The night I La-La-Laughed until I cried as Hollywood proved it wouldn’t recognize The Truth if it was hand-delivered in a red envelope HA HA HA HA HA…Sorry.Nope, not sorry.HA HA HA HA HA ..Let’s be honest, the greatest Oscars fiasco in history couldn’t have happened to a bunch of smugger, more deserving people.All night, the theme of the Academy Awards had been one of truth.The New York Times, America’s most self-satisfied, snobbish and unrelentingly Trump-bashing media entity led the way with a $2.5 million TV ad celebrating the very word itself.‘The truth is hard,’ it began. ‘The truth is alternative facts are lies.’It then listed a series of things it inferred President Trump has lied about, from Russian ties and his travel ban to climate change, before ending with this comically pompous piece of cynically commercial propaganda:(Note: the Times is making tens of millions of dollars from its astonishingly partisan anti-Trump coverage - preaching, very lucratively, to an ever-expanding choir of subscribers desperate to gorge on its daily diet of deplorable Donald disasters.)‘The truth is hard.The truth is hard to find.The truth is hard to know.The truth is now more important than ever.’It was a theme that thrilled the audience, packed mainly with equally elitist, snobbish, Hillary-loving celebrity actors.And as the legendary Warren Beatty strode on stage with Faye Dunaway to present the final award for Best Picture, it was a theme he gleefully seized on to round off the night:‘Our goal in politics is the same as our goal in art, and that’s to get to the truth,’ he solemnly declared.The crowd cheered.Of course they cheered.Truth is what Hollywood’s all about, right?Hmmm.Forgive me if I laugh again?Hollywood tells a good story, definitely.But facts have never been its strong point. Time and again, movies abuse and bastardise historical events to suit its slathering need to drive box office cash.I don’t object to that practice, because frankly, I just want to be entertained when I go to the movies.Perhaps it’s finally sunk in that people are bored of hearing celebrities ranting about Trump, even if they didn’t vote or even like him?And they’re even more fed up with the bitter, fractious divisions that have drowned America in acrimony since the election.Indeed, Kimmel himself made a commendable plea for unity: ‘There are millions and millions of people watching right now and if every one of you took a minute to reach out to the person you disagree with, someone you like, and have one positive, considerate conversation, not as liberals or conservatives, but as Americans, if we could all do that we could make America great again. It starts with us.’Halle-bloody-lujah!So, against all expectations, the post-awards headlines were in serious danger of actually being about movies and who won the Oscars.Well, apart from Nicole Kidman’s bizarre inability to clap, Dakota Johnson’s hideous gold Gucci dress, those random tourists bussed in to gawp at Denzel and Ryan, and the nauseating standing ovation for the increasingly self-congratulatory Meryl Streep (I suspect she gives herself enough of them in the mirror these days).As with Meryl Streep’s Golden Globes sneer that football and MMA are not ‘real art’, Davis’s words came across as an arrogant smack in the teeth to the millions of hard-working people who pay to see movies and keep these actors in their mansions and private jets.But then came Warren, bearing his trusty sword of truth, to decapitate Hollywood’s hubris.From the moment he paused, staring quizzically at the card, I knew something weird was up.Beatty’s been in the Hollywood game way too long to play the cliché-d ‘let’s sweat them out a bit’ game.The rest is now Tinsel Town infamy.Suffice it to say it’s now comfortably the most embarrassing piece of Oscars footage of all time, which when you consider that list includes James Franco’s entire hosting performance, is quite an achievement.This disaster, though, may have done Hollywood a massive favour.For what it proved is that the very same people who’ve spent the past year screaming that Donald Trump’s an ill-prepared ignoramus who never gets his facts right are in fact no better themselves.As we British beer-drinkers like to say, if you can’t organise a p*ss-up in your own brewery, then it’s probably best not to lecture others on their competence.Or rather, it might be helpful if those dispensing their lofty sermons on The Truth, trust and facts, actually practice what they preach.Donald Trump’s not perfect, by any means.He’s a flawed, maverick character brimming with bombast and braggadocio that crash-bang-walloped his way into the White House and is still clearly finding his feet as President.But although I disagree with many of his political views, I respect the fact he won a free, democratic election.