We are, evidently, in Oscar season — the insufferable period that, admittedly, produces a reliable number of above-average movies but also elicits a stream of sanctimonious blather from movie stars. Too often, they speak of their work with self-regarding reverence and, if handed a gold statuette in a few months, will deem themselves qualified to expand their purview to American politics and international affairs. And they do so while imagining themselves to look flawless. It’s kind of hard to take.