Why Saturday? I’m an aging 12-year old and I remember Saturday as the day for watching cartoons, going to the movies, checking the drug store to see if the new issue of Famous Monsters of Filmland was in yet, and reading the latest Edgar Rice Burroughs release from Ace Books.
So am I confessing to arrested development? To a degree, but I am old enough now to know that the pop culture artifacts I love are not necessarily representative of the best the human race has to offer. When I was 12, Burroughs was the greatest writer of all time. Now he’s only in the top dozen. Just kidding. (Sort of.)
What can you expect to find on this blog? Reviews, commentary, opinions (lots of those), stupid opinions (lots and lots of those)—generally a continuing love of the things most people expect to find around the bottom rungs of the pop culture ladder. I love pulp magazines, vintage comic strips, movies old and new, detective stories. I adore and have strong feelings about the norms--comedy and drama—but for reasons that may or may not become clear to you and me in time, my heart truly belongs to the extreme forms of farce and melodrama. I suppose that makes me an outlaw critic. I’ve realized over the years that other reviewers hold several of my passions beneath contempt. To those people I say . . . well, I’ll say it as we go along.
I’m already posting on some other blogs and websites—efilmcritic.com for movies, bookgasm.com for books and comics, and a couple of others—but this is the place at which all my stuff will be gathered. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. And vice versa.