When I finally finished fine tuning and posting my "The Year in Film: 2007" wrap-up earlier this week, I had this crushing sense of embarrassment, like I had just wasted a lot of time on something completely insignificant. But I'm here to thank everyone for all of your incredibly kind words. It even makes me feel like the effort was justified. My first thought after posting it was, "I'll never do that again," but now I'm not so sure. I can't deny who I am. I love movies. I am a nerd. I will continue to be who I am in 2008. If you can't take the steaming passion for cinema that Boredom at its Boredest generates, then crawl up out the kiln and chew on some ice cubes, ya bozacks!
Um, yeah. Anyway, if I may take the cue of the few kind bloggers out there who linked to my piece, I would like to link to a piece on another site. My Cocaine Angel partner-in-crime, Damian Lahey, wrote this remarkably honest piece for Indie Slate about how difficult it is to exist as a truly independent filmmaker. This should be handed out in film schools all over the country on the first day of class. Mandatory reading for anyone who is about to embark on the brave, terrifying journey of low-budget filmmaking. Bravo, Damian. And, don't worry, you'll make another movie.
I am writing to you from the abnormally chilly--yet still much warmer than the mid-Atlantic and beyond--world of Sarasota, Florida. It's very nice. And while I would love to write about my most recent revelation, one which might honestly change my life forever, I am going to wait until I arrive in Charleston, South Carolina on Tuesday, where I will be mansion-sitting with my sisters on Kiawah Island. At that point, my life will be 100% devoted to this revelation. You'll understand when I unleash the genius. For now, sit tight!
Until then, I imagine all of you out there are as excited for Sunday night's premiere of The Wire: Season 5 as I am. Sarasota isn't my town, but I have located a residence with HBO, which is where I'll be at 9pm to sit back and experience the final season of tragic magic set in the city where I rung in 2008: Bal'more!