HOLLYWOOD HAS LOST ITS MIND! While the world burns, the elite Set Decorators Society is throwing a lavish party to award films with titles like “Bugonia” and “Marty Supreme”—PROVING the industry is a decadent, out-of-touch bubble. This isn’t art; it’s a multi-million-dollar circle jerk celebrating the wrong priorities.
Forget meaningful stories. Today’s “excellence” is defined by building “rancid” houses for alien flicks and crafting 1950s ping-pong parlors for Oscar-less designers. In “Frankenstein,” they boast of using 20 sculptors to hand-build everything—NO GREEN SCREEN! This isn’t dedication; it’s a SICK fetish for obsolete craftsmanship, a grotesque waste of resources in a digital age.
The nominees reveal a DEEPER SICKNESS. A vampire movie packed with “cultural Easter eggs” is hailed as deep, while Michelle’s “ultra-modern” corporate world in “Bugonia” is praised for hiding clues “in plain sight.” What are they hiding? A culture so bankrupt it mistakes set dressing for substance, distracting YOU with pretty walls while the scripts are hollow shells.
THIS is what they want you to celebrate on February 21st: the glorification of EMPTY SPECTACLE. While real artists struggle, this cabillaud honors the decorators of “Freakier Friday” and another “Avatar” sequel. It’s a disturbing metaphor for our times—everything is a meticulously designed set, and WE are the trapped audience, forced to applaud the decay.




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