Jonah Hill Climbed Up a Mountain, You Know?

Lainey put it all in perspective on Jonah Hill the other day.  I hadn't realized that his smile was at half-mast when AMPAS called Christopher Plummer's name last year.  I know this is old news and why kick a dog when he's down, but ... that whole Don Lemon/Twitter incident wasn't that long ago.  Granted, Lemon's ego was a little too big and thin-skinned for my taste.  I mean, it's not like Hill threw him keys and told him, "Home, Jeeves."  But, generally, Lemon strikes me as harmless, and perhaps even personable (isn't it strange when a "reporter" becomes "the news" over a silly social misunderstanding?  Welcome to the 21st-century?).  But, what stopped Hill from taking the high road?  Can we find the answers in his bitch face at the Oscars?  Funny what five years in Hollywood can do to you, right?  In a heightened game of luck you were fortunate enough to appear in a Best Picture nominee, which garnered a total of six nominations in a role where you do nothing remarkable, other than not embarrass yourself (Read: the nomination was the reward).  He won ZERO precursors.  Plummer won every major and nearly swept up the critic awards.  He was EXPECTED to win.  In fact, Plummer was the undisputed odds-on favorite for a quite while.  It sucks to lose, right?  But, when you lose to someone who everyone expected to take it, perhaps you're ignoring all of the key indicators and going in blind, right?  Okay, you need better people, but fine.  You know that The Sound of Music's 50th anniversary is in two years, right?  He was Captain Fucking Von Trapp.  And the 82-year-old Captain had just been nominated for the first time only two years previously.  Was there no sense of Hollywood royalty and history?  No deference to your elders, who had earned their place in moviedom before perhaps your parents were born?  Yeah, it sucks to lose.  But, buck the Hell up and bow to the Captain.  Hill is a lesson in what not to do: come in with expectations who have no business having.  But, this is Hollywood, the movie version of 21 Jump Street was a hit (and the sequel is coming) , and you're "cool" enough to get a Tarantino cameo.  Industry magician Judd Apatow has your back and you're appearing in Martin Scorsese's next film.  You're in pre-production with Mark Wahlberg, and the roles are coming just as fast to you as they are to that other prize James Franco, who is your costar in a couple of them.  Yeah, either no one is telling you to wipe the bitch face off, or no one is willing to smack it off for him. Self-involved actor fail.