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Letterboxd: Everything and Nothing All At Once

Among many reasons my blogging has come to find itself at a fairly slow pace, but I’ve already found a greater comfort in an audience that I built up over on social networking site Letterboxd. But the past few days of having established a following for myself over the course of two years has even left me thinking about what exactly am I set to gain just from the active readers that have come along. What am I gaining, just from having about 2000 followers, the eventual “like” for anything I write that I even consider to be of worth, unfortunately this is where a darker part of what could possibly be such a loving community has only begun to show its true colours to my own eyes.

I’ve already considered it fairly frustrating on my own end when people who only write joke reviews or one-liners get the most attention: there’s another point I reached where I just decided holding grudges against these sorts of reviewers was just worthless and stupid. There are a number of these people on the site, but they’ve opened my own eyes to a less cynical light. I read through these one-liners and then I get a good laugh from some of these people. I decided I’d interact with more of these people on social media, and what I found from interacting with some of them, they’re nice people.

At the hands of nice people, though, it’s also saddening to me that there comes a fair share of petty drama. It doesn’t matter the sort of person that they are or what exactly is the source of why such unnecessary tensions have arisen, but among many things I’ve come to see are just fights over some of the smallest things: some of which just go between popularity over writing styles, or even certain users and their own political orientations. Not that I’m going to name any names, but the experiences of being within the community also have left me feeling quite moody. But because it’s a social networking site, one like Twitter, where anyone can follow you based on your own movie tastes or their own writing style. Maybe for some, it could only be a start for building up one’s own style of critique – and then that’s where the best can come for certain users. They find themselves able to build up a following in this way, and it’s one of many reasons I came over.

Then to talk about the more frustrating experiences, it sort of comes down to what it is that people use the site for. But I’m not one to jump at people for saying they’re wrong for what it is they do, it’s just that there’s an extent to where it only becomes everything for some. Personally, my own experiences with Letterboxd and interacting with the many types of users have even managed to teach me about how I can manage a good image. I’ve been able to get along with people on all sides of the spectrum when it comes down to the community itself, but there are only a select few I tend to chat with so actively. It’s just that at the hands of petty drama that ultimately wouldn’t mean anything, sometimes everything turns so black and white.

But maybe it’s just that there was a point I realized how frustrating everything had become with numerous unfollows-refollows/blocks that I’ve suffered from many of the most vital voices that are present in the community. I like using these times as moments to reflect upon what I’ve done, but because of my lack of interest in wanting to engage within petty drama only resulted in me, unintentionally and inevitably, being a part of it. It’s perhaps engaged from my own oblivion to what’s set to come forth after what could only have come out so simply. Sometimes I know when something someone says is going to be exploding into greater tensions, but other times I can’t tell when it’d end up becoming a big deal.

There’s a reason I barely ever follow back anymore, it’s because this drama only forms aliens out of what people see in other friendly users within such a diverse community. For every friendly, supportive, and frequent reader you find yourself coming on good terms with, at the same time you’ll end up meeting someone who’s radical and snobby, others who are really passionate and willing to share with others and yet write as much as a single sentence or line – they just go everywhere. Why even bother, but why am I writing this blog entry about drama if this is probably going to inevitably feed into more as it develops?

Maybe that’s because it’s a part of the community I’m frustrated with. It’s easy to get so reactionary over small things, it only results in insults being thrown back at one another. And what good even comes out of that? I’ve come to Letterboxd only with the intention of sharing my own love of film with a wider community. But they can’t be the only ones who so actively hear about it from my own mouth. After having acquired a large following, I, the uncertain and generally nervous pessimist that I am, don’t find too much meaning out of how many fans I’ve acquired. I’m in it for the many friends I know I’ll be glad to make, because I’m still trying to work my way around the community so things would be much easier at least for my own future.

And for any of my own readers, I’d like to also say that it’s a wonderful place to be. I’ve used it to keep track of what I watch on any day, and to see other people just sharing their own experience with others, what more could anyone ask for on a platform like Letterboxd? For every joke review you’ll find a serious one, but then there comes a point to which this just turns into a game with writing styles – which it really shouldn’t be, and that there is my honest opinion. I run a Facebook group dedicated to seeing these people come and go, with a site like Letterboxd. And it’s only gotten me to appreciate my experience on the site all the more, just the feeling that people of all sorts can find attention in the mutual passion for films. I don’t understand why it all has to be some sort of a game, where people turn so vicious, self-centered and elitist. And maybe the writing can’t always be great, but is that really the most important thing?

I’ve taken the title from a Green Day lyric I thought would only be fitting, because Letterboxd can be exactly that, but continuing on with the song of my choice, “Do you have the time to listen to me whine?” And now with the program comes another song by theirs, “It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right: I hope you had the time of your life.” And from my ability to share with others who do care, it certainly was for how unpredictable it all can be.

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Autism on Film: If I’m Crazy (For Being on the Spectrum), What Are You?

