Almost forgot that FFC just celebrated its ninth birthday. Historically, 9 isn't much of a milestone--at least our eighth anniversary lent itself to a nifty visual (the giant 8 that starts the countdown on film leader, if you'll recall). That being said, this occasion marks the end of an eventful, if not tumultuous, year that included one death, one birth, the addition of Alex Jackson, the launching of this blog, and the publication of our first book. I don't think I could've predicted any of that from this vantage point last May.
Still, the more things change, the more they stay the same: today the PR person for a studio that shall remain nameless informed me of cutbacks in the number of screeners they're setting aside for press--a change in policy that will apparently only affect online critics. (I replied with a link to this article, recently published in THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER.) But while I'm frustrated that the stigma against non-analog media has proven itself so intractable, at least they're not letting us grow complacent, y'know?
Nothing to commemorate Revolution No. 9 except Alex's excellent piece on Love Me Tender, Travis' mercy-killing of Rumor has it..., and my own review of Terry Zwigoff's disappointing Art School Confidential. But who knows what the future has in store?
Hot Off the Presses (5/10)
Walter mans the torpedoes against Poseidon. And speaking of bombshells, did anyone else want to climb the nearest water tower and start a-snipin' after watching last night's season finale of "Gilmore girls"?