Hollywood is known for many things, not least of which is the infamous “red carpet”. So when an event is labeled as a “red carpet event,” such as the movie wrap party I was invited to attend on Thursday at Station at the W Hotel Hollywood, certain expectations come to mind. You expect glitz and glitter, paparazzi, and star after star to saunter past the flashing bulbs. But more than anything, you expect glamour.
Let me preface what I’m about to say next with my sincere apologies to anyone who might find it demeaning or harsh, as it’s meant with the best of intentions. A red carpet is just a red carpet until a pair of stilettos or tuxedo worn by a noteworthy person walks across it and poses for a camera. I could buy a six-by-four block of red carpet, place it in my driveway, throw up a backdrop, invite some “noteworthy” friends to walk down it, have their photos taken, and there you go – a red carpet event.
Call me cynical, but growing up in Los Angeles you see a lot of the pomp and circumstance that goes into the promotion of Hollywood, be it film, television, or any other form of entertainment. It brings out the best of LA and the worst of LA. The best realize it’s all a show, a platform to create buzz, and a means to an end, which in ideal scenarios results in box office blockbusters, off-the-charts ratings, or at the very least, numbers that don’t result in red ink. The worst take it all very seriously, finding superficial importance in the stroll down the red carpet and self esteem in a photo being snapped. (Note to the sociology students out there: this would be a phenomenal case study.)
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