Saturday, May 9, 2015

ICYMI: Orson Welles, "Female Movies," and More Catch-Up

As you may have noticed (but, who’re we kidding, probably not), I haven’t updated my eponymous blog here for quite some time. The reason is simple: Blogger, in spite of my multi-year use of it, is actually a terrible interface, and the easies thing about it when making my weekly-to-biweekly ICMYI posts was that I could just drag and drop links, and not have to highlight and plug in URLs and the whole nine yards. So, of course, they changed something and did away with that functionality.

So it took me a while to work up the energy to put a post together, but I did it, BECAUSE I CARE, DAMNIT. Here are a few of the better things I’ve written over the last month and a half (links to all of my recent work here.)

·      I did a long-form piece on the very strange world of Twitter’s “celebrity parody” accounts.
·      Orson Welles would have turned 100 this month! I did a deep dive into his adaptation of Heart of Darkness, which was to have been his debut feature before it fell apart and he went to his back-up, that Citizen Kane thing.
·      My monthly “So Bad It’s Good” feature continues: this month I looked at the martial arts/gymnastics epic Gymkata, while last month I dug in to the recently re-rereleased bonkers wild cat movie Roar.
·      Of leaked emails and “female movies.”
·      My earnest plea to please, please stop calling everything a reboot.
·      Oh hey, I was on the teevee again!
·      I went to Tribeca! My capsule review of the narrative and documentary films there; coverage of the many Monty Python events; premiere report on Schwarzenegger’s Maggie; and a kind of annoying conversation with George Lucas.
·      Making movies the Adam Sandler way: with Mad-Libs.
·      On cynicism about journalism, and in movies about journalists.
·      I went to a Gremlins reunion, and it was fun.
·      Mad Men is comfort food. Here’s why.
·      For Pretty Woman’s 25th anniversary, a look at the much darker movie it could have been.
·      And finally, some thoughts on why I (and, it seems, many other people) love true crime documentaries.