Awful Timothee Chalamet’s ego is bigger than Kylie’s inflated butt… but it’s so clear what’s really going on here. Thank God he lost the Oscar: CAROLINE BULLOCK

When the desperately lucky Timothee Chalamet’s turn in Marty Supreme failed to earn him the best actor Oscar on Sunday night, he can only blame the loss on his other recent performances, namely appearing as himself on every red carpet and envelope opening in Tinseltown.

Overexposed on the campaign trail with her inscrutable, hip girlfriend Kylie Jenner, she was selling her 1950s ping-pong move harder than Meghan Markle’s jam launch.

Conclusion? The once irascible thespian appeared to be on a cynical sellout; the golden boy brand was tarnished by tacky gimmicks and sly insults that suggested an ego bigger than Kylie’s long-rumoured butt business.

Everyone knows that the golden rule for candidates is to keep public statements as safe as the Miss World winner’s speech, but self-satisfied Timothee went a little lax.

During a Variety and CNN town hall conversation with Matthew McConaughey in February, the 30-year-old Dune star chose to look at other art forms as well.

“I don’t want to work in ballet or opera or anything like, ‘Hey, keep this thing alive even though nobody cares about it anymore,'” he said at the event held at the University of Texas.

“Regards to all the ballet and opera people out there,” he added, before ending his speech with the lively ‘Comedy’ sing-song note.

Oh dear. Add to the mix his never-ending childish publicity stunts, from rapping with EsDeeKid to wearing big, orange ping-pong ball masks, and it was all quite a different story for the once-prone former cultural anthropologist.

Overexposed on the campaign trail with her inscrutable, hip girlfriend Kylie Jenner, she was selling her 1950s ping-pong move harder than Meghan Markle’s jam launch.

The never-ending childish publicity stunts were a far cry for the former cultural anthropology major, who was once prone to deep thought.

So what to make of the explosion that affected so many people in one turn? It’s a casual slapping together of two art forms with almost a collective 1000-year history.

Instead of thinking that he doesn’t have the talent or discipline, how about the arrogance of ‘he doesn’t want to do either’?

Not to mention the staggering lack of respect and solidarity towards his fellow performing artists. Meanwhile, ballet star Misty Copeland helped promote Marty Supreme in a joint Instagram post with the film’s official account in November after Chalamet approached her.

So what was Chalamet actually saying? Do you think any art form that isn’t viral or doesn’t have a blockbuster budget is pointless?

I guess the ‘bigger, better’ mantra will apply when you’re surrounded by the inflated assets of billionaire Kylie and the extended Kardashian clan.

This oddball contingent, like cut-price 1990s Posh and Becks posing in matching orange leather suits at Marty Supreme’s premiere in December, continues to wear down the Chalamet brand.

Predictably, on the cusp of acting’s biggest night, the 28-year-old mother of two stepped up the exposure with a conveniently timed near-nude spread in the latest issue of Vanity Fair.

And on Oscar night, he was doing his usual job; She was showing off her body in a low-cut red dress and pawing at Timmy’s butt fur tache.

Chalamet, meanwhile, has rarely missed an opportunity in recent months to remind the Oscar committee of his similar dedication to method acting, from mastering table tennis to that ultimate sacrifice of refusing an ass double in a spanking scene.

Yes, the back part where you see him getting hit with a racket on the screen is the part where he talks more and more.

“I’m not just selling this to you – but this isn’t just selling a movie, this is just awesome,” he said while wearing the film’s branded jacket on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon in December.

‘Marty Supreme dreams big, Marty Supreme on Christmas Day, if you put your ass on the couch you won’t regret it, Marty Supreme is the one man. Marty Almighty, it’s Christmas Day, you know.’

Get indulgent shouts from loyal fans.

Posing like bargain-priced 1990s Posh and Becks in matching orange leather suits at the Marty Supreme premiere in December, the oddball outfit continues to tear apart the Chalamet brand

Chalamet has rarely missed an opportunity in recent months to remind the Oscar committee of his similar dedication to method acting, from mastering table tennis to that ultimate sacrifice (rejecting an ass stunt double in the spanking scene).

I’m sure Chalamet believes he’s destined to follow in the footsteps of people like Al Pacino and Robert De Niro, men who often let their talents do the talking instead of giving elevator pitches for their goods.

In truth, for all of Chalamet’s scene-stealing turns in Little Women and Call Me by Your Name, he’s never seemed like such an assertive actor, especially when he’s up against his rather low-key rival Michael B. Jordan, who won best actor for his portrayal of twins Smoke and Stack in Sinners.

Of course, some will argue that Chalamet’s hard-sell approach is the future of movie marketing, that a movie about ping-pong will have to work hard to appeal to the clickbait generation. But that would be a very generous approach.

The backlash against him was well-founded: an organic backlash against his powers, a force-fed publicity blitz of gimmicks and hits that hit the wrong note.

Truth be told, Chalamet has never needed a slice of humble pie more. With this Oscar snub, he was given the desserts he deserved.