We’ve become a society groomed to look for what’s wrong. The media, especially concerning pop culture, has trained itself and its audience to hunt for the downfalls and sniff out what is problematic. We’re becoming a population of Debbie Downers, inept at recognizing and celebrating beauty because we’re too busy lying in wait like vultures ready to prey on any mistake or ridiculousness that crosses our paths. Now, that’s not to say that there isn’t absolute shit being cranked out in hopes of mass consumption; I won’t deny that in the least. And I won’t deny the place or the necessity for useful, thoughtful criticism. But instead of focusing on all the crap out there, I’ve decided to spend my time indulging my appreciation of the weird, the wonderful, the wild, and the wildly underrated. Life’s too short to deal in drudgery.
I’m not here to offer comparative ratings of blank-and-a-half stars. I’m also not attempting to be the source for extensive background research detailing the creative differences between Cinematographer X and Director Z. I’m not here to dig up and divulge factual or technical errors. My very simple goal is to praise the films I enjoy and love, explore what is most affecting about them, and share it in writing. I realize that no movie is perfect (maybe Bergman’s a god, though), but a great many movies have delivered a great many perfect moments of delight, terror, anger, and tragedy. In looking to those moments in this blog, I hope both myself and any potential readers can find shared appreciation of said moments and maybe discover a few films that otherwise would never have blipped on our cinematic radars.
So, here’s to blipping radars, happy reading, and a lifetime of great cinema.
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