this paradigm. It is my favourite paradigm.) The madness is explicit.
The answer is Planet Hollywood, of course. Where else? They had the Expendables 2 premiere there, and host birthday parties for people who have PRs who hate them.
Planet Hollywood was founded by Bruce Willis, Demi Moore, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone in the early 1990s.
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