If you heard that a 33-year-old man was looking for the storefronts
that, many occupants ago, used to contain Mr. Movie and Video Gallery
back in the 80s and early 90s in a fit of insane nostalgia, you might
find yourself wondering what in the hell his problem is, but not with
me. In my case, it all kind of makes sense doesn't it? Oh, how I love movies
and treasure my earlier exposure to them. Movies are better when
they're not just windows to other lives or fantasies, but suggestions of
things one might actually do or experience as a child. The boy I was
didn't know what was coming, or the underlying neurology that was
already there. My later childhood assumption that I'd never make
friends hadn't even come to me yet. All I knew was the bliss and wonder
of movies and I was able to enjoy them in and of themselves without the
grim reality of myself in the back of my mind adding a note of bitter
to even the greatest sweet. One thing I've come
to realize about movie theaters is that they are the only places I feel
at home. The etiquette for them is so bone-deep in me by now that I
don't feel worried I'll get banned for things I don't even realize I'm
doing. I've never even been threatened with it. There's also the fact
that I'm among people in a social setting and they're not hating me. In
fact, they're not even noticing me. Oh, maybe if they've got kids they
move away because I look like a big fat sweaty pedophile or something,
but on the whole people don't seem to regret their decision to sit next
to me. Compare this to being banned from two Catholic churches in
Springfield, and you'll get an idea of the contrast. Being that it's pretty late, I don't want to go on with this for
too long. Mainly I just wanted to give some insight into why I want to
review movies as the main productive thing I do with my time. I don't
expect film critics, as a community to like me and I don't expect to get
paid for this. Having already tried to have a
career in journalism, I know the professionals in that community find my
politics and my personality insufferable enough that I don't have a
chance. Still, I'll keep writing over here by myself where I'm not
bothering anybody and I hope that's okay
-Frank
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