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Isn’t it pretentious to use the term “film” rather than “movies”? Why yes–yes, it it. But for me, there’s a critical distinction between a work of art and a work of mass consumption–not that the two are mutually exclusive, mind you, and sometimes a movie can become a film with the passage of time and the haze of nostalgia and vice versa.
Jaws, for example, is a film now, but when first released it was marketed and received as a movie. The Godfather has always been considered a film, but it is such a part of pop culture now that sometimes it feels more like a movie–a great movie, but a movie. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
In this space, I’ll write about films I like, and sometimes movies, too. Sometimes full-on reviews, and sometimes thinking about specific scenes or lines. Sometimes as they relate to a broader cultural context, and sometimes all by themselves. Sometimes I’ll write about personal issues I have with the genre–like my trouble with “suspension of disbelief”–and sometimes I’ll just let it roll.
My critical stance is somewhere between the brilliant Pauline Kael reviews I discovered in college and the “thumbs up/thumbs down” dichotomy of Siskel & Ebert that I waited for every Saturday afternoon in high school. In any case, I hope that here you’ll find something to make you think a little differently about film, movies, and everything in between.
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