American Idol has gotten really boring lately and I’m almost ready to take back all the praise that I heaped on it earlier this season. In my defense, it was never the institution that I was really praising, but the structure, the form, its potential. And it did produce one superstar. Check out this Sanjaya vid.
I don’t really have a fav in the final. I’ll be watching LOST anyway.
More good news today. LOST has set an end-date. Of course, I’m a little sad that one of the only television shows that I have liked in my adult life will be ending, but ending it any other way would have been a disappointment. This is thoroughly appropriate. I’m still waiting to write my blog entry/mini-essay on why TV shows with beginnings, middles, and ends are so great, i.e. why the British Office makes the American one seem trite and repetitive (not that I don’t like the American one either, but come on!).
I don’t know who you are, but if you care about ‘Life’ or ‘Art’ then you got to at least be interested in Todd Haynes’s new one, the biopic about Dylan called I’m Not There. According to IMDB, it won’t be out until much later this year, but I’m already excited. Stumbled across some pics today from the film (you have to click the link on the right-hand side of the page). While they don’t give us much to go on, they at least suggest that Haynes hasn’t lost it on the project. Blanchett as early-electric era Dylan seems like a sound choice. A lot of great minds behind this one. Hope it’s better than Masked & Anonymous, which I actually liked, but was still confused by. Back to work now . . .
This is by far the most nauseating news story I have read this year. Not disturbing. Not upsetting. Just nauseating. And it’s not even as though I think press stories like this distract from “bigger issues.” This is the issue — what it means to be human today. This is why the Sex Pistols wrote “God Save the Queen” exactly 30 years ago. Have we evolved at all? Moz says “no.” (Skip to verse three, about 1:30 in, if you’re not a Morrissey fan.) And as for the President . . .
