Boy, I enjoy tortured, vague analogies to attempt to reach a point.
The point is this: 100 Years of Movies started as a very particular thing. Watch movies from each year in chronological order starting in the year 1910. Document what I'm watching and learning. Have fun.
At some point it became this movie review website where I found internalized pressure to have something to say about the films I was watching. Even if they were relatively pointless 1931 dramas with bad sound. I wanted to be that guy.
Which led me to a point where I felt no inspiration to say anything. Or more importantly, as I'd sit to write, I began feeling like the voice on paper wasn't mine anymore.
I needed to take some time to find my voice again. And you know what? I did. Sort of.
If this all sounds like some overblown goodbye, well, it is not.
It's more like an announcement that 100 Years of Movies is changing into something else.
What is it changing into?
I've always written this for me. And so it will certainly be that.
But I'm breaking off my self-imposed shackles of this being a solely classic film site. The watching films in order will always be here because it's a fun exercise for me. But if I have nothing to say, well then that's all you will get. But you will also get whatever the hell is currently on my brain.
You may also get some more ambitious things as well. If I can ever find the damn time to do them.
So for those still reading, thanks for coming here to read this and anything else I've written. I appreciate it more than I can say. I cannot promise I will be posting often, but this will always be here as my own personal megaphone. Speaking of which, let's talk about Interstellar and that Star Wars trailer....