Getting Critical

This blog is something of a dream come true for me, and a major realization.  Growing up I can remember when At the Movies with Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert first came on the air.  I was flabergasted, people actually get paid to watch movies and then talk about them.  I had fantasized about being a movie critic for years, but it never really seemed a viable career option.  I never told my parents about it, the lectures I had already gotten about my TV consumption growing up had killed any notion of confiding that little tidbit of a inner desire.  My broadcasting teachers in college didn’t exactly dissuade me from such a goal, they do what they always do, try to focus me on a more viable career.  My more viable broadcasting career never materialized (though I did have a shortlived radio station on line until money got too tight), yet here I am now talking about movies, just without the being paid for it part.  In looking at great film critics like Roger Ebert, Leonard Maltin,  and James Berardinelli; I’ve come to statling revelation about myself.  I can never be a critic, I don’t like the right kind of movies.  Given the choice between Grindhouse and Juno, I’ll take Grindhouse.  As for classic films, if given the choice between The Seventh Seal and Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, I’ll knock people down to get to Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, while conversly I’d trample little old ladies to get away from The Seventh Seal.  Heck I think I’m about the only person on the planet that actually liked Hulk (A mutant killer poodle? Now that’s entertainment!).  So as much as I would like to be able to sit at the adult table of film criticism, I just can’t bring myself to eat my cinematic vegetables.

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