Hollywood to Hollowood

Hollywood was never simply about movies. It was the cultural propaganda arm of the unipolar order, scripting morality plays for the American century. Its blockbusters were the cinematic equivalent of carrier groups — projecting dominance, disciplining narratives, and ensuring U.S. hegemony extended into the imagination of billions. For nearly a century, the West leveraged the larger-than-life, California-based film industry not merely to entertain, but to normalize its worldview, sanctify its wars, and project a myth of inevitability.

But what happens when the empire that fed it starts to wither? You get Hollowood — a hollow projection, flashing the same tired archetypes onto an increasingly indifferent world.

Bad sequels, poor scripts, dwindling originality; the industry’s failures aren’t merely creative mishaps. They are byproducts. Surface symtpoms of structural and ideological illness:

The cultural propaganda arm of a dying unipolar order no longer has the credibility to enforce its myths.​