Has anyone else been watching the hot mess that is American Idol this season? And if you have been watching, do your eyes and ears also regularly revolt against you by spontaneously catching fire?
Looking over this ‘Best of the Decade’ list, I can’t help but offer a caveat — while this is a great bunch of movies, it still pales in comparison with the cinematic renaissance of the 1990s, when independent filmmaking breathed new life into the industry. That said, everything here is worth discovering.
The close of an era — such as this decade, the Aughts, the 00s or whatever the hell we’re calling it — leads to an irresistible temptation to reflect and rank. With the Internet, everyone now has the opportunity to do what only cultural critics and commentators were able to do in the past: Codify their favorites movies, songs, books, etc., into a treatise of their taste for anyone anywhere to digest.
Steve Martin is set to host the Oscars oce again (this time with Alec Baldwin). His ability to blend high art and low culture makes him the consummate host for the glitzy, often pompous, occasionally stirring Academy Awards, able to cut through the pretension of the evening with his bone-dry, self-aware humor.
The writers of “Arrested Development” were adept at a certain kind of brilliant alchemy: For three seasons, the show blended crude humor, sophisticated wit, timeless family situations, in-jokes, meta references with broad, physical comedy. Now, after more than three years gone, the show is back–sort of.