One Year Later.

It was just a year ago today that we began our film class. I still remember it fondly, and this blog is a nice memento of it. It's so great to read something one has written long ago, and forgotten about. It is like reading someone else's work, and it is in this venue, at last, that one can judge one's own work objectively. To that end, I laughed out loud at a few of my jokes. And a few of yours, as well.

I hope all of you are thriving in college. Alas, I suppose alcoholism has begun to wreak its slow havoc upon a few of you... that's to be expected. It needn't be fatal. Just exercise prudence.

Schizophrenia is another hazard of young adulthood. I'm surely hoping the only voices you're hearing are the ones emanating from thin walls of your dorm. You'll know it's a problem if the voices are accompanied by a crushing sense of paranoia combined with a suspicion that you are the Messiah come round again.

Let me know what films you've seen that you recommend. For me, the only thing I've seen that I really and truly loved was The White Ribbon from Germany. Other than that, I've continued to watch and rewatch a bunch of film noir hits, most notable among them is In a Lonely Place, with Bogart, which I watched like 3 times in a row.

If you're still looking, give me a shout out. I've been feeling a bit off lately. I could use a pick me up.