Is it any wonder that so many of them, including Humphrey Bogart, William Holden, Sonny Tufts, Robert Walker, John Barrymore and Bing Crosby, tried to find their refuge and possibly their lost manhood in a bottle of booze?
On the plus side, it may also help explain why, honest patriotism aside, when World War II rolled around, so many of the major stars -- Jimmy Stewart, Robert Montgomery, Tyrone Power, Clark Gable -- walked away from huge contracts to enlist in the military. Back then, even the stars who didn’t or couldn’t get into the service because of age, marital status or physical liabilities, made propaganda films, joined USO troupes, toured the country selling U.S. war bonds and regularly visited military hospitals.
Hollywood is such a different place these days that it might as well exist in a whole other galaxy.
Now, you have the likes of Sean Penn paying his respects to Saddam Hussein and Hugo Chavez, and taking bows for his courage. You have everyone from Tim Robbins to Billy Crystal slandering the president and insisting that America is a far greater threat to democracy than China or Iran.
Far from feeling even slightly guilty about their wealth and their life styles, these spoiled brats insist it’s our country that should be guilt-ridden. They have raised hypocrisy, if not their movies, to the level of an art form.
Even if you overlook their hatred of President Bush who, for all his various failings, received 55 million votes in 2004, and their disdain of the U.S. military during a time of war, there’s the matter of their taking Al Gore’s global warming warning to their collective bosoms. Now, it’s one thing for me, a devout non-believer to pooh-pooh the threat to polar bears and to go on my merry way. But wouldn’t you think that someone who regarded Mr. Gore as the new messiah would question his sincerity when he gads about in private jets and lives in a mansion? I think you would if you yourself were the least bit sincere, and not just another derriere-kissing sycophant. But when like George Clooney and Leonardo DiCaprio, you also spend half your life in Lear jets and limos, and live in a series of homes the size of castles, the deal is that nobody ever asks an embarrassing question or points out an obvious truth. Instead, you hold banquets and present one another with awards that contain the word “environment.”
The plain truth is that if guys like DiCaprio, Clooney and Robert Redford, were women, they’d be called bimbos.