It’s completely silly to dismiss years ending in 3 as, historically speaking or artistic accomplishment-wise, somehow underwhelming or vaguely forgettable.
But I’ll say it anyway. I’ve always felt a certain dismay about or distance from such annums.
3 is an odd number — I’ve always preferred the evens. I didn’t like being 3 or 13 —the first tolerable year in this stream was when I turned 23, and even that was mildly sucky.
What happened in 1903, 1913 and 1923? Not that much. The only good things about 1933 were the inauguration of FDR and the opening of King Kong. ‘43 was a WWII in-between year. Several films that opened in ‘53 were pretty good (War of the Worlds, Stalag 17, Julius Caesar, Roman Holiday, The Big Heat) but history-wise it was fairly drab. JFK was murdered in ‘63. 1973 was a great Watergate year, but movie-wise it couldn’t hold a candle to ‘71. One of the few good things about ‘83, movie-wise, was the release of Betrayal. ‘93 was a passable movie year (The Firm, Schindler’s List, True Romance, Philadelphia) but let’s not get too cranked up. ‘03 was the farcical invasion of Iraq. I loved many 2013 movies (The Wolf of Wall Street in particular) and my life was going pretty well so ‘13 gets a pass, but I’m not feeling all that great about ‘23.
