For years now we’ve heard that global warming calls for an effort like that of the allies in World War Two. I, to my shame, have even sometimes lightly mocked the notion. I take it all back.
The gallant infantry of Hollywood — Jim Carrey, Robert Downey Jr., Charlize Theron — the climate-change marines of Beverly Hills, are astir. For one whole night, exchanging beef tenderloin for broccoli stumps, spare ribs for beet hummus — if this is not a sequel to the heroic landings on the beaches of Normandy, I don’t know what is.
Thus the global-warming crisis will be averted, Greta Thunberg will take a rest and go back to school, the IPCC can now dissolve itself, and Justin Trudeau can lift the divisive carbon tax.
Is there nothing Hollywood can’t do?
