I’ve set myself a new challenge to deal with two problems.
One is just a personal gripe, the kind that only matters to your inner nagging voice: the monologue that convinces you minor problems are a major social barrier in your life. For me, this gripe is films and the tiny number of them I can say I’ve watched.
For a while I used to pretend I’d seen things when they were brought up in conversation among groups of people. But that started to backfire, so now I just wait for the raised eyebrows and missed beats when I say I never saw The Sixth Sense or The Matrix growing up.
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In the past two or three years, I’ve realised that I enjoy films a lot; I just have no clue about where to start, and can’t rely on other people’s recommendations and decisions forever. Watching a film a week should force some kind of palate to form.
The other problem I’m facing is every writer’s battle of when, why and what to write; how to find something that motivates you to sit down regularly (even when inspiration is scarce); something that will hold the words you throw at it after a long spell of uninterrupted procrastinating.
So, I’ll be writing a film review of sorts every week. My lack of film knowledge and reference points means these may not qualify as a true critic’s reviews. But there will be a jumble of thoughts on other related points and hopefully these bring you new appreciation for a favourite film of yours.
At the very least, these reviews will get me in front of the page once a week and give me some chance of chiming in when people make pop culture jokes. I’m calling the series Film Revision.