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What Film Critics Do:

I've only been reviewing for Filmcritic.com for a few weeks now and so far, it's been a hoot. At least once a week, founder Chris Null will judiciously edit the hate mail (lots of it) that gets sent to the site and then circulate the most vile nonsense amongst the staff. Most of them are simply sad and pathetic and they usually end up on the site itself. A rare few are so hilarious in the utter hollowness of their indigation that we get them. Like the one I'm about to share with you. My answers (it's hate mail disguised as a survey) are in italics.

>Chris, you sad little parasite.

Ugh, already a bad sign. Anyone who calls a critic "a parasite" has never been reviewed before and knows nothing about how film journalism works. You make a movie, a critic reviews it. It's a symbiotic relationship. Deal.


>I would like you to answer a few questions, if it won't take you away from the very important work that you're doing.

By all means. That's why we're here, right?

>1.) How did you happen to see my film? It isn't released yet.

Uh, since most film critics have neither smuggling rings nor super powers, probably because you sent us a copy, you twit. And the reason film reviews come out on the same day movies are released is because critics get to see them at special screenings BEFOREHAND. Need we repeat the basics again?
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>2.) What, do you feel, qualifies you as a movie critic?

Oy jeez, what is this, junior high school? "YOU DON'T KNOW ME. YOU CAN'T CRITICIZE ME? AND STAY AWAY FROM MY LOCKER!"
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>3.) What qualifies anybody as a movie critic?

The easy answer here is "what qualifies anyone to be a filmmaker?" but why get all existential?

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>4.) Have you ever attempted to create anything of your own? A screenplay? An actual film? A puppet show even? Or are you too busy sitting on the bag of cottage cheese you use for an ass and sucking down twelve-packs of diet coke in front of your computer altar and doling out your sage advice to those of us who haven't reached the heights you have?

Ya know, every job has an occupational hazard. A film critic's is listening to pompous spoild brats hurl sour grapes because you gave them a bad review. Everyone gets bad reviews and real filmmakers shrug and say "on to my next project." GROW UP. Ever hear Martin Scorcese blame the critics? He's too busy making movies.

Side Note: I've never seen this guy's film but in this question, he tips his hand. I don't need to see it now because I know it sucks. Anyone who gets personal with a critic is compensating for a three-ton load of insecurity about their own lack of talent. Whining about a bad review is like admiting the review is right.


5.) Do you revere the internet as a device which allows previously unnoticed trolls such as yourself to waddle out from under their bridge of uselesness and feel they are contributing to society in some pathetic way?

*Yawn* They said the same thing about television in 1950, radio in 1920, movies in 1890 and on and on.

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>6.) Do you agree with the popular theory that critics are doomed to sit on the sidelines as disgruntled observers, jealously slandering those people who have the guts to achieve what the critic can only dream about?

Boyo, this is only a popular theory amongst self-rightous beginning filmmakers resentful of anyone else's success. Really it's a myth, like Bigfoot or the Bermuda Triangle. I've been reviewing movies for twelve years and have never once met a film critic who wanted to make them. Never. It's a different skill set, a different personality type. The most powerful ones, like Vincent Canby, Roger Ebert and the late, great Pauline Kael all had the clout and connections to do so and didn't. Work an honest job for a few days and you'll realize that few air traffic controllers really want to be pilots and few museum curators really want to be painters. To sum up: No one here envys you. And certainly not after this letter.

7.) Is "presumedly" a word? Or did you and your crack team of geniuses at Critics 'R Us mean to say "presumably"?

What's that buzzing noise?

>8.) If you feel that my movie wasted 77 minutes of your life, why would you waste another 15 minutes writing a critique about it?

*echo* *echo*


>9.) What are your five favorite and five least favorite films?

If this is a credibility test, I gave at the office.


>I would appreciate honest answers to all of these questions.

Nothing but the best for you, my friend. See above

Waste valuable time!

Popping Bubble Wrap with your mouse.

Enough is Enough!

Does even the MTV Video Music Awards have to do a September 11th tribute? Oy, the self importance. Not that I've seen the VMA's in about 15 years but when I was a fifth grader and the very first one came on, it was just an excuse to see all your favorite musicians on one program.

