Let's Get Reel: An Introduction

Hello, readers. Welcome to Let's Get Reel. (And suddenly I feel as though I should be cueing up some 70s game show music a la The Dating Game.)

I read a joke today about bloggers that goes something like this: "Never has there been so many people with nothing to say saying so much." And here I am, ready to add my nothings to the heap. However, there is certainly a fine line between informative and/or entertaining blogs that add value to the world wide web and the uninspired rantings of someone with too much time on their hands.

I already have a food blog from which, for budgetary reasons, I have been on hiatus (check out Amateur Noms if you're interested), but food blogs tend to fall into the former of the aforementioned categories as they are generally informative by nature or at the very least, pleasant to look at (mmm, food porn). Let's Get Reel has been rolling around in my head for some time now, but it has taken me more than a few self-pep talks to get things going since this type of blog is only as good as its writer, and let's face it, there's a bit of pressure in that notion. Even as I researched my brainstormed blog titles (I had no desire to steal anyone's name), I flip-flopped on whether this was a good idea or not. Then I ran across one blogger who's post Google was gracious enough to pull up, which read: "[Insert Movie Title Here.] Well, what can I say? I liked it." Hell, folks, I can at least do better than that. And with that, a blog was born.

Film and literature have been my not-so-secret obsessions throughout my life, so by the time I was a year into college, I knew the major where my interests would be best suited. Five years later, I graduated with a master's in English, but because of my particular interests, I pursued as much coursework as possible in comparative literature with a focus in film. Now, fairly fresh out of school with two degrees in hand, I may as well spend my time on street corners with a sign that says "Will Write For Food." See, there's not much of a market in this economy for my kind, with all of my fancy-shmancy, highfalutin words and my arsty-fartsy interests.

Ya know what happens to artsy-fartsy people with no way to vent their skills? They spontaneously combust with random acts of criticism and a borderline Tourette-like regurgitation of knowledge. I'm moderately convinced my husband will no longer watch movies with me unless my mouth is securely duct taped shut. This is not a victimless crime, my friends. My friends and family have suffered at the hands of my stifled creativity. If gainful employment is not in my future, there is only one hope for me and my loved ones: this blog.

Each week, I'll be giving my two cents on whatever is in my DVD player or on the screen at my local multiplex. Eventually I'll work out a regimen of some kind, but for now I'll be adding them as I see them and we'll go from there. I genuinely hope you enjoy this cinephile's musings, readers. Because if you don't, I'll be forced to audibly assault my husband with my ramblings again, and nobody wants that, do we?