Sunday, May 8, 2011

New Page Complete: REEL Reviews

" And just what makes me fit to be a critic, you ask? Just where do I get the gall to think I'm credible enough to cast such judgment? "

Given my love for the movie industry and having spent thousands over the years on ownership alone, an obsessive hobby of mine since … well … since I was a fetus practically! I've finally got the means and the confidence enough to render myself unable to fend off my urge for personal commentary and critiques any longer.

Sure, maybe I've got the same gall that all critics have, when the lot of them have never swam the full Olympic league in the pool before wagging their tongues off about the temperature of the water. But what makes me credible? The fact that the entire spectrum of movie making and all manner of fruits reaped from the written word is an extreme Art. One that only a true artist can take full advantage of, appreciate, and still know what the hell they're talking about. So, if you've come hither looking for the usual nothings-ever-good-enough pessimism or the desperate overreaches for wit and humor, all in the form of recyclable trash-talk … look elsewhere.

As just such an artist, aspiring and otherwise, it remains evident here with every issued link that I solely give insight on just what each movie brings to the table. Because I don't go to see a movie looking or demanding for something the creators haven't readily offered. Its their amusement park, I'm just in line for the ride. I go to their world with a readily open mind and come out on the other side with verdicts specific to what threads the journey has spun in my brain … and not whatever yarn I've spun from nothing before I even buckled my seatbelt.

I see, I think, I ponder, and consider from the universal perspective; whether the outlook from center stage, to the sidelines, behind the scenes, or between the lines. I'm there. And so I think and write like I am. Nothing more. Nothing less. Thus, without further gilding the Lily, here it is: my collection of critiques on what I've watched lately. And now including Video Game Reviews!

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New Page Complete: Rants N Raves

” As ignorance and her squalid brood spew a universal dearth of intellect, total abstinence from literacy and logic is very generally practiced. " -- Colin Goodykoontz

As was stated more plainly in 1833, and rings true even to date as truth alone can rise even from such ashes. To no acquired taste of those of my feather, it seems now more than ever, unfortunately, that ANY form of knowledge and insightful logic is avoided like the plague. Reflected and rejected as an unnecessary weight upon the human condition.
Perhaps understandable what with History, itself, showing the most intelligent to be the most depressed. From Einstein right down to the poor, the bullied , and the conspired-against of this day and age … and all whom walk the same long, red mile of likened sorts so dominating the charts of suicide risk, today. All leading remarkably to that logical yet absurd conclusion that Ignorance is Bliss. Still, allow this to stand testament that Intelligence and Intellect remain sacred as all else tarnished by the hollowed world at large, and most certainly as the only things besides our ethics that we may take beyond the grave.
I elect this as the foundation for all my perspective Blogs, from random topics to news & article commentary, controversies and conspiracies. All of which will all be compiled here as a series of links as these individual Blogs are birthed. Call it my ode to a burden exaggerated, yet still one to be tamed and used neither to persecute nor forsake the indisputable facts. But to shed so much needed light upon each subject and all concerned, if only to expose them for what they are and present themselves to be; not excluding even myself. I leave it only for the enlightened to decide what to do with it all. With all the infamous certainty and equal humility, requesting only this:
“ If any should take up my case, I require that they judge the best. ” Anne Boleyn.


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New Page Complete: The Bliss of Solitude

" I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high over vales and hills. When all at once I saw a crowd ... a host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company. I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought, what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood ... they flash upon that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude. And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils." William Wordsworth's "Daffodils".

It is a poem used time and again, a legend that repeats itself more than humanity can seem to keep up with spawning minds even remotely the likeness. We've all heard it. Read it. Written on it, willing and not. Still it remains, and always will. Not at all unlike the very art of which I choose to now identify & define it with.
As sure as writing is the one art that demands you are at your most alone, it is not only utter solitude, but the very bliss of it so depicted. It is only within such bliss that the greatest of creations are birthed. Like the Daffodils do they sprout, from the ashes of pain and toil, nurtured by the blood, sweat, and tears of their literal sorcerers. Yet, if you are anything like me, these seedlings tend to pop up by the legions, stretching in such never-ending possibility, their potential growing just as unchecked and unbridled. While nagging reality and every obstacle it has to offer leaves you to watch almost helpless as they pile upwards and outwards, like stars threatening never to burn out ... your own personal Milky Way of treasures simply waiting to be given a name, and then, to be gifted unto the world. A universe wrought from mysticism, awaiting mankind to grow stronger in wit enough to seize it. Just as our reality began solely as an idea, it takes a writer to seize such ideas and make them real. Perhaps it is our birthright. God's sole purpose for us, and why we walk in his image.

Still, we are only human and therefore do what we can, not only to make our peace with such a destiny, looming about us both in and out of our dreams ... but also, to nurture and protect them. They are our brain-children. The best and the worst parts of us harmoniously gift-wrapped within what messages we have to offer. Only a writer can make peace with such loneliness that is eternal reflection, and all the burdens that accompany it ... it is ours, alone, to bear. So, here I am, finally bearing it the only way I've yet come to know how. Though I bear it in mind that treading carefully on spilling the goods of my works-in-progress, fearing always the inevitable child-snatcher incapable of enduring the labor-pains that comes with the spawning of ideas ... always easier to take what you did not give in the first place, is it not? Putting ones own ideas on a pedestal has nothing to do with ego or arrogant conceit. They are yours to pride, and as a writer, you must never fail to do so; no matter the thoughts of critics.

Still, I know how such ideas hound you day in and day out, where it becomes unbearable to keep from sharing the highlights of your road so traveled ... even while you've not yet reached your destination. Such is where I find myself as I write this, wanting to share but with care not to give away spoilers of my current projects before they are published. So I've decided to use this page and all blogs to be categorized under it as a means to show that I practice what I preach, as is on my Scrivenerium page ... only, using my current works as examples in how I apply the tactics I so liberally share therein.

Of course, what writer can also resist the opportunities to pose their wish lists ... especially one such as myself whose ambition is to carry over from novelist to screenwriter to producer someday; constantly dreaming about how every aspect of my brain-children will be put to the flesh. From worthy portrayals (if only by comparison) to overall visions as setting themes and story elements (historical and otherwise) right down even to musical soundtracks! Oh, I've got it all. For as sure as any true writer thinks of writing from the moment they wake to the moment they get horizontal each night, so much time and space for the imagination comes with much to share! Thus, here I now and always, I share it all with you, my beloved readers! 
Character portrayals & profiles. Visual montages for descriptive themes and settings. Posters & graphics for all the above. From examples that are Must-Have's, where no other imitations are acceptable to my visions ... to just comparisons that I definitely support being used to find the new blood of the next generation to deliver. Besides, with so little originality left in the world, who can resist playing the sorcerer's apprentice?? It is always only what you make of it that makes it original to begin with. Thus, feedback heavily encouraged here above all else, given it will help me get the sorcery of my brain between hard-covers and in your hands all the swifter! So stay tuned! There will always be something worth dishing out on this subject matter.

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