March something marks the 3rd anniversary of Bowen’s Cinematic, an endeavor that has, perhaps sadly, given my life some sense of having a point. Since writing for BC, I’ve discovered a number of writers who’ve changed my approaches to movies, discovered not-sure-how-many movies, and have added some focus to what was once just passing time disguised as a pipe dream.
To commemorate the occasion, I’m going to revive a one-a-day gimmick in March, deliberately similar in structure to my “31 Days of Horror” of a few years back. The theme this time is a return to movies that I haven’t seen in at least five years (though I may cheat once or twice). That measurement of time isn’t quite as randomly assigned as it sounds: I’m now thirty, and have found that my movie-consciousness has altered/evolved quite a bit since I was jobless out of college a few years ago. The gimmick is a deliberate perversion of what is traditionally considered good form: critics are generally supposed to pretend, or imply, that their word is beyond such human trivialities as growth, change, or perhaps just a mood you may have been in at the time. A. I’m not a critic, not a real one, and B. that idea is bullshit anyway.
There are a few other things going on here: my writing has grown too self-conscious, I’m beginning to crave something “more”: a change, another evolution, and recent struggles (minor by the grand scheme yes, but who considers the grand scheme) have led to a desire to write things somewhat more personal, so beware auto-bio indulgences in the month of March.
So, starting March 1st, I will review a movie each day that I have recently returned to after several years. A few titles come to mind, but this could go almost anywhere, or just evaporate as another promise unfulfilled.