One day the age of seven (or eight I don’t remember exactly) I wrote a short story with an orange crayon at the back of a textbook. Ever since then I have decided what I want to do with my life: to write.
I didn’t know exactly what to write. This has evolved from my lofty ideals of writing a novel to more feasible pursuits of crafting short stories, the few of which have not been published nor seen the light of day. As cynical cliches often go, dreams don’t always come true. Creative and fiction writing is an impractical pursuit for the less privileged folks like me. Additionally on my side of the pond, the writing community is very exclusive – unless you went to the right University with their own publication or have connections, the chances are grim.
I ended up in content marketing after pursuing a career related to writing. I started this blog as a creative outlet. Somehow I got into film criticism, a perfect conduit for me to enjoy two of my favorite things (along with pasta, afternoon naps, food trips, traveling and wildlife) in this world: writing and film.
Contrary to popular belief of what people think of film critics – professional or not – I’m not a snobby reviewer who watches movies to rant about it later on. A part of appreciating art, and pretty much anything, is making meaningful conversations about it.
Everything here is my opinion. I’m not here to bash your favorite director, franchise or fandom. I don’t have any delusions that my writings will sway public opinion, influence box office figures or catch the attention of filmmakers.
These are just my insights and my way of appreciating great films. No more no less.