Well, here we are in September. Fatherย’s Day has blown on past; the Fourth of July has come and gone; and even Labor Day has reared its ugly head. Summer is officially over.

This year Iย’m more upset about autumnย’s approach than usual (it doesnย’t help that this is the first year Iย’ve been in the same full time job both before, during, and after the season). Iย’ve gone to the barbecues and the beaches; Iย’ve done the summer sales. But thereย’s something summery still missing, something summery Iย’m still waiting for: the blockbuster movie.

Donย’t even try to tell me it was Rush Hour 2. A sequel cannot, by law, be the summer blockbuster. And it certainly wasnย’t Tomb Raider, Pearl Harbor, or Planet of the Apes. I saw those, and no. It doesnย’t matter how many Angelina Jolies, Ben Afflecks, or Mark Wahlbergs you have, those movies were not what I was looking for.

Iย’m something of a movie junkie (I really need those hour and forty-eight minute breaks from myself). And I pretty much like anything, especially if itย’s accompanied with popcorn. Iย’ll watch indie films and teenybopper flicks and my guilty pleasure are those really dumb movies that center on what I call ย“the dancing and the kissingย” (think Center Stage or Coyote Ugly). The only thing I canย’t watch — especially not in theaters — are horror movies (I tend to want to jump up and run around). Anyway, the other day Iย’m in a theater, waiting for my feature presentation when thereย’s a trailer for Serendipity, a movie with John Cusack and Kate Beckingsale. Now I actually want to see this movie — I think it looks cute and it doesnย’t hurt that John Cusack and Jeremy Piven are in it. But, as the trailer was ending, a baritone voice rang out in the dark: ย“I love romantic comedy.ย”

Exactly.

This guy was being sarcastic (I assume, because he and his friend started laughing) and he was totally right. Romantic comedy sucks. I wish that wouldnย’t be a genre anymore. Yes, I want my movies to have dashing leading men, and it would be nice if there were some sort of love thang going on, but a good movie needs so much more (I think anyway). Like a plot. Or a sense of humor. Maybe even heart, intelligence, a really good car chase, and explosions out the wazoo.

In short, I want Independence Day. Armageddon. The Matrix.

Nothing even came close. I mean, sure, there were films this summer I enjoyed, films I would even watch again (this is the sole standard I hold to the products of Hollywood), but nothing that really sung.

I thought Legally Blonde was cute — of course in all disclosure, MGM blonded me. And Americaย’s Sweethearts was sort of entertaining, if you forgive the complete lack of chemistry between Cusack and Julia Roberts. And I have it on good authority — my friends in the biz — that The Princess Diaries, a G-rated film about a girl who finds out sheย’s a real live princess, has had one of the longest runs of the summer (hey, it was directed by Garry Marshall, who did Pretty Woman).

This summer has been a revolving door of mediocre offerings. Curse of the Jade Scorpion, Captain Correlliย’s Mandolin, Summer Catch. Okay, I havenย’t seen these movies, so it might be unfair for me to call them mediocre, but just listen to the names. No one is going to go see those, and I have to say a summer blockbuster sort of implies a box office draw.

Maybe Iย’m just getting crotchety in my old age. I think the radio sucks, too, but I havenย’t railed against it recently. Although I know why the radio sucks — because people pay to have their songs played. I guess that begs the question, who is paying to have these movies shown? And why? Itย’s not like thereย’s an album I can buy like with songs on the radio.

Or did the writersย’ strike actually happen, but was covered up by Hollywood insiders so no one would feel sorry for the poor writers who get a pittance of what Tom Hanks makes? And then the writers were replaced with typing monkeys who came up with Crazy Beautiful.

Or is the quality of movies generally declining? Television seems pretty good now — although itย’s been a while since the last season so maybe Iย’m remembering it in a rose colored haze — maybe all the good movie people have skipped the big screen for the small.

Iย’m going to settle for the most optimistic theory. One that says there wasnย’t a writersย’ strike, that the general quality of movies is the same, and that there are talented people working in every aspect of the entertainment industry. Iย’m choosing to believe that the writers were just trying to prove what would happen if they ever did go on strike. A gentle threat of what could be, like when Glenn Close got to bunny boiling in Fatal Attraction.

Either that or they were too preoccupied with finding temporary employment if the strike did happen. Letย’s just hope everything will be back to normal by Christmas.