Speaking of The Dead, that’s a pretty apropos post to begin the ‘new year,’ given my continual failure to remain committed to the purpose of this: I consume a lot of media, I like to write, so why not write about the media? Lionsgate finally got around to releasing the DVD, but it appears as though ten or so minutes of the movie have been removed without explanation (there’s now a recall, to get your copy replaced). That said, what I saw was beautiful, so it’s a bit of a shame to realize after the fact that some of it was missing.
And take note – the version I got from Netflix was the 73 minute “expurgated” version, so it seems like they haven’t been replacing the discs (given it came out in November, and has only now made it to the top of my queue). Hopefully with a note to their customer service, they’ll take advantage of the recall on a case by case basis. So all this shouldn’t be a way of suggesting you don’t seek out this film. It’s definitely worth it, if only to see an earnest and sincere attempt to convert James Joyce’s short story to the screen, which is no small task.
I’m easing myself into my media-writing now. I intend (again) to write a little about everything I see this year. So far, that’s only been two movies: The Dead and The Fantastic Mr. Fox, so I’m not too far behind. Last year, I made it all the way through mid-February before I started falling hopelessly behind. But I am reinvigorated and with spirit renewed. It’s also a shame that this first movie is such a killer – expect to see me write more about it once I see those missing ten minutes.
I’m also considering inviting people over to my house to watch a movie, and then forcing them to write something on this blog about it. A conversational video club, as it were. There are plenty of things hanging over my head that I want, least of all The Wages of Fear on Blu-Ray. The whole intention of this blog is that the further I get away from school and the deeper I get into my career, I feel my brain becoming more and more cottony–and I wish to stem the tide against that. There was a time when I enjoyed engaging in, evaluating and critiquing the things I read. But with complacency in daily work seems to come an encompassing complacency that engulfs the whole of my off-time, a driving desire to be “off” and disengaged. Maybe a reflection here or there can help clear out some of the cob webs.

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