Chalamet, how to lose a 'safe' Oscar through pride

The waning and more-than-black moon of Timothée Chalamet had already materialised despite the fact that the actor tried at the Dolby Theatre in Hollywood to shine in white attire during one of the most important evenings of his career. Unfortunately for him, even the improvised guise didn't stand a chance: he looked like 'an ice cream man', the style experts judged, and how can you blame them?

But we, who like 'disguises' when they make sense and do not lapse into gratuitousness, all this matters little, were it not for the fact that the robe in this case made the monk: because the 30-year-old performer of Marty Supreme had more than fulfilled his role well, which would perhaps have earned him the statuette's laurel of commendation, if, and I mean if, he had only known how to keep quiet, something he would evidently have had, ouch ouch, nothing to complain about today.

Because ours, to whom we confess we don't have the greatest sympathy or even applause (we would have voted for the extraordinary Wagner Moura from The Secret Agent), had - as the (over)predicted favourite - the statuette almost in his pocket, until a few days ago when, with candid nonchalance, the wretch when asked replied: "I don't want to work in ballet or opera... areas where people keep this thing alive that nobody cares about any more". And so the host of Variety, in the inauspicious chat with Matthew McConaughey, thinking - what the heck - to stitch on himself precisely and in a jiffy the image of handsome and damned a la James Dean (sic!), instead dug his own grave!

Of course, the voting for the Oscars was already drawing to a close, but these statements - which generated extreme controversy and reactions from the public and various theatres around the world - came after several other rather arrogant phrases, in which Chalamet spoke of himself as a 'top player'.

The Academy, and it has long been known, does not like such things, and may not like them for the future of his career either. Neither do we, and we try to speculate, did the brazen haughtiness of his Marty Supreme mislead him? Was he perhaps 'too much on the side' even off the set? Or just a sudden excess of arrogance, also supreme? It is not known.