…on one of the supreme pleasures of being a film critic:
Some people hate watching films in the daytime, and some love it for the bunking-off-school feeling of naughtiness. I am in the second category. And there’s an extra-special thrill for the film reviewer: going to see a film in the morning. At 10.30, or even earlier. It feels illegal, immoral and absolutely brilliant. Short of actually drinking a pint of absinthe and smoking one of Lord Henry Wootton’s opium-flavoured cigarettes in the cinema foyer, it couldn’t be more decadent. I feel sure this less‑than‑innocent pleasure will never pall.
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I get that feeling but it ends once I get inside the theater, there I forget the time of the day
I would love to be a film critic except for one thing: I’d feel obligated to see all the films, even the ones I would despise and know it before I set foot in the theatre. So I watch my 100-150 films a year for the sheer joy of amateur criticism that no one reads because its in my head.
Note: A good chunk of that number is on TCM. I buy tickets for 30-40 movies a year.
I totally agree with this. There is something wonderful about being in a theater during the day, when right proper folks are working or in school. Sadly, the opportunity to do this rarely presents itself.
Then you’re not a true movie lover. :->
I want to see every movie ever made. Even the bad ones.
I can understand feeling obligated to watch the bad ones, but wanting to see them? I’d get bored and start deconstructing the three act structure of the screenplay or something.
But *why* are bad movies bad? That’s as interesting as trying to figure out what makes good movies good!
Somehow I find this very hard to believe. You’ve stated in the past you planned on skipping certain films (Furry Vengeance and Old Dogs to name a few).
For me, MAJ’s willingness (one might even say fervor) to see the films I suspect are bad – that she suspects are bad – is one of the reasons I so appreciate her. She takes the bullet for us, and then turns a flesh-wound into a delightful bit of critical writing, à la her rip-roaringly funny critique of The Last Airbender. Keep on being a cinephile, MaryAnn, and we’ll work on getting you promoted to the NSA…
As opposed to me, who actually bunked off school to watch movies
I’m glad MaryAnn takes the bullet for us – there’s just too much crap out there