The Newcritics Year in Review
In this quirky, personality-driven, iconoclastic corner of the media universe, any kind of year-end list-building runs up hard against two competing factors that tear at any kind of universality: as middle-brow armchair critics, our tastes are rather catholic, but our production is – in the kindest sense – distinctly idiosyncratic.
We write about what we want to write about in these precincts, with neither fame nor money at stake (I’ll resist the obvious jibe about the market-driven and Internet-enabled trajectory of all critical journalism these days).
Nonetheless, newcritics.com faces its second anniversary much as it did the first: committed (very loosely, but still) to a cultural conversation that binds us to a shared experience in film, television, literature, music and all the related art forms. This is no academic forum, however. It’s a collection of media-obsessed consumers who gather around the smoking hearth of opinion, poured neat and without the trappings of a higher calling.
In that spirit, I’d like to offer a few year in review highlights from the newcritics database – you can add your own in the comments, or just wander off on any tangent you choose. And by the way, if you’re a regular here and would like to become a blogger with full posting privileges, just drop me a line.
And so, to the “awards” – they’re based on popularity, acuity of newcritics blogging, and my mood on this particular December morning. As Chuck Tryon notes in his own year-end list of lists post: “Favorites matter. We find solidarity with others who share similar tastes.”
2008 Movie of the Year (tie)
The Dark Knight
Quantum of Solace
In brief: we’re Bond fans through and through, and we loved the Joker. No two films elicited the response that these two blockbusters did in 2008 – at least among movies actually released this year (more on that in a moment). Of Bond, M.A. Peel wrote in a decidedly mixed review that “QOS is still big time Hollywood in its excess best. It’s slick, polished, and exhausting to watch.” And NYC Weboy summed it up well, I think: “This is not your father’s Bond; this is not your brother’s Bond, either. And, frankly, we are better for it … The gin-sozzled, dapper dressed, gadget-y plaything of the past doesn’t suit our times, or our cultural needs.” Chris Nolan’s already-iconic The Dark Knight wore more passionate reviews and comments. Jason Chervokas called it “modern Gothic eye candy of the highest order” and argued that TDK ” is almost certainly the best Batman movie that will ever be made, up there with the best Batman stories of Steve Englehart and Frank Miller.” Blue Girl also dug the flick, but she posted a review worthy of The Catwoman anyway, ticky-tackying some feline flings at some of the performances: “If that’ll bother you because you must be so serious about The Batman, please click away so your delicate psyches are not damaged for all eternity.” Meoww!
1967 Movie of the Year
Bonnie and Clyde
This was a close one: our wildly-successful Wednesday Night at the Movies series kicked off with a 1967-themed film fest, keyed to Mark Harris’s revealing Pictures at a Revolution on the five Best Picture nominees from that revolutionary year. Thanks to Lance Mannion and the Self-Styled Siren, the first newcritics virtual fest was a box office smash and we all spent countless comments on DVD classics – for my money, Bonnie and Clyde‘s bullet-riddled commentary eked out top honors over In the Heat of the Night and The Graduate, the two other ’67 classics that elicited the most passionate discussions. I enjoyed going back and just reading the comments about Bonnie and Clyde (including some New Left insights from Nixonland author Rick Perlstein) and Lance’s primo, quote-filled introduction – a great newcritics moment. Here’s a taste via a comment on the famed death scene from the Sireen: “…they die as the result of institutional corruption and a low trick, and they die in a manner that’s simultaneously beautiful and gruesome, like a saint’s martyrdom. No Code movie would have countenanced the way law enforcement is portrayed there, as simple murder.”
Best Picture – New York Precincts
Our second filmfest was curated by the Siren (hence the more traditional, old-school Hollywood title for this category), with a hand from Mannion and me. And I think the discussion of Hitchcock’s almost over-hyped soundstage thriller edged out the pure LOL appreciation The Apartment and the bloggy ramble through the dark Manhattan of The Sweet Smell of Success. (You may, of course, disagree! It was a great series indeed). Rear Window has always been a favorite, but I really discovered some new territory in the Siren-led discussion. Typical of the eye-opening comments was Tony Dayoub’s: “What I really enjoyed about the “NY” location is its artifice. It really contributes to this being the landscape of the apartment-bound Jeff’s mind. Each little window is a peek into a nightmare Jeff has about commitment to Lisa or the loneliness should they break up.”
