After three and a half years of college, I finally figured out what I wanted to do with my life: I was going to be a film critic. I went to talk to my favorite college professor, one of the few at my school who taught classes in film studies, about career options. Essentially, I asked him how to get his job. After rephrasing my question so it didn't sound like I was trying to put him out of work, he explained that the first thing I'd need to go was get a master's degree in cinema studies. His other advice: "Write. Write everyday. Write about every movie you see. Write anywhere you can get published."
In early 2002, this was still something of a difficult task. At that time, blogs were still in their infancy — in 2002, I only knew one guy who had a blog, and he used it to talk shit about his friends behind their backs, so blogging seemed like a weird and vaguely icky practice. Instead I had to find editors willing to publish my work — and eventually I did. Slowly but surely, I worked my way up the ladder, from unpaid columnist to unpaid columnist at a slightly larger website, to unpaid columnist at an even more impressive website, and finally to poorly paid columnist at a less impressive website. That was ten years ago. Today, the process is a whole lot easier; just go on Tumblr or Blogger, start a site, and begin filing reviews.
I wonder, though: would I have been a better writer in the long-run if I'd gone that route? Do the barriers to entry in a field weed out the passionate from the dilettantes? Is the dedicated amateur better than the informed professional? At his site, Smell of Popcorn, Max Lalanne votes in favor of the former — which, he says, isn't killing criticism, but rather helping it evolve."
"Times are a changing, but it’s for the best. If film criticism itself is the act of print publications having the only respectable critics worth reading, then yes, film criticism is dying. But if film criticism is the pure and great act of analyzing and reviewing cinema, then my friends, it is a blooming and flourishing art that is being fueled more and more everyday."
Obviously Lalanne is proud of his site and of the platform that he has to express himself. And that's great. Some critics, including Roger Ebert, have declared this "The Golden Age of Film Criticism" — because the Internet has given anyone with a perspective on film the outlet to share it with world.
But perhaps it is time to separate the practice of film criticism with the profession of film criticism. If Lalanne wants to write about movies in his spare time for the rest of his life, he certainly can. But if he ever wants to transition from Smell of Popcorn to a paid gig, that transition is going to be a whole lot tougher. Soon, it may be completely impossible.
As valuable as the Internet's thousands of perspectives are — and as truly inspiring as it is when someone like Lalanne self-publishes film criticism purely for the love of the game — it's worth remembering that value and inspiration come at a price. And it's one that's being paid not just by critics, but by writers and editors in all forms of journalism. If you want to devote yourself full-time to the movies in the future, you'll probably have to be a professor like my old college advisor. Otherwise, you better have a sugar daddy or sugar mama willing to pay your bills (if said sugar daddy or mama is reading this right now, you can contact me at email@example.com. My wife says she understands).
I started writing about film around the same age as Lalanne. I was lucky enough that I didn't have to get a day job to pay the bills for very long; ten years later, this is my day job. I just hope film criticism's evolution doesn't kill the careers of the next generation of critics.
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