These stars are the better angels of a class and their consummation is betrayal, self-contradiction, the pious wish with hideous brutal consquences.
The vast goo-goo "me boomer, you profane" post-Woodstock wave has crested, with this result, this Hollywood ending.
But behold and beware: the goddess of history is too mighty to be maudlin. This promise of a Hollywood ending is a fraud, a saleable confection, strictly for profit only.
So go, you better-off boomers -- go out into the streets, and rage against the candy coated nightmare machine.
Go, and sin no more.