You know, for eight years I spent part of every weekend in a darkened movie theatre. I wrote review after review, amassing a pretty sizable archive. And one day, it just wasn't fun anymore. I don't know if it was movie review burnout, or the demands of trying to gain "print-type cred" or taking time off work to go to things like Full Frame Fest or what -- but after writing a review of
Unleashed in 2005, I hung up my Roger Ebert Commemorative Film Critic Hat for good.
I've never really figured out what happened, until this year, when after seeing commercial after commercial for one Seth Rogen stinker after another, combined with trailers for
SAW 1,862: The Return...Again, I figured out that movies just suck.
Perhaps that's why so many movie actors are migrating to television, especially when television seems far better than the movies these days. Even guilty pleasure trash like
Dirty Sexy Money is better constructed, with its murder mystery and deliciously dysfunctional Darling family, headed by deliciously creepy Donald Sutherland, seems better than most movies.
Heroes may be suffering from Lost Season Three Disease this year, but at its worst, it's more interesting than much of what Hollywood is cranking out these days. Go over to cable, and you have even more vistas of wasting time, especially over at Showtime, where Michael C. Hall is making viewers forget David Fisher ever existed, and giving Jeff Lindsay's serial killer Dexter Morgan layers even Lindsay couldn't have imagined. With directors like Keith Gordon and Tony Goldwyn helming this series, it's clear that they too have decided that the two-hours-and-out format just isn't what it used to be.
If I watched everything I wanted to check out I'd never leave the house. The discipline I impose on myself, combined with the mandatory viewing of
Countdown,
The Rachel Maddow Show,
The Daily Show and
The Colbert Report eating up huge quantities of time, means that there are a bunch of shows I haven't been able to check out yet. And when Rufus Sewell and his cheese grater cheekbones star in
Eleventh Hour and I don't even watch once, you know things are at a sorry pass indeed.
What are YOU watching these days?
Labels: television
Bill Moyers Journal.
Go ahead, think less of me- The Family Guy. I blame my husband for that. It is like he brought home a gallon of ice cream and I had no will power over the junk.
And I cannot wait for Lost!
I've also been getting into 30 Rock a lot. But I'm still not caught up... I have to buy Season 2 on DVD.
On the other hand, it's a pretty pompous essay, even without the word 'reify.'
But yeah. One of the major problems is that all movies not directly aimed at adults must be comprehensible to a six-year-old. A six-year-old fascinated by bodily functions. With a potty mouth.