Ch-ch-ch-ch-Chapek (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Chapek, don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Chapek (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Chapek, just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time.

(Apologies to David Bowie, who probably wasn't thinking of Bob II when he wrote this song.)

So looks like we'll have Bob Chapek to kick around a little longer.

Or maybe to kick around a little less.

The Chapek trajectory is a business school or film school object lesson of how divorced the conversation about entertainment and the entertainment business has become from the reality of the business of entertainment.

In the past two years, we witnessed a rare phenomenon, almost unknown in nature, of the trade press being not just tough but brutal and dismissive to the head of a major studio — THE major (legacy) studio no less.

There's nothing the press loves more than beating up on someone on their way down to show how tough they are (kissing up shamelessly to the people on top the other 364 days of the year notwithstanding).