In today’s Wall Street Journal, several of the paper’s columnists were asked to sum up and reflect on developments in their fields of interest during the first decade of the twenty-first century. Art and culture being my beat, I wrote what may seem at first glance like a paradoxical-sounding piece about the absence of trends in the ’00s:
The most significant cultural development of the first decade of the 21st century was…iTunes. Or the Kindle. Or YouTube. Or blogging. Or Amazon’s customer reviews. Take your pick–but whatever you choose, don’t make it a work of creative art. Yes, important art continued to be created in the new millennium, but the big culture-related news of the Decade Without a Name is that it will likely be remembered less for its art than for the inventions that put the art into circulation.
Every journalist who covers the world of art and culture is a trend-monger, always looking for the Next Big Thing like a pig snuffling for truffles. But never before has it been so difficult to point to any sharply defined stylistic tendencies in Western culture….
Read the whole thing here.

I’m sorry to say that such is the case with Trevor Nunn’s small-scale staging of “A Little Night Music,” which has just transferred to Broadway from London’s West End. Despite a good cast and a great set, Mr. Nunn gets the tone of the show dead wrong, and the presence of Catherine Zeta-Jones and Angela Lansbury, though it will undoubtedly keep “A Little Night Music” running for some time to come, doesn’t make up for his blunders. Above all, Mr. Nunn has made the fatal mistake of favoring Hugh Wheeler’s coarsely farce-flavored book over Mr. Sondheim’s sublimely urbane score. As a result, everything about this production feels exaggerated and overplayed. The staging is fussily detailed (though some of the details are quite striking) and most of the performances are heavy-handed in a way which clearly indicates that the director, not the actors, is at fault.
The Wall Street Journal is running its end-of-the-year critical summings-up early because of the way the holidays fall, which is why I hold forth in this morning’s paper on the best–and worst–shows and performances that I saw in 2009.
Today I’m headed for New Orleans, though my first event there, oddly enough, isn’t a local one: I’ll be talking about