I don’t find myself to be particularly endearing in whatever small and large community exists on the internet that I may or may not be a part of at the moment. It’s not by intentional choice. I probably just don’t care enough or am too busy to make much effort. I like readers and I like feedback but I frequently don’t have much use for pleasantries or overt friendliness. I’d hope that I’m approachable if anything needed to be sorted out or asked, but I’m unsure as to how much that matters. I’m also not very ambitious, a fatal flaw in this instance.
So, we soldier on. We do our little reviews and we peck out little posts here from time to time. It’s never as often as ideal or as insightful as hoped. That it’s all done rather anonymously complicates matters a tiny bit. No one would buy that it’s performance art but it almost is, at times.
What’s nice is simplification, of breaking a film down in a few sentences and then, while acknowledging the additional complexities involved, leaving the reader/viewer on his or her own to finish the job. Writing about movies is such a cathartic experience but it’s nearly impossible not to wonder if you’re being heard or understood. I sometimes think the internet has created more people who want to write about film than those who want to read about it, and then I wonder if I’m guilty of that very infraction.
More reviews, more posts coming later.