One managed to escape from your sweatshops

Rating: 1/10 (2 April 2019)

The Room as a post-irony phenomenon with a sole purpose to mock and deride performers who weren't quite performing to the caliber of the idiot audiences specification, here another symptom in late-stage capitalism finding millennial's lashing out at their own irrelevance in a society which has no place at all for them economically, socially, morally. This can only occur in a culture where entertainment is identity, culture is religion, meaning is a prank.
What seemed harmless before is becoming quite clear in hindsight what this was; the have's assaults on the have not's attempting to exit their strata through grit, sweat, and skin in the game. Once upon a time art was a noble undertaking commanding society's respect. Now it is some kind of a political badminton match, birdy smashed with might, but floating back and forth as this waving stupid thing.
Of course making him a folk hero is the consolation their hatred is good-willed, but it never has the effect they think; you see this every once in a while with David Hung or Rebecca Black, the Quasimodo made king of fools and and shortly after pummeled with tomatoes. This is ugly Americanism, an abuse of your power that your great conglomerates seeped into foreign nations and seemed to their wanting populaces as some great ideal. As in, it's your fault. But he can't pronounce words the proper way? He slurs and mutters? His world-view is slightly off, alien to highlight ours in a comical way. Of course, I mean he didn't grow up here. So what is the crime; that foreigners are foreign? That they're people too? With dreams? Is it some sort of collective guilt where you managed to outsource a bit of culture amidst your sweatshops, and there one escaped?
Sometimes these folk heroes within societies of great decay are even given social and political power. Remember, everything is backward. Outside is identity. Material is spirituality. Culture is debasing not lifting. Art is hate.