I've had a number of professional actors in my parishes through the years; it's part of serving parishes in tony communities adjacent to metro New York. While they are generally pleasant, actors are often taken more seriously than they should by fellow parishioners in matters such as plumbing, roof replacement, or parking lot maintenance. Considering their job is to read words written by someone else while on marks laid out on the floor in masking tape, it's amusing how much deference is given to their artfully expressed ignorance. "He played that guy on that show that was about that stuff. We should listen to what he says about the septic tank."
I notice the same thing happens to journalists and the politically involved, too, as they look to actors to serve as apologists and experts on everything from economic policy to climate science and gleefully quote from them and invite them to marches, demonstrations, and banquets. Being stage struck is virulent and infectious and a bit embarrassing in grown-ups. Regardless of the reasons behind it, I'm satisfied that the weird tradition of actors and journalists joining together in an annual celebration to give one another awards is now diminished.
Now, if only my seminary hadn't asked some actor to serve as the chairperson of the capital campaign to save the building that housed my dorm room and the dining hall. It's a privately owned hotel now.