Bring back Corey Hart. Now!

Tell me a Story:

Had a really large time tonight at The Porchlight storytelling series hosted by the unparalleled Beth Lisick, poet and artistic force that I've shamlessly modeled my career after.

My thinking is that San Francisco is not the only place this sort of thing, so if you think live storytelling might be your kind of thing (and believe me it is if you A) read a lot B) Are into words, performance and narrative or C) Are into human nature)...

1) Find out if Fray Day, a live celebration of personal storytelling, is happening in your city next month.

2) There are annual storytelling festivals all over the country. How about in your hometown?

3) Troll through Storyteller.net. There's lots there.

I took a storytelling class once and sadly, there seems to be a great divide between first person, confessional storytelling and performance storytelling which sticks to folk tales, legends and "carrying on the oral tradition."

Sounds like a bridge waiting to be built.

The Man:

Just got off the phone from my interview with Toure, very bright and a total gentleman. Oh, and his book The Portable Promised Land is wildly creative and downright hilarious. I can't recommend it enough.

How many ways can you say orgasm?

The Adult Video News, the Billboard magazine of porn, is looking for freelance reviewers. The pay isn't great but it does mean a chance to vote in their annual awards and think of several hundred synonyms for giving and receiving oral sex (via Chris Null)

Joly Good Show!

The first screening of my new monthly film series, Monday Night at (S)Moklers, went off like gang busters. The film I choose, 1961's The Misfits, which Clark Gable and Marylin Monroe both starred in right before they died, may have landed like a led balloon but the company (Laura, Kristin, Wendy, Jane, Scott, and Joe) was exquisite.

No Peanuts for you!

U.S. Airways is cutting 13% of its flights, laying off a ton of employees and implementing a rediculous set of policies which seem be advocating a when-the-going-gets-tough, gut-customer-service business strategy, in order to bootstrap themselves out of bankrupcy. Apparently now, if you miss a US Airways flight, tough luck. The ticket is now worthless. Nor can you stand by for another flight.

Imagine the following scenario: You're on your way home to spend Thanksgiving with your family. A massive snowstorm cancels most of the flights coming out of your airport, including yours on US Airways. You may now either A) Pay a grip for a new ticket, B) Stay home or C) Go Greyhound.

Is this what we've come in air travel, a frail, panicked industry, hostile to its own customers? Yes, we all know September 11th was devastating but do you know anyone who doesn't fly anymore because of this tragic day? I don't. Yes, it will take a while for the industry to get back on its feet but is this draconian nonsense supposed to reaffirm public faith? I say buy stock immediately in Southwest Airlines, Jet Blue and any other airline that has customer service as part of its business plan. They're about to take off.

Wait, where are you going?

Several people I know are contemplating leaving San Francisco. I know supposed to take this personally but I feel like I just got here. Like my house has just come together, like I'm just plunking down roots.

Can ya'll hold on a sec? I just got here.

One Sentence Movie Reviews #2

An Officer and a Gentlemen (1982)

Assesment: The military will save us all from our sad, boring lives.

And so it goes...

My friend Jay's grandmother died a few days ago. Here is his eulogy. It will break your heart.

Going Print:

Looks like Readerville.com (which some have suggested is Central Booking's nemesis. It is not) is morphing into a print magazine The Readerville Journal. I'm guessing the online component will stay the same but the article doesn't really say

I've met with Readerville founder Karen Templer and she seemed very nice. I suppose I should be freaking out about competition and such but I told myself I wouldn't when I started CB so I won't. We've got our own thing going on.

One Sentence Movie Reviews #1

Wherein we summarize a movie in a single sentence. Today's film...

Say Anything (1989)

Assesment: The boombox is an underrated instrument of romance.

O-My!

My friend Heather, the brains behind The Mirror Project got it all featured in the upcoming issue of Oprah Magazine. Way to go girl!

The wisdom of "The Big Chill"

Call an old friend today...

Just the first five minutes...

Anyone know a way to download movie trailers and save them on your hard drive? I'd like to have my favorite trailers (yes, I have favorites. Quit giggling) saved somewhere for posterity.

Let me know.

