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Elle King’s drunken performance at the Grand Ole Opry on Friday, January 19, is fueling outrage from country music fans.
According to social media footage from the event, King, 34, slurred her words and shouted “f—k” multiple times during her set, which was part of the venue’s tribute to Dolly Parton in honor of her 78th birthday, and openly declared she was inebriated.
“You ain’t getting your money back,” King quipped after a heckler yelled at her. “I’ll tell you one thing more: ‘Hi, my name is Elle King [and] I’m f—king hammered.’”
Fans in attendance were immediately shocked, calling out King for shouting obscenities during the family-friendly “Opry Goes Dolly” show at Nashville’s The Ryman. (Ashley Monroe, Tigirlily Gold and Dailey & Vincent were also part of the lineup.)
“Elle King ruined the night with her horrible, drunk, and profane performance. Dolly Parton would’ve been mortified,” one social media user wrote via X on Saturday, January 20. “For our first time at The Opry, it was a shame we all had to witness that.”
Another wrote via TikTok: “Elle King disrespected the Ryman and Dolly Parton.”
The Opry then issued an apology on King’s behalf. “We deeply regret and apologize for the language that was used during last night’s second Opry performance,” a note on the iconic venue’s official X page read.
King has not publicly addressed the social media outrage. Us Weekly has reached out for comment.
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King has been open about struggling with substance abuse issues but has maintained that she can control her drinking.
“I really like to drink and sing. I don’t want to get as drunk as I used to,” King told the San Diego Union-Tribune in February 2022. “It’s easier for me to say: ‘Yeah, I want to drink and party and [then] go on stage.’ I get nervous before I go on stage, [so] I have couple of drinks [first]. Drinking makes me less nervous about hitting the notes when I sing. If I don’t make them, it won’t sting as much.”
King rose to fame in 2012 with the release of her self-titled EP. She has since released three studio albums and has been nominated for four Grammy Awards. Her most well-known single, “Ex’s & Oh’s,” dropped in 2015, earning two of her four Grammy nods. King’s most recent album, Come Get Your Wife, came out in 2023 and marked her foray into country music.
“If anybody was wondering, ‘Why would Elle King make a country record?’ Well, I said, ‘OK, I’ll tell you. Just start with the first song,’” she told Country Now in March 2023. “So that’s why I wrote [the song] ‘Ohio,’ because I’m sharing where I come from, what I love about country music and it’s also my love letter.”
She added at the time, “I’ve been hearing other artists say, ‘Country music changed my life,’ and like, country music changed me. What happened when I started singing in these country arenas or small clubs or singing for country radio is [that] I felt comfortable. And that’s something that I’ve never felt [before]. So when I went into the record-making process, my walls are just already down.”
Elle is the daughter of actor Rob Schneider and model London King.
“It’s sweet now because you don’t want to be the kid of a famous person and I’m just so glad at this point in my life I get [people saying,] ‘You’re Elle King’s dad?’” Schneider, 60, previously told Us Weekly in May 2018. “I’m just really happy for her that she’s really getting to a good place creatively that she’s just thrilled about.”
Elle shares son Lucky, 2, with Dan Tooker.
Robert Bell/INSTARimages.com/Cover Images Elle King’s drunken performance at the Grand Ole Opry on Friday, January 19, is fueling outrage from country music fans. According to social media footage from the event, King, 34, slurred her words and shouted “f—k” multiple times during her set, which was part of the venue’s tribute to Dolly Parton in
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People don’t watch films the way they used to—and if you’re still cutting everything for the big screen first, you’re losing the audience that lives in your pocket.
Every swipe on TikTok is a tiny festival: new voices, wild visuals, heartbreak, comedy, and chaos, all judged in under three seconds. In that world, vertical films aren’t a gimmick. They’re the new front door to your work, your brand, and your career.

