The Impetus

For as long as I can remember, I've loved movies. I love their power, vision, simplicity and their complications. I wanted to direct (don't we all) but was discouraged from such a profession by others who cited it to be too cutthroat. They were probably right but I still feel like a part me got left behind that day. I've been trying to catch up ever since.
I still love movies. I love discovering old flicks or terrible camp films; so much so that in my "spare time" I curate a film series and I'm earning a Masters (very slowly) in Cinema Studies.
The latest blight on real film criticism these days are the dying newspapers and periodicals. It used to be commonplace for a publication to have at least an arts reviewer who also took the time to see some movies. The few that are left are under the guillotine daily and to answer to the pressures of a populist demand write fewer and fewer real criticisms. Their reviews consist of summaries with a comment or two about a particular performance or a costuming choice. Yes, these things are important and all go to the mise en scene of the film.
But a more thorough reading, or look at least, of some films is deserved. I hope to be able to provide a little bit of this, but have no intention of single-handedly filling the ever-increasing gap. I just want to get my thoughts out there and hope a few like-minded individuals will enjoy it and engage the conversation.