Ebert got Nothin':

My first review for Film Critic.com is up. The movie is Baraka, a film you absolutely cannot afford to miss.

Ira, as you never seen him before...

My favorite public radio program, This American Life, has signed a two-year "first look" deal with Warner Bros. Pictures. This means that Warners gets the first shot at adopting TAL stories into film.

That faint whiff of snobbery in the air says that a public radio program should not be climbing into bed with the world's largest media conglomerate. Bollocks to that. WB isn't dictating the content of This American's Life's program nor does the show (one of public radio's most successful) need this deal to stay afloat. Plus, perhaps this means the show doesn't need to fundraise to the extent it has which frees up grant money for other deserving parties.

Does this mean that shows ostensibly "in the public interest" will now start targetting their content towards mass market consumption? Unlikely. What Warner Bros wants from TAL is great stories. What I've always liked about the show is it's dedication to non-topical narrative instead a humorless, slavish interest in "important news." And really, who is interested in a movie about corporate accounting reform (via Travelin' Dave)?

Flying Away:

'Steady Ed' Headrick, the inventor of the Frisbee Flying Disc, has died. His will asks that his ashes be pressed into flying discs. Wham-O, the company that makes the disc, says it might not be "technically feasible" but screw them. Everything is "technically feasible". They're sjust aying they can't make money off it. I say honor the man's wishes and press away.

Just where would we be without the Frisbee? I shudder to think.

Well, that's a relief:

Apparently the Catholic Church has decided that trying to convert us Jews to Christianity is not allowed. Yesterday, I was thought to be going to hell. Today, well today is another day (via Jer).

This Little Bookie:

I have a thing for tiny little, beautiful books and have a half dozen floating around my house on any particular occassion. Several are just notebooks where I jot down ideas or can shove in my pocket if I'm late to a meeting. But the most important ones I group together on my night table, where I can see them first thing in the morning.

My sketchbook is a rather girly looking forearm-sized volume, with a picture of an angel on the front. My friend Emily gave it to me back in Austin where I took it to open mic poetry events and tried (sort of) to write my own verse. I also use it as a journal, because I left my old journal on an airplane some months back.

Since 1994, I've jotted down all the books I've read, all the movies I've watched and given a line or two of commentary on each. I used to keep them in a file on my harddrive but I found it too much like work and consequently didn't do it very often. Now I buy little journals at bookstores (one for each media) and keep my notes in them.

The only explanation I have for this is the same reason I like writing letters on paper. I write all day long on a computer. I mostly associate it with writing for public consumption, my reviews, journalism, this weblog. The writing I do by hand is as intimate as a touch. It's for one special someone or sometimes, just for me.

Howdy Wells!

Jane of Janeforshort, just moved to San Francisco. We hit it off last year at SXSW. If I was able to pay attention to such things instead of being, well, a goof ball, I would have known this from a while back. As such, I'm just finding out now.

Wonder...Wonder...

My review of Barbara Kingsolver's new essay collection Small Wonder is up at SF Station. Great great book.

Really? On My Birthday?

Birthday week concluded with a fantabulous picnic in Golden Gate Park attended by friends Derek Powazek, Heather Champ, Mena Trott, Dinah Sanders, JISH, Kristen Garrity and many who know better than to spend their time weblogging. Frisbees were thrown, fried chicken consumed and an ancient playground game called Spud unearthed. Joy was everywhere.

Speaking of which, if you're curious about whom you share a birthday with and what happened on that day in history, hop over to Famous Birthdays.com.

Back to life. Back to reality...

Bella Donna:

It's a Tori Spelling kind of afternoon, with 90210 reruns on FX and Co-ed Call Girl on the Limetime Movie Network. Getting Direct TV was a really BAD IDEA.

Give the Gift of Sea Creatures:

My younger brother Daniel helped me adopt a manetee for my birthday. Her name is Ariel, she lives in a protected water habbitat in Florida and is doing great.

Act your Age!

Songs with "29" in their title:

"April 29, 1992" by Sublime

"Episode 29" by Mushroomhead

"$29" by Tom Waits

and my favorite...

