At the risk of sounding like de Maistre or Kierkegaard, “genius” is a bad word in our (brace for it) leveling age (not that I don’t stand for leveling). When drafting histories of their relationships to TV, my students agreed that one quality kept them glued to the tube: relatability. Standing out through sheer force of talent (honed and trained to be sure) now often alienates. Singin’ in the Rain (1952) is a crime. How dare Donald O’Connor dance up... Read more