Christine CaruanaFrustration Is Very Inspiring
December 18th 2008 10:48
I have always loved movies.
When I was four I used to insist on watching E.T. once a week. At the end, without fail, I would be a sobbing hysterical mess who could not be consoled because watching Elliot lose his best friend to another galaxy was very hard for my four year old brain to process. And yet, a week or so later, I would want to watch it again. Even as a small child I enjoyed reveling in tragedy, and making myself miserable, it seems.
When I was nine I placed second in a district wide art competition. We had to draw something based on the sentence 'Everyone is special', and my depiction of people of different races and disabilities standing on a world suspended in a universe of stars and hearts was enough to win me a prestigious $50 Video Ezy voucher that seriously and actually changed my life.
In the thousands of films I watched over the subsequent years, comparatively few were worth my time. Like a crack addict searching for a pure hit, or at least one worth my money and livelihood, the amount of bad trips possibly did me actual brain damage, and now I have decided to dedicate a blog to reviewing these films that have forced me time and time again to ask myself, my television, my friends, the universe at large, and now the internet, "How did this get made?!"
When I was four I used to insist on watching E.T. once a week. At the end, without fail, I would be a sobbing hysterical mess who could not be consoled because watching Elliot lose his best friend to another galaxy was very hard for my four year old brain to process. And yet, a week or so later, I would want to watch it again. Even as a small child I enjoyed reveling in tragedy, and making myself miserable, it seems.
When I was nine I placed second in a district wide art competition. We had to draw something based on the sentence 'Everyone is special', and my depiction of people of different races and disabilities standing on a world suspended in a universe of stars and hearts was enough to win me a prestigious $50 Video Ezy voucher that seriously and actually changed my life.
In the thousands of films I watched over the subsequent years, comparatively few were worth my time. Like a crack addict searching for a pure hit, or at least one worth my money and livelihood, the amount of bad trips possibly did me actual brain damage, and now I have decided to dedicate a blog to reviewing these films that have forced me time and time again to ask myself, my television, my friends, the universe at large, and now the internet, "How did this get made?!"
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