Here it is again.
It’s that time of year when, having made the festival circuit in the winter and spring, I begin to look down the rows and rows of film titles online and in the paper, and chant that oh-so-familiar mantra:
“Seen it. Seen it. Seen it. Seen it.”
For a film fan (and professional film viewer) there is nothing more depressing than having the ‘pleasure viewing’ of films removed for any period of time– I work in film because I love going to the movies. I blog about them, I work on my own ideas for making them, but most of all, I go see them. The summer used to be the young filmlover’s haven, and I have always associated the cool comfort of the popcorn scented, air-conditioned darkness with being out of school, free to spend my days away from responsibility and at the movies. Of course, those were less critical times. Nowadays, the summer feels like a wasteland. With the Republican convention on the way and a lot of my friends leaving town, having a shortage of movies to see feels even more depressing…
Because the theaters are full of things I have already seen, I am now faced with a dilemma. Do I:
a) Go see films I have already seen?
b) See the new things that I haven’t seen that I’m pretty sure are not my cup of tea?
c) Program my own classics festival for myself on Netflix?
d) Shut my whiny mouth and get a real job?
e) Wait for the fall, my favorite season, when things get rolling again?
Hmmmm. The existential crisis of a privileged film lover.