Think about where you’ve discovered your favorite clips lately: your phone, in bed, in an Uber, between texts. The “cinema” experience has shrunk into a glowing rectangle we hold inches from our face. That’s intimate. That’s personal. That’s power.
Vertical video fills that space completely. No black bars. No distractions. Just one story, one face, one moment staring back at you. It feels less like “I’m watching a movie” and more like “this is happening to me.” For storytellers, that’s gold.
Film school taught you:
Vertical filmmaking says: bring all of that craft… and then flip it. You still need composition, rhythm, framing, and sound. But now:
It’s not “less cinematic.” It’s a different kind of cinematic—one that lives where people already are instead of asking them to come to you.
Here’s the secret no one tells you: audiences don’t just fall in love with stories; they fall in love with people. Vertical video lets your characters exist outside the runtime.
Imagine this:
When someone feels like they “know” a character from their feed, buying a ticket or renting your film stops feeling like a risk. It feels like catching up with a friend.
Vertical films thrive on honesty. Shaky behind-the-scenes clips. Laughing fits between takes. The director’s 2 a.m. rant about a shot that won’t work. The makeup artist fixing tears after a heavy scene. That’s the texture that makes people care about the final product.
You don’t have to be perfect. You have to be present.
Ideas you can start capturing tomorrow:
When you show the process, you’re not just selling a film—you’re inviting people into a journey.
Most people treat vertical video like a one-off blast: post, pray, forget. Instead, think like a showrunner.
Ask yourself:
Suddenly, your feed isn’t random. It’s a season. People don’t just “like” a video—they “follow” to see what happens next.
We’re in a rare moment where a micro-drama shot on your phone can sit in the same feed as a studio campaign and still win. A fearless 45-second monologue in a bathroom. A quiet scene of someone deleting a text. A single, wordless push-in on a face that tells the whole story.
Vertical films give you:
You don’t have to wait for permission, a greenlight, or a perfect budget. You can start where you are, with what you have, and let the audience tell you what’s working.

Some filmmakers will roll their eyes and call vertical a phase. They’ll keep making beautiful work that no one sees until a festival says it exists. Others will treat every swipe, every scroll, and every tiny screen as a chance to connect, teach, provoke, and move people.
Those are the filmmakers whose names we’ll be hearing in five years.
The question isn’t whether vertical films are “real cinema.” The question is: when the next person scrolls past your work, do they feel nothing—or do they stop, stare, and think, “I need more of this”?

Kanye West’s “Father” video looks like a fever dream in a church, but underneath the spectacle it’s a quiet argument about who really runs the world. The altar isn’t just about God; it’s about every “father” structure that decides what’s true, who belongs, and who gets cast out.
The church in “Father” doesn’t behave like a safe, sacred space. It feels like a headquarters. The aisle becomes a catwalk for power: brides, a knight, a nun, a Michael Jackson double, astronauts, Travis Scott, all moving through the frame while Kanye mostly sits and watches. The room doesn’t change for them—they’re the ones being processed.
That’s the first big tell: this isn’t just about religion. It’s about systems. The church stands in for any institution that claims moral authority—governments, platforms, labels, churches, media—places where identity, status, and “truth” are negotiated behind the scenes. Faith is the language; control is the product.
In this universe, Kanye isn’t the leader of the service. He’s a problem in the pews. The wildest scene makes that explicit: astronauts move in, pull off his mask, expose him as an “alien,” and carry him out. It’s funny, surreal—and brutal.
That moment plays like a metaphor for what happens when someone stops being useful to the system. If you’re too unpredictable, too loud, too off‑script, the institution finds a way to unmask you, label you, and remove you. But here’s the twist: once he’s gone, the spectacle continues. Travis still shines, the ceremony rolls on, the church keeps doing what the church does. The message is cold: no one is bigger than the machine.
The title “Father” is doing triple duty: God, parent, and patriarchal authority. The video leans into a hard question—are we following something we believe in, or something we’re afraid to disappoint?
Inside this church, people don’t react when things get strange. A nun is handled like a criminal, cards burn, an alien is dragged away, and the room barely flinches. That’s not devotion, that’s conditioning. The deeper critique is that many of our modern “faiths”—political, religious, even fandom—have slid from relationship into obedience. You’re not invited to wrestle with meaning; you’re expected to sit down, sing along, and accept the script.
The casting in “Father” feels like a visual ranking chart. The knight represents sanctioned force: power that’s old, armored, and legitimated by history. The cross and church setting evoke sacrifice: whose pain gets honored, whose story gets canonized, whose doesn’t. The Michael Jackson lookalike signals how even fallen icons remain useful as symbols long after their humanity is gone.
In that context, Kanye’s removal reads as a sacrifice that keeps the system intact. Take the problematic prophet out of the frame, keep the music, keep the ritual, keep the brand. The father‑system doesn’t collapse; it adjusts. Control isn’t loud in this world—it’s quiet, procedural, dressed like order.
The most uncomfortable part of “Father” is that the congregation keeps sitting there. No one storms out. No one screams. The church absorbs aliens, icons, arrests, and weddings like it’s a normal Sunday. That’s where the video stops being about Kanye and starts being about us.
We’ve learned to scroll past absurdity and injustice with the same blank face as those extras in the pews. Faith becomes content. Outrage becomes engagement. Power becomes invisible. “Father” takes all of that and crushes it into one continuous shot, asking a bigger question than “Is Kanye back?”
It’s asking: in a world where power wears holy clothes, faith is filmed, and control looks like normal life, who is your father really—and are you sure you chose him?

