Re: The Future of Film Criticism
I started college in 1997 with the dreams of going into literature. I was positive that it would be only 3 or so years before my first novel was published. 12 years later I'm far more humble, the novel hasn't materialized in any form whatsoever, and I'm in the sciences not because I love it but because I chickened out of something more creative (to me, at any rate) because the constant questioning of "Gee, what will happen if you don't get published?" got to me. Which really is ironic because, when it was busy getting to me, I was at my most pathetically arrogant. I told myself that I could still
publish a novel (or anything) working in my current field (after all, it's been done) but, still, nothing. Now I'm off to start an actual career
career (it's all been so much hazing until now) in Cleveland, OH. The 1997 version of me believed that in 2010 I'd be living on one of the coasts writing 14 hours every day. The 2009 version of me knows that in 2010 I'll be living in Cleveland.
It all sounds like a cautionary tale but, really, it's not. Whatever Bohemian life I thought I'd be living didn't happen exactly as I thought but, as usually is the case for people that never had to suffer, things are great and that they're different than expected is losing its impact.
So, really, Carter: keep being a more mature thinker than I was at 19 and tell those that question your plans to f*ck themselves. This world could use far less cynicism than it has.
Weird. This post has the ring of Brando's speech from On the Waterfront
Or Barney's "Don't cry for me, I'm already dead" line from The Simpsons
. Still, I mean what I say despite the cliche.