This is something that has always left me frustrated since I started getting into cinema as a result of my own struggle through my personal life. I’ve been seen as an introvert because I lived as one inside of this shadow, but what’s at the root of it all? I only found out as I was finishing up elementary school that I was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). What exactly did this mean for me? I was always a clever student who sought only for the best solutions inside of his classes – but I always had trouble advocating for myself because I didn’t know how to address what exactly is “up” with me.

Among many things I can assure, there’s nothing exactly “wrong” with me but socially, I’m always going to be seen as the weird guy. Is it fun being on the spectrum? It’s a difficult question for me to ask because the way people see autism is where it decides what happens as a result. If I can find a means of connecting with others, I end up getting carried away by small details that would probably sound meaningless by the minute. This is where I’ve almost become alien to the social experience: and here’s where I can’t find any sort of a defense for the character that I am.

But being on the autistic spectrum has its own positives for myself, because of how much I keep inside of my head in great detail. I can remember small moments from films that I watch, or details about a person because my curiosity only can drive me far enough. There’s an extent it has found itself becoming helpful to my social experience because I’ve found myself able to communicate online through blogging/social media platforms, and I also acquired a big following through sharing my own love of film over on Letterboxd.

Nevertheless, the most frustrating part about being on the autistic spectrum for myself comes from how people seem to perceive it. Films and television have become gateways for people expressing their own voices as they tell their own stories and quite frankly some of the most notable examples have ended up setting up a fairly damaging image because it would be easy enough for people to assume they speak for all people on a spectrum, rather than an individual voice.

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There are two Best Picture-winning films which I’d like to single out especially for the sort of image that autism has received, like they speak for all people of the sort. The first I wish to pull up is Forrest Gump, a film I believe to be amongst the most overrated of all time. But “overrated” isn’t even enough to cover the way I feel about Forrest Gump, because as a matter of fact, I absolutely hate this film. I remember there was a point of my life when I was younger and I thought it was the absolute best thing ever. Gump may not have been an explicitly autistic character, but the very thought of following along everything as told as it will lead to good things is what it insists upon and one of many reasons it doesn’t sit well with me. It certainly doesn’t help at all that Gump is explicitly written as a mentally impaired man, but he doesn’t even develop a slight bit as the film progresses – he’s still doing everything as told because the film insists only good things happen that way. Gump doesn’t even stand up for anything, yet every character around him does and tragedy comes their way, and the image we get here is something so sickening especially upon my own sensibilities.

I’m probably a lot more forgiving of the second film that I wish to talk about, though, and that film is none other than Barry Levinson’s Rain Man. It was made clear that Levinson is telling a story about a man finding out that his father has left a good fortune upon his wake to a brother he was unaware of. This man is Dustin Hoffman’s Raymond Babbitt, brother of Tom Cruise’s Charlie Babbitt, the film’s lead. He’s on the autistic spectrum but also one who carries savant syndrome. There’s a big problem that comes around here when people don’t understand autism come in and then they form a perception that everyone who is a part of the spectrum acts in such a manner – but another thing to consider is the fact that the person whom he was based on didn’t have autism in the first place. Perhaps I’m finding myself far more forgiving than I should be unlike my reaction towards Forrest Gump because I like Rain Man well enough. But to look at a character like this and say that’s what all autistic people are like, empty from social experience and unable to move from the state they live within: quite frankly it isn’t something that sits well with me. And the fact it’s become recognized as an image of the spectrum as a whole rather than a single perspective, it’s fairly frightening to myself.

I don’t want to speak on behalf of every person with ASD because people have differing experiences considering the fact it’s a spectrum and thus; there’s no “definite” voice to speak for all. But speaking on behalf of my own self, these movies do not speak for my own experience. I’m still a person in the crowd like the rest of you, but it’s the fact I’m stuck within a line between fitting in with others in order to become more social and being myself, thus remaining introverted – everywhere I am, it’s where I struggle. I don’t even know how to reveal what hinders me from catching onto a specific task for a class I take part in, because I have this recurring fear at the back of my head that I’ll soon find myself undermined by how people have their own understanding of autism.

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Now going back to how autism is understood as a result of media I come back to two more Oscar-nominated films: I Am Sam and Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. Aside from the fact that both of these films have their own portraits of autism, what both films also share is how I’ve come to see both as two of my all-time least favourite films (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close especially being one that makes my blood boil). Perhaps it wasn’t stated directly in I Am Sam that its title character was autistic, but there’s a reason I lump it in the same category as Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close: it comes from how both films seem to take pride in having a lead character that suffers as a result of what’s perceived of them to the point it feels exploitative. Neither film had attempted at doing anything for our own behalf let alone understanding what our life is like on the spectrum, and therefore comes my heightened dislike of both films.

There’s a reason this topic of all is fairly important to me, it’s because I’ve already come to see autism as a defining point of my life and who I am as a person. I can’t talk with people properly in real life, although I’ve found great comfort in groups that I’m a part of on social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter, let alone a large following on Letterboxd. I get fairly obsessive, not only about