Sad to say, though, that Hollywood loves him. For whatever reason, I have no clue. His film career features maybe three tolerable films and a whole lot of bad ones that made zero money. Yet, they were dying to give him an Oscar and did just that last Sunday for Best Adapted Screenplay for his work on that overrated mess called "BlacKkKlansman."
That lofty honor and moment in the sun, complete with a purple costume that made him resemble a character in a Roger Rabbit cartoon, backfired on the Academy. Did you hear about Spike's antics when they announced "Green Book" was the winner of Best Picture? Spike did not agree and apparently tried to storm out of the Dolby Theater, all the time flailing his arms and screaming. When they wouldn't let him out, he returned to his seat and kept his back to the stage while the "Green Book" folks were given their acceptance speech.
What an obnoxious asshole!!!
Backstage afterwards, he continued to spew his venom. He complained that whenever his film is up against one that features a chauffeur, he loses. I guess this is a reference to when his bloated and over hyped "Do the Right Thing" lost the big prize to "Driving Miss Daisy."
Puh-leze.
This is all your fault, Hollywood. Frankly, the only way this shithead gets back to the Oscars is by wearing a white jacket and pouring a bottle of Prosecco at the Governor's Ball. Realistically, given his track record for putting out unwatchable message movies, Spike should not be looking for another Oscar anytime soon.
But he's always been a pompous jerk. This is not your common man struggling to maintain a job. He's a millionaire who brings his histrionics to a courtside seat at Knicks games. He regularly proclaims his love for Brooklyn, but, most of the time, he lives in a penthouse up on the lofty Upper East Side of Manhattan. He's no self centered that he once sued Spike TV for illegally using his name for their network. As if he's the only one in the world with that name. I am guessing that there are probably thousands of pit bulls who announce to the name of "Spike" in the US alone. Meanwhile, I also hear that, as a work associate, he leaves a lot to be desired.
To sum it all up, he's a miserable excuse for a human being. But, alas alack, the dopes in Hollywood have brought him back into the mainstream one more time. Trust me, if a White nominee had pulled the shenanigans Spike did at the Oscars, that person would have already been stripped of their Academy membership card.
But not beloved Spike. When will they ever learn? When will he ever learn?
Dinner last night: Leftover beef stew.
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