July 25, 2017 §
I haven’t been keeping up with the site very much, and as such, it’s mostly functioned as a professional placeholder. That said, I’m thinking of making the time to update it more frequently (weekly, hopefully? At least, bi-weekly?) Frankly, I grew up with the belief that it was impolite to speak about oneself, an idea that does not lend itself to blogging and that the internet and social media has made hopelessly antiquated.
That said, I’m going to attempt to focus the blog portion of this site on things other than myself, but that concern my work as a writer. (If you have discovered this page by some miraculous accident, I am a writer and filmmaker. Most of my recent work as been in video games.) I’ll attempt to update On Fridays.
Till Friday, then. And I’ll leave you with a scene from my latest obsession: Paterson directed by Jim Jarmusch. This movie is transcendent. It is, as John Cassavetes hoped his own films would be, a movie that’s the “same size as life,” yet for all its lack of explosions and bikinis and time travel, Paterson shows how sublime daily life can be. Filmmakers don’t do that shit anymore.
May 24, 2013 §
Your weekly round-up from around the interweb.
Indiewire has stills from Jim Jarmusch’s vampire flick, Only Lovers Left Alive, in competition at Cannes!
The Atlantic laments the fall of charm, as if it was that commonplace in the good ol’ days.
Only the self-aware can have charm: It’s bound up with a sensibility that at best approaches wisdom, or at least worldliness, and at worst goes well beyond cynicism. It can’t exist in the undeveloped personality. It’s an attribute foreign to many men because most are, for better and for worse, childlike. These days, it’s far more common among men over 70—probably owing to the era in which they reached maturity rather than to the mere fact of their advanced years.
I just discovered Blake and Mortimer, a sci-fi comic book (and later cartoon) cousin to The Adventures of Tintin. Check out the opening credits of the TV show: