Eons ago, upon learning that Barak Obama, aka the Magic Lightbringer, had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for doing sweet diddly-squat, I rightfully concluded that the Nobel Peace Prize had completed its long embarrassing journey to absolute irrelevance. I opined that frivolous Canadian Idol awards meant more because at least Idol recipients had to “do stuff.”
Well, I’m happy to report that the Oscars have also completed their long sanctimonious, holier-than-thou, pilgrimage to pure pointlessness. With today’s woke-minded announcement that films must be “sufficiently diverse” to qualify for a Best Picture Oscar, the Oscars are no longer even pretending to be about quality. Frankly, it would be more honest to simply “cancel” the Best Picture Oscar and replace it with a “Wokist Picture Oscar.”
At least one actor from an underrepresented racial or ethnic group must be cast in a significant role.
The story must center on women, L.G.T.B.Q. people, a racial or ethnic group or the disabled.
At least 30 percent of the cast must be actors from at least two of those four underrepresented categories.
Strictly applied, Hollyweirdo’s new diversity rules would eliminate Hamlet. Hamlet has no overtly-out gay characters2, no preening lesbians, no bitchy bull dykes, no flouncing pussy boys. And, even worse, Hamlet, in all its iambic pentameter’ized glory, is about pale white Danes. Where’s the diversity?