Another blog, another day, another dollar for some, My labor of love in writing the last few days has been thinking, reflecting, soul searching, praying and came up with the best idea possible for me in terms of film blogging. Having written reviews for years, I’m putting them up in chronological order, starting with Ill Postino, written in 1996, as well as bring the new ones. There is also a summary of my reviewing journey there as well to the present time. Here’s the link to the review: Ill Postino (The Postman). I trust the about page will explain my thinking behind it.
Reviews are written forms of communication so a reviewer needs to communicate. A reviewer needs to write clearly to get a point across. A reviewer of films, stage, and music, and stuff like that, and books and all that kind of thing, really has to commit to an opinion of a work to get their point across. Why? It’s clear. Following one point through to the end makes for transparent writing. The reader understands the point of view easily. For years, I lacked the decision-making power to commit to an opinion and express that. My voice came through, but not my point of view. I expressed or described my impressions of a film, but not really articulate a point of view clearly. But, I believe, coming down on one side can make for the better writing. And one must be believable with their point of view. Does it ring true? Does the writer believe in it? So, conviction in one’s view is of the essence and the reader should know if it sounds authentic.
Eventually a writer has stop writing off their head and realize something: how will I present myself? Personally, I can write without thinking too much and not concentrate on presentation, the pieces come out sounding good, but these may be “experimental” works or pieces in retrospect. Better still, is to settle on a presentation that suits me best. I can learn from other people’s presentations in any genre, but the trick is to know which is more like me. When it clicks, I know it. And suitable inspiration can come in unusual and unexpected places. More on this later.
They tell me it’s so; the customer service rep, the company, the retailer. They tell me! And I felt it more now. I shouldn’t, but I did. And that we do, that I do, that you do, that no one else but you and no one else but me does. We are all special—as consumers. And when I am the customer service rep and the company man and get paid, I know how all those customer service reps must feel when they I pay them, because of my custom. It feels just wonderful.
Thinking I was some kind of expert on U2, with reviews of their early albums posted about two years ago, I realized that I did never like that much their early albums anyway. It’s okay for those kind of reviewers who can appreciate their early material, but it was The Joshua Tree (1987) that made me aware that were actually other U2 albums out there, not that these early ones resonated much.