On Friday afternoon I sunk into the cushy sofas at Ragtag Cinema to watch “Rust and Bone,” a gritty French film featuring superb acting and a quirky plot. I cried. I loved it. Then came the hard part: writing about it.
Movie reviews would be much easier from a fangirl point of view. “OHMIGOD THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER YOU HAVE TO GO SEE IT RIGHT NOW OR WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS ANYMORE.” Sadly, my editors would find this unsatisfactory.
No, I had to analyze the film; watch it from the perspective of the less-emotive skeptic. Notice things I didn’t like, as well as things I enjoyed. This tends to be difficult for me because my mind doesn’t do things by degrees. I love and obsess over something, or I despise it.
Here’s how the struggle ended. In my opinion my first foray into movie reviewing could’ve been better… but it also could’ve been worse. I’ve read work on the Vox website that’s stellar and work that makes me cringe. This, I feel, falls somewhere in the middle.
The review went straight to the site almost without editing, which I was not at all expecting. Would I have changed it, had I known? Maybe. Probably. Who knows.
As far as movie reviews go I’m not at all apposed to try, trying again. Free films at Ragtag? No-brainer.