Okay, that’s it — Joel Edgerton has just slit his own throat, Oscar-nomination-wise. He’s finished, and he did it all to himself.
Edgerton simply doesn’t get it. The absence and/or the diluting of strong, confident masculinity is what’s wrong with Hollywood films. This is why Joe and Jane Popcorn despise Hollywood types. Edgerton is lost…he thinks it’s 2020 or ’21 or ’22. Things are different now. The winds have shifted.
Edgerton’s disparaging of masculinity wasn’t that different from what the wimpy, squishy, oh-so-sensitive Paul Mescal said during last May’s Cannes Film Festival. “[Notions of masculinity] are ever shifting,” Mescal mewed. “I think maybe in cinema we’re moving away from the traditional, alpha, leading male characters.” HE to Mescal: “You contemptible little candy-ass…nothing would give me more pleasure than to sharply slap the side of your fecking head, Lee Ermey-syle.”
