Shooters, abusers and Trump — so long 2017
Best thing about the year is how we rallied to survive the bad bits
This year my workmates on the TimeOut entertainment team gave me a nickname and it stuck like fake tan to Donald Trump: Instead of Siena Yates, I’m Siena Hates.
They would have you believe it’s because I hate everything all the time which, of course, I don’t. But I am more vocal about things I don’t like than things I do because apparently, no one wants to hear me rave about how much I love SZA anymore.
Besides, we’ve already published massive lists of the things we loved about 2017 — our favourite movies, music, TV shows, games and entertainment moments.
So it falls to me to point out the rough side of 2017 and I’m not the only one; just look what happened when Taylor Swift said she “couldn’t have asked for a better year”, the internet attacked with harsh reminders of everything that went wrong.
If nothing else, this has been a year of let-downs in entertainment.
We had few major films to look forward to (and fewer that actually delivered). Instead we got the likes of Justice League, yet another Transformers film no one asked for, a sequel to Daddy’s Home in which we had to endure Mel Gibson and the steaming trash heap that was Mother! in which Darren Aronofsky employed on-the-nose metaphors in a poor attempt to be a voice for women by torturing them (#classic).
Some of the most highly anticipated albums of the year were disappointments too — Taylor Swift’s Reputation, Eminem’s Revival, even N.E.R.D’s No One Ever Really Dies to a certain extent.
And to say celebrities let us down this year would be a massive understatement. We had to contend with Katy Perry’s album roll-out and subsequent weekend-long live stream in which we could watch her eat and sleep a la Big Brother in the early 2000s.