I’m the guy behind The Filmist, and I just loves me some of that sweet, sweet celluloid. You can find my writings over at The Filmist., coincidentally.
Currently, I write for several online publications as well as the occasionally much more lengthy piece in The Moving Arts or Film Comment, although those are very, very rare. I’m sincerely lucky to have found a collective to work within who seem to have as much on their plate outside of film criticism as I do, because if they didn’t I’d be that one lonely contributor who watched his deadlines woosh past with alarming alacrity. And yet, at the same time, these are some of the best and most concise voices within the contemporary arena, bar none – outside of myself, of course. I suck. Disheveled, ratty-haired college boys (or lecturers, as the case might be) with that intellectual fervor in the back of their heads, that’s the new face of the field, I think.
What’s been keeping me away from the typewriter? Linux programming confusion, and a new workout regiment. Which includes, ha ha – busting my ass on a skateboard regularly.