Best Dramatic Television Series
We loved it. We hated it. We loved to hate it. In truth, AMC’s Mad Men was almost universally acclaimed by the so-called professional critics – and panned, in a strangely respectful and admiring fashion, here at newcritics. But it was the conversation that made it so damned fun, the gathering here each week (even in the age of Tivo, for all love) to live-snark the stylish series, captained by M.A. Peel or yours truly. The thing is: both Ms. Peel and I always loved the ambition of Mad Men, the basic idea, and the setting. We just parted ways with Matthew Weiner on the execution, particularly in the writing around the two central characters, the pretender Don Draper and his psychotic mannequin wife Betty. Though we dug the ensemble, work-a-day cast a Sterling Cooper. Still, the gathering was the thing – as Ms. Peel captured so well in a September lede: “It’s been a week of certifiable madness. Stock market insanity; bank and company failures on an epic scale; the dollar amount of 700 billion said with a straight face. And now the maddening reality of the loss of Paul Newman, who embodied the sea change of generational sensibility that is rocking Don Draper’s world…”
Best Reality Television Series
For sheer snipery set on the West Side of Manhattan, nothing turned the fashionista amplifiers to eleven like the tear-laden, back-stabbing, playground of ambition that was Project Runway – and for part of its run (how we mourned when it didn’t last!) newcritics was fortunate in having Claire and Jennifer as our intrepid guides and weekly hosts. Here’s Claire before last season’s finale: “Have the contestants been suitably humanized so that you care who wins or loses? Has that crazily-haired Christian burrowed his way into your hard little hearts? More importantly, are you ready for Posh Spice guest judging? Frankly, that last bit, I am not. Posh both frighten and annoys me. Plus I think she has dreadful fashion sense.” Let’s hope PR blogging returns in 2009 – maybe we’ll give Tim Gunn and call and see if he can persuade our newcritics?
Record of the Year
Just before he nominated The Hold Steady’s Stay Positive as the best record of 2008 a few weeks back, Jason Chervokas wrote this: “There’s just too much new music released every year to an audience too scattered for a marketplace too micro-targeted and boutiqued for me to claim I can tell anyone what’s best.” Exactly. In terms of new music, there’s precious little that those of us above the Jonas Brothers demographic all share anymore – and that sharing (of blockbuster movies and TV shows) is what tends to populate the best threads on newcritics. So, this year’s winner (as it may always be) is simply the playlist in your iPod or on your laptop. And in that area, we had many, many great music posts this year. Our most prolific music blogger, Jason covered the work of the Columbia band Vampire Weekend and he wrote this about the George band, The Whigs: “It doesn’t take virtuosity, genius, or even that much ingenuity, just well conceived parts working together–melodic choruses, guitar hooks, bass parts you can sing along with, drum parts that breakup and orchestrate a song, the processional hand clap or tambourine for color and propulsion.” True that. We also loved M.A. Peel’s sexy ode to Bing Crosby, Levi Asher’s insistence that modern hiphop is alive and well and rhymin’, Robert Stein’s post on Johnny Cash photography, NYC Weboy’s piece on critics and philharmonics, Dan Leo’s appreciation of Little Steven’s garage music movement and his controversial list of best male rock vocalists, and the Viscount’s terrific review of Joe Jackson’s comeback album, Rain and his post on Ian Hunter. Needless to say, however, that nothing can touch actual music created by that intrepid pair of newcritics, Blue Girl and Neddie Jingo, who once again teamed up across the digital miles on a song that brought on a smile.
Finally, we all wrote our share of fond obituaries during the last 12 months, as befits our average age and cultural era – here are a bunch of good ones to remember by:
Suzanne Pleshette (Bob Stein)
William F. Buckley (Tom Watson)
Roy Scheider (Self-Styled Siren)
Richard Widmark (Bob Stein)
Charlton Heston (Lance Mannion)
Earle Hagen (Tom Watson)
Sydney Pollack (NYC Weboy)
George Carlin (Viscount LaCarte)
Bo Diddley (Jason Chervokas)
Jo Stafford (M.A. Peel)
Paul Newman (Robert Stein)
Levi Stubbs (Jason Chervokas)
Harold Pinter (Bob Stein)
Almost despite itself – and in defiance of a helacious mid-year hacking attack – newcritics carries on as a small-scale center of middlebrow cultural attutide and conversation. It’s been a great year, thanks to all the bloggers and commenters and readers and linkers. Let’s do it again, shall we?