2007, you might say, was the year
of revelations at the cinema, a year of surprises, startling discoveries and
spectacular achievements. But that is not necessarily a positive prospect,
either. Saturated by ambition and ambivalence, the movies that occupied theater
screens in the 12 months of the calendar year offered high stylization, great
energy and loud explosions, and payoffs too brief and momentary to make many of
them deserving of that output. The trend was not one limited to the more
prolific of box office competitors, either; like a disease that transcends
culture and social divides, no one, including the Indies
or the art-house flicks, were safe from the mediocrity that spread through the
crops.
