And I know he hasn't aged outwardly since the mid-1980s, but he is old. Really damn old. Surely there are some really cool people in their seventies, but none of them have any business producing a music award shows. Dick Clark is old. Really damn old.
Award shows suck enough by their very nature.
But Dick Clark proved that letting a senior citizen run the show can sink an already-sagging genre to new lows. For years, the Grammys and the AMAs were the only two real award shows, and they fed off each other's boring sets and graphics, neither pushing the other to be too creative. Then MTV came and fucked everything up. Clark needs to let the AMAs go, and turn production over to somebody who can't collect Social Security. The Grammys have at least made an effort to catch up to MTV, but Clark refuses to recognize today's rapidly changing cultural styles, recycling the same set for more than a decade, employing video effects that are noteworthy only in their cheese factor, and returning again to an announcer that might as well be selling push lights on late-night infomercials.