Last year, Hollywood rejected wokeism. Is this year a return to terrible form?

Last year I wrote about the Oscars and how the winners gave me hope that the woke mind virus that has gripped Hollywood for the last decade (at least) was finally starting to recede.

Most of the objectively good movies and actors were rewarded, and what few woke nominations there were, were appropriately snubbed.

I’m starting to think my optimism was premature.

It’s rare for a movie to receive 13 or more Oscar nominations, only happening 14 times before. The most nominations a movie has ever received is 14, an achievement only reached by such classics as All About Eve, La La Land, and Titanic.

Last year’s Best Picture winner, Oppenheimer, received 13 Oscar nominations, and it was an absolute powerhouse. I saw the thing twice in the theater and loved each minute.

Well, according to this metric, we have another powerhouse entrant, also receiving 13 Oscar nominations. It’s called Emelia Perez, and it’s available on Netflix.

It is awful.

You might think I hate this film because of its plot and subject matter — and, indeed, I do!

As described by the film’s star, “Karla Sofia” Gascon (quotes explained soon, I promise), this movie is many things.

“You have an action movie that is not an action movie, a drama that is not a drama, and a comedy that’s not a comedy.”

Well, that sounds about right. Gascon is nominated for Best Actress, which is perfectly fitting, as Gascon is a woman who is not a woman.

You see, Gascon was born Carlos Gascon. He is a man who suffers under the delusion that he is a woman. So this year, instead of 5 women nominated for Best Actress, there are 4 women and 1 man.

Misogynists everywhere must be celebrating.

So, back to the plot of this wretched thing: what’s it all about?

Emilia Perez tells the story of Rita, a talented lawyer trapped by the patriarchy in a dead-end job. Rita’s legal brilliance is recognized only by a rich, powerful, and murderous Mexican drug lord who pays her handsomely — not for legal services, but to help him fake his death and get “gender-affirming” care overseas.

Four years later, fully “transformed” and living under the name Emilia Perez, the drug thug has second thoughts and again employs Rita to help him reunite with his family who is told he is a distant cousin.

Insanely, this woman, his wife, who bore him two children, completely fails to ever recognize that this “woman” is the man she loved and was married to for many years.

There are several other ridiculous untruths about the reality of “gender-affirming” surgery and its horrendous effects. As far as this film is concerned, a person can change sexes and identities just like flipping a light switch. No muss, no fuss.

Anyway, Perez reunites with his family, starts a charity helping families locate the dead bodies of people who have been murdered by people like himself. He also starts dating another woman while also becoming violently jealous that his former wife is dating another man.

He then is kidnapped, has 3 fingers cut off, is in the middle of a shoot-out, and eventually dies in the trunk of a speeding car that runs off a cliff. Afterwards, he is given a funeral befitting a revered saint, complete with being borne through the streets by adoring mourners as a life-sized plastic Catholic Virgin-thing.

It’s truly bizarre.

I would have warned you above with a “Spoiler Alert!”, but honestly, if any of you see this wretched thing, you have it coming.

Oh. And this abomination is a musical, too. In fact, two of the film’s songs are up for Best Original Song. I can only describe the musical nature of this film as… bizarre. The musical scenes and their transitions (apologies for the pun) come off as simultaneously amateurish and self-indulgent.

The whole thing (much like the title character) is a discombobulated mess. Even discounting the disgusting and fantastical subject matter, it’s just… poorly done. The drama, crime, and musical elements are disjointed at best.

Nothing hangs together. The story is all over the place. If I thought it was an artistic choice, mirroring the narcissistic mental illness of the title character, I’d almost be impressed.

But it’s not. This film is trying to be serious.

Also, it’s way too long, with several unnecessary scenes and also several unnecessarily long scenes. Again, it’s amateurish and self-indulgent.

And this pile of garbage got 13 Oscar nominations? And shoved a woman out of one of the 5 nominations for Best Actress?

Awful. Shame on you, Hollywood. Snap out of it.

Naturally,

Adam

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