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Greetings from the working world. I've been meaning to announce this proper since it happened, several weeks ago, but what I'm announcing has kept me just a little too busy to get around to it. Most people who read this blog probably already got the memo, but here it is anyway: I am now the full-time staff critic for Time Out Chicago.
This is a big deal for me. I've been doing semi-professional film criticism for about six years now, starting at the webzine Film Monthly (those with cruel curiosity can poke through their archives for some of my primitive early reviews) and eventually ending up at In Review Online. Somewhere in between, I started this blog.
I've always tried to treat criticism as a second (or third) job—if you don't take your work seriously, no one will—but I gave up years ago believing that I would ever make a full-time living doing it. So color me surprised and elated and kind of baffled by this opportunity I've been afforded. I'm only two weeks into the gig, and it's definitely been a period of adjustment—writing on strict deadline is tough work, as is adhering to rigid wordcount requirements. But oh how wonderful and unexpected it is to be artistically challenged by my day job. It feels like a new beginning.
In any case, I'm hoping to get into the habit of posting links to my TOC pieces in a timely fashion. Obviously, that hasn't happened of late, so here's a big, fat link dump of everything I've reviewed over the last two weeks:
I Love You Phillip Morris (On Demand)
Some Days Are Better Than Others
Strange Powers: Stephin Merritt and the Magnetic Fields
Winter in Wartime
The Chicago Latino Film Festival
And for those who have been with me from the start, a moldie oldie from the back catalogue: Kurosawa's Pulse. Hey, everybody has to start somewhere.