Episode 1: Introductions Writing about yourself is an involved process. There are rules. Unless you’re Morrissey, you’d probably want to steer clear of over-stuffed sycophantic revelry. Conversely, you don’t want to come across as overly self-deprecating because, really, that seems just a touch more self-indulgent than you’d hope. Ultimately, you have to ask yourself What am I trying to say? You’re not going to be able to essay everything about yourself in one succinct column. Both the best writer and the most shallow individual would be hard pressed to do that. You have to let it simmer slowly over time. Take a minute. There’s no rush. Let it happen.
Why should you, the reader, care? What does it matter?
During a top secret meeting at an undisclosed Cinadelphia stronghold, a plan was hatched for us to write stuff that stands outside the confines of reviews and screener contests. We want to remove the veil of anonymity between us, letting our individual personalities shine through. A risky proposition, to be sure, but hell. At least you’ll have some idea about who we are when you read the reviews that we write. I think that this sounds helpful.
Until the Cinedelphia staff meeting mentioned above, I have never really met any of the other contributors. Being a semi-regular attendee to PhilaMOCA events, I was sure that i had at the very least rubbed elbows with others who wrote for Cinedelphia here and there, but I had no clue who they were. I had been friends with Eric for a few years now as we worked together in the past at the Spring Garden location of TLA Video where he was my manager. The only other person with whom I had any contact with was Jill as she is the one tasked with both assigning screeners amongst the contributors and reading all of the crap that I write. Not that I’d ever met her in person. I couldn’t pick her out of a crowd, which is the same as saying that I really didn’t know her either.
So, what was I to expect? Who were these mysterious contributors? I imagined a gang. Like nunchucks and shit. Long hair. Leather jackets. Skateboards. Anyone who’s seen the 1990’s live action Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie knows what I’m talking about. A den of ne’er-do-wells doing ne’er-do-well type shit.
What I found wasn’t exactly that.
I found a group of vital and interesting individuals. People passionate about the art form of movies. Funny people. Proud Philadelphians. Nary a skateboard in sight. It struck me as odd that I was the only person in the group with a bunch of visible tattoos, but I guess that’s just my own personal bias. I was amongst like-minded peoples, feeling comfortable and feeling good.
With this in mind, I am ready to move ahead with the initiative of having personal columns for Cinedelphia. To essay the real me for all to read and judge as they see fit. To my new friends at Cinedelphia, I say HELLO! Nice to meet you and looking forward to getting to know everybody better.