The machine isn’t coming. It’s already in the room.
Picture this: you spend two years writing a script. You hustle funding, build a team, reach out to casting. Then somewhere inside a studio, a software platform analyzes your concept against fifteen years of box office data and decides—before a single human executive reads page one—that your film is too risky to greenlight.
This isn’t a Black Mirror episode. This is Hollywood in 2026.
The generative AI market inside media and entertainment just crossed $2.24 billion and is projected to hit $21.2 billion by 2035—a 25% annual growth rate. Studios like Warner Bros. are running platforms like Cinelytic, a decision-intelligence tool that predicts box office performance with 94–96% accuracy before a single dollar of production money moves.
Netflix estimates its AI recommendation engine saves the company $1 billion per year just in subscriber retention. Meanwhile, over the past three years, more than 41,000 film and TV jobs have disappeared in Los Angeles County alone.
That’s not a trend. That’s a restructuring.

In February 2026, ByteDance’s AI generator Seedance 2.0 produced a hyper-realistic deepfake video featuring the likenesses of Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and Leonardo DiCaprio. It went viral instantly. SAG-AFTRA called it “blatant infringement.” The Human Artistry Campaign called it “an attack on every creator in the world.”
Then came Tilly Norwood—a fully AI-generated actress created by production company Particle 6—who was seriously considered for agency representation in Hollywood. The first synthetic human to knock on that door.
Matthew McConaughey didn’t mince words at a recent industry town hall. He looked at Timothée Chalamet and said:
“It’s already here. Own yourself. Voice, likeness, et cetera. Trademark it. Whatever you gotta do, so when it comes, no one can steal you.”
James Cameron told CBS the idea of generating actors with prompts is “horrifying.” Werner Herzog called AI films “fabrications with no soul.” Guillermo del Toro said he would “rather die” than use generative AI to make a film.
But here’s the thing—not everyone agrees.
At SXSW 2026, indie filmmakers made something clear in a packed panel: they don’t want AI to make their movies. They want AI to “do their dishes.”
That’s the real conversation happening at the ground level.
Independent filmmaker Brad Tangonan used Google’s AI suite to create Murmuray—a deeply personal short film he says he never could have made without the tools. Not because he lacked talent, but because he lacked budget. He wrote it. He directed it. The AI executed parts of his vision he couldn’t afford to shoot.
In Austin, an independent filmmaker built a 7-minute short in three weeks using AI-generated video—a project that would have taken 3–4 months and cost ten times more the traditional way. That’s the version of this story studios don’t want you focused on.
At CES 2026, Arcana Labs announced the first fully AI-generated short film to receive a SAG-approved contract—a milestone that proves AI-assisted production can operate inside union protections when done right.
The WGA contract expires May 1, 2026. SAG-AFTRA’s expires June 30. AI is the headline issue at the bargaining table—and the last time these two unions went to war with studios over it, Hollywood shut down for 118 days.
SAG is expected to push the “Tilly Tax”—a fee studios pay every time they use a synthetic actor—directly inspired by Tilly Norwood’s emergence. The WGA already prohibits studios from handing writers AI-generated scripts for a rewrite fee. Now they want bigger walls.
Meanwhile, the Television Academy’s 2026 Emmy rules now include explicit AI language: human creative contribution must remain the “core” of any submission. AI assistance is allowed—but the Academy reserves the right to investigate how it was used.
The Oscars and Emmys are essentially saying: the robot didn’t get nominated. The human did.
If you’re an indie filmmaker between 25 and 45, you’re operating in the most disruptive creative environment since the camera went digital. AI can cut your post-production time by up to 40%. It can help you pre-visualize shots, generate temp scores, clean up audio, and pitch your project with a sizzle reel you couldn’t afford six months ago.
But the machine that helps you make your film is the same machine that could make studios decide they don’t need you to make theirs.
Producer and director Taylor Nixon-Smith said it best: “Entertainment, once a sacred space, now feels like it’s in a state of purgatory.”
The question isn’t whether AI belongs in your workflow. It’s whether you’re the one holding the wheel—or whether the wheel is slowly being handed to an algorithm that has never once felt what it means to have a story only you can tell.

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