Today is my 65th birthday, or as I like to think of it, the 30th anniversary of the entertainment industry not caring what I like.
Seriously: the key demographic for the folks in Hollywood and New York is people from the ages of 16-35. Everything is geared to them: movies, TV, music, art, even theater is geared to those born between 1986 and 2005. If you were born before that and like what the 16-35’s like, great, if not, well, go watch In The Heat Of The Night reruns and shut up, Gramps.
Do I sound upset by this? Because I’m not. I knew the day would come when I’d turn on the TV and find nothing I’d like, turn on the radio and hear nothing but noise, look at the movie listings and see remakes of movies that were remakes of movies that were remakes of movies which, in true Telephone fashion, completely miss the point of the original. Or they’re movies based on some kids’ cartoon, or a comic book, or on a video game, or on a TV show that I watched 50 years ago as seen through the eyes of some twentysomething screenwriter who got the whole thing wrong because his idea of research was to binge-watch all seven seasons while playing with his phone the entire time…
We looked at what our parents had, decided we didn’t want it, and built something different. Our kids didn’t like what we had and started building their own thing. Their kids will do the same thing. To its eternal credit, technology has intervened to give all of us what we want. When we didn’t have a choice — when there were five TV stations in a market, 15 radio stations, and one movie theater in town — we were very interested in current trends in entertainment. Now, who cares? I don’t. I don’t have to. There are plenty of alternatives, and more are on the way. Stay tuned.