Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Musings of an aging video hound.



I had a revelation today.
Being an 80's/90's video hound trained me to be a good writer.

Before Amazon and IMDB, to be a heavy duty movie explorer and collector, you needed paper catalogs and paper guides, and I was almost internet fast at flying through those suckers.

It trained you in the organizational skills needed to keep your own giant-ass collection sorted.
All that organizing trains your mind for sorting timelines, and that helps in writing.

Plus, watching enough good movies teaches you to recognize the bad ones, and vice-versa, so you learn to decode storytelling.

Well, I use the global "you" most knuckleheads just slurp this shit up passively.
And then I get to get lumped in with the couch potatoes.
Whee, fun.
Society is such a hoot.
Anyhooo!

Fast-forward to the 2010's-present, and I've been escaping to my old 80's/90's safe space in the theaters, and on my blog, subconsciously doing the reviews to escape Margaret's big-sistering expectations to write the next Harry Potter.

Little realizing I was using all the same skills anyway.

Realizing that....I don't need to escape anymore.
And realizing that, it doesn't tear me to shreds that the theaters are dying anymore.

If I'm brutally honest with myself, the only plus to theaters was seeing the movie a year early.
Thanks to human beings, theaters kind of blow.
That I had enough asshole experiences to make a whole chapter of my little revenge based blog story really says something.

My favorite part of "Zack Snyder's Justice League" after the film itself, was not having to put up with the miserable corporate management dickhead sat in front of me at the Whedon Cut telling his son how important he was at his job, and that's why he had to leave his cellphone on during the film.
Die in a blue hot fire, you rectum mouthed bag of raccoon puke.
Yeah, I'm not gonna miss that shit.
Good riddance.

Anyway, having that whole epiphany finally gives me as much confidence in my writing as I always had in my video hound-ery.
They both come from the same wellspring.

I'll still find stuff to review from time to time, cuz it's fun, but I don't need it like an addict anymore.
I'm all right now.
I'm at peace.


3 comments:

B. D. said...

I myself am kind of running out of shit to watch.
There's plenty of classics and art films to try, but they'll be homework assignments more than films I'm really dying to watch.
Theaters: I really liked them 15 years ago...but it's been increasingly irrelevant for me to see anything other than one or two big genre epics on the big screen for a long time now and I'm burnt out on epics anyway.
And the experience has gotten worse--a half hour of commercials before movies now? You have to have some fucking pass to buy concessions and they're miserably overpriced? One theater here closed and was replaced by a mall theater, but that was before COVID.

Diacanu said...

Yep.
All of that.
I've been trying to outrun it, but I'm coming up on the stage that Prince came to.
Whenever he got bored and wanted new music to listen to, he made some.
The executers of his estate say if they release a new Prince album every year, it'll take 100+ years to clear out his archives.
I'll always be interested in what the Marvel/DC/Star Wars/Evil Dead/Ghostbusters franchises are up to, but that stuff trickles out slow as molasses.
Nothing else is satisfying me.
Gonna have to step up my own creating.
Sigh, this sucks, I just wanna be a lazy consumer like the good old days.

B. D. said...

Prince was likely a bit autistic.

It's also worth noting that for all the GOOD music he made...well, he is almost certainly outweighed by the chaff. Someone who reviewed his entire catalogue on another website told me he probably seven forgettable songs for every good one. Another guy said that only Robert Pollard from Guided By Voices was worse at deeming everything releasable.

"Baby Driver" is okay, for those chase scenes. And for Paul Williams from "Phantom Of The Paradise" turning up!! "Little Big Man" starring Dustin Hoffman, from 1970, is a good enough half parody half serious Western tall tale thingy.

But seriously, I can't name the last "masterpiece" film I saw. Probably "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me," but that was...lessee...2014, after I finished watching the original series? "Star Wars II: The Wrath Of Khan" possibly? "Mad Max: Fury Road," "I Tonya," "The Disaster Artist," "Knives Out," "In The Heat Of The Night," "Booksmart," "1917"?...nice films, but God knows none of them are ever going to crack my Top 40 or anything.

This year I'm now older than John Lithgow was in "Footloose." Depressing!!!

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