I just don't know.

Apologies. Not so much to you, because you probably don't give a damn. Apologies to myself. For not keeping up with this damned blog. Like most journals and diaries of my past, I have slacked and neglected.

Here's the problem:

Every time I think of something I want to write about, I end up asking myself, "Is this truly blog worthy?" But why? I invented this thing, and it can live or die by my hand. Maybe I don't want to limit this blog to movies. For example, I enjoyed writing that last post, which was only peripherally related to a movie-review. Maybe I should just make this blog a review of... whatever? It might be more interesting. And I might have more interest in keeping it maintained. Sure, I will still have insecurities. Am I interesting? Am I saying anything original? Who cares? What's the point? When am I going to do laundry?

I'm all over the place on this one. Bottom line: I need some inspiration. Since my last entry earlier this month, I've watched Kinsey, Born into Brothels, Ordinary People, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Rachel Getting Married, and Jesus Camp. You will notice that I haven't reviewed any of these films and frankly, I don't intend to review them. I am rebelling against my own system! (Foiled again!) But why!? Kinsey made me shrug. Born Into Brothels was sad but I forgot it 20 minutes later. Ordinary People is way dated in every way possible... and not in a great sense. Cuckoo's Nest had me watching the clock. Rachel impressed me, but my critique ended there. And Jesus Camp.... well let's just say I almost vomited. And that was about the strongest reaction I had to any of the above.

Yesterday my mailbox surprised me with Kramer vs. Kramer, the next film on my agenda. And, though I've had over a day to take it in, I have stalled. I think I need to give myself permission to just go wherever this thing takes me. It's like wandering around in a city I hardly know... I have sort of an idea of what I'd like to see, but if I don't get there, I'll probably still enjoy myself. I hope....

In closing, a picture of the #1 Victorian Novel you should avoid this year. Or ever...