You’re the president of the Palestinian Authority, a darling of the western left and western media, but largely powerless in your own back yard. You’re 82 years old, in the 12th year of a four-year term, and many people are no longer taking you very seriously because your great patron and promoter, Barack Obama, is no longer President of the United States.
These have been good weeks for supporters of the U.S.-Israel alliance and peace in the Middle East. The president made history with his Jerusalem announcement, and his critics—the U.S. foreign policy establishment, Europe, the media—were embarrassed after their dire and hysterical predictions of violence failed to come true.
The problem with writing seriously about the Golden Globes is that it’s a fundamentally unserious enterprise, one in which winners are chosen by a few dozen ciphers whose outsized power leads to all sorts of whispers about corruption and celebrity suck-uppery. I know, I know: in Hollywood, it’s rarely about merit so why should the awards be any different? But still, the Golden Globes is especially egregious in its chicanery.
I think it’s fair to say that All the Money in the World will be remembered as an oddity, first and foremost. It may end up being the apotheosis of the #MeToo movement’s influence on Hollywood, a major film whose backers were so spooked by rumors of sexual misconduct that millions were spent on reshoots so an actor in it could literally be erased from the picture.
In the latest Substandard, JVL and I bravely soldier on after being abandoned by Vic, who “wanted to take an extra week off so he didn’t go insane.” And boy, is his absence felt! What a dreadful episode. Please don’t hold it against us if you choose to rate or review the show this week, of all weeks.
Anyway, after the embed, I wanted to offer some of the reasons why Vic was so missed this week. He’s really a great guy, it’ll be a shame if we have to kill the show because he quits.