As I was flipping through the last Sunday times of ’05 in search of the Year in Review series of political cartoons, my friend sipped his tea and stood up from the table.
“Don’t you want to see it?” I asked.
“No,” he replied, “I lived through it.”
Every year ends with the same litany of lists, cartoons, and dissections of what made the previous 365 days (366 on leap years!) important, and near equal amount of whining from list-makers, cartoonists, and dissectors about the need to make said pronouncements. Of course the whining never amounts to actually not doing the work, because people like to make lists. Perhaps some psychiatrist would jump in with an analysis of the human need to affirm their own existence through delineating their accomplishments; personally, I just think it is fun. If I had a say in the matters of the world, however, I’d trade every top ten list out there for more movie clubs – because when it comes down to it, we’re all in this industry because we love movies, and anyone who loves movies equally loves to argue about them.