"29" by the Gin Blossoms which contains the lines

Time won’t stand by forever if I know it’s true
And I’ve learned not to say never
Or else I’ll seem the fool
Twenty-nine you’d think I’d know better
Living like a kid
When my lies may seem less than clever
Is when I fall for it

I've never sung this to myself so...

Happy Birthday to me.

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday dear sell-elf

Happy Birthday to me!

*bowing* Thank you. I'll be here all week.

Obligatory link to Amazon Wish List.

Mike Checka:

Because I've decided you all need even more of me here at WTS, I'm contemplating doing some audio blogging. Trouble is, I know zilch about microphones, sound quality, or any of that mishigas.

Let's start simple: Does anyone use a microphone to record their own voice on their computer? Because that's all I need to do right now. If you do, what model would you recommend?

Null Set:

Met Christopher Null, founder of Film Critic.com for coffee today. We'd been trying to set something up for a few days now after Mighty Girl Maggie told him to get in touch with me about his first book, Half Mast. I'm going to give it a read and see if I can do a few reviews for his site. Insert "Full Circle" graphic here. My very first review gig was as a 15 year-old intern for the Ann Arbor News. The movie was Pump Up the Volume which I believe I called "Whitmanesque." That makes no more sense to me now than it did then.

29

Birthday week has officially begun. Mine, that is. Wednesday I turn 29.

Yowza.

Gifts and well wishes accepted but not required. Aw hell, bring 'em on. Love is good.

Stand up!

Should you be in the San Francisco area on a Sunday morning, may I suggest attending a celebration at Glide Memorial? Imagine over 1000 people of all races, ages, economic levels and lifestyles, on their feet singing and clapping along with a spirit that could lift a mountain. Brings tears to the eyes and warms the chambers of this little Hebrews' heart. I just ignored the Jesus part or said "Well, he's a nice Jewish boy."

Amdromeda Update:

Scott Matthews, the creator of Andromeda saw my last post and emailed me, overing guidance on installing it. That's really very nice of him.

The Andromeda Strain:

I'm still unpacking so I shouldn't have been wasting time this morning getting jacked about Adromeda, a new multimedia program that allows you to stream your MP3 and video collection from a remote server. Imagine being stuck at the airport with your laptop and being able to listen to your whole music collection imprisoned back at home. The possibilites!

Forget it. I tried to download the thing after reading a profile of it in Shift. You get a line of script that you're supposed to slap down on a server somewhere or plug into your site or something like that. Then there's some business with IP addresses I didn't get either.

*Pfffffttttt*

Brass Tacks: I'm don't ask every piece of consumer software to be aimed at the idiot demographic I occupy. But for pete's sake, somewhere in 800 words of adulation, you can squeeze in "basic server knowledge and your own web site required." It's not too much to ask.

Ok, I'm here...

Hey ya'll. I've spent the last 48 hours playing catch up since getting back home and am really no closer to normal than I was when I landed. There's probably a lesson here somewhere that I'm missing.

But I'm back. Back to my wonderful house, my amazing girlfriend, a warm group of friends and a foggy, everything-is-important city that I've grown to love. I guess it was much easier packing up my room and closing the door on the home I grew up in and Ann Arbor, the town of my birth, since I knew I had somewhere to go. Somewhere else where the streets now seemed intuitive, where day had a harmony of their own, where my life as a grown man and not a kid could leap off from and soar. Somewhere like home.

I had lunch with Derek this morning and wrapped up the trip. After Ann Arbor, 4 days in New York spent mostly in meetings with publicists, agents and a few CBers, followed by stumping as my friend Joanna's date to a wedding in Saratoga Springs and then 2 days at Canyon Ranch in the Berkshires with my folks. A very productive, way-too-long jet stream across 3 states that I shant repeat again. Next summer, shorter, more frequent trips.

And now I'm back. I've got a review due for SF Station on Tuesday, helping out with Fray Day 6, pulling a book proposal together, contributing stories to a local radio program, and hooking back up with everyone I've missed. Oh and my birthday is next week.

My dad once said to me that the sign of a great vacation is that you are eager to leave and eager to come back. This then was a great vacation.

So hey there. How have you been?

Home for Real:

I'm back. Much to tell. Off to unpack now.

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