The great thing about waking up to worldwide baloney is realising the pretentious bs that these privileged pretenders have used to justify their existence.
We will never really know how much manipulation and fakery the industry has thrown at us for the last century but we can have a pretty good guess.
Born into this family of fakers, there is a daily discovery of who is related to who, who worked with who , who lived next door to who, who trained with who and who created kids with who. Yes it really is down to who you know and what you are prepared to do for the money and billing
I accept that there are indeed artists from all kinds of backgrounds who do indeed have some creative merit to offer and inspire. However after the discerning working man gives them an inch, as a distraction from his long day striving to bring home the bacon, the homemakers and kids are subject to the mind controlling romantic TV and comsumerism. Then the rot sets in. The advertising agenda rolls out its greedy tongue.
Decades later the players get the ultimate attention, in exclusive interviews and paying homage on Lipton's show, to prattle on and on about their craft in the most poetic of ways, if we are lucky. We are left to believe they are truly possessed of unique talent that we can only dream of as we return to our cubicles and typing pools.
Holly wood or noo yawk broadway proclaims its admiration for the tortured writers and insecure performers, each paid to produce stories to influence and change the outlook and morals of the common man. Our common sense is questioned and challenged until we no longer know how to live and what standards to maintain. The language changes as each generation is given new idles to mimic and flimsy reasons to destroy their parents values. At this point, the movies excel with drug and crime related nihilism and the award industry ensures that our emotions keep up with hopeless emotions and the numbness that fiat greed brings.
Lipton, a transparent faker, fawns and skims through the invitees contrived careers. The innocent audience get the occasional anecdote or blunt opinion about intimacies or behind the scenes events and we are encouraged to value this cunning industry's product and wow at its cleverness.
The trickery of lighting, camera angles, hair stylists and disguising body shape attire to beautify the very ugly or ordinary club members, camoflages the insidious upside down message that we absorb while staring at the smoke and mirrors.
Fairy tales and myths that were passed down and written as a warning to children and encouragement to the spiritually faithful are now filmed as an assault on the senses in cinemas with volcanic sound and CGI faces and shapes.
Lipton's passing is timely indeed when deep fakes are taking over and no one needs to hear sentences about the craft. Clichées and clickbait mantras are spoonfed to the tiktok minimum wage commuters. Dreams are not needed when you have multi racial AI pixar characters cohabitating in apocalytic settings and brightly coloured princess magic for homeless little girls to know they will never,ever create.
We will never really know how much manipulation and fakery the industry has thrown at us for the last century but we can have a pretty good guess.
Born into this family of fakers, there is a daily discovery of who is related to who, who worked with who , who lived next door to who, who trained with who and who created kids with who. Yes it really is down to who you know and what you are prepared to do for the money and billing
I accept that there are indeed artists from all kinds of backgrounds who do indeed have some creative merit to offer and inspire. However after the discerning working man gives them an inch, as a distraction from his long day striving to bring home the bacon, the homemakers and kids are subject to the mind controlling romantic TV and comsumerism. Then the rot sets in. The advertising agenda rolls out its greedy tongue.
Decades later the players get the ultimate attention, in exclusive interviews and paying homage on Lipton's show, to prattle on and on about their craft in the most poetic of ways, if we are lucky. We are left to believe they are truly possessed of unique talent that we can only dream of as we return to our cubicles and typing pools.
Holly wood or noo yawk broadway proclaims its admiration for the tortured writers and insecure performers, each paid to produce stories to influence and change the outlook and morals of the common man. Our common sense is questioned and challenged until we no longer know how to live and what standards to maintain. The language changes as each generation is given new idles to mimic and flimsy reasons to destroy their parents values. At this point, the movies excel with drug and crime related nihilism and the award industry ensures that our emotions keep up with hopeless emotions and the numbness that fiat greed brings.
Lipton, a transparent faker, fawns and skims through the invitees contrived careers. The innocent audience get the occasional anecdote or blunt opinion about intimacies or behind the scenes events and we are encouraged to value this cunning industry's product and wow at its cleverness.
The trickery of lighting, camera angles, hair stylists and disguising body shape attire to beautify the very ugly or ordinary club members, camoflages the insidious upside down message that we absorb while staring at the smoke and mirrors.
Fairy tales and myths that were passed down and written as a warning to children and encouragement to the spiritually faithful are now filmed as an assault on the senses in cinemas with volcanic sound and CGI faces and shapes.
Lipton's passing is timely indeed when deep fakes are taking over and no one needs to hear sentences about the craft. Clichées and clickbait mantras are spoonfed to the tiktok minimum wage commuters. Dreams are not needed when you have multi racial AI pixar characters cohabitating in apocalytic settings and brightly coloured princess magic for homeless little girls to know they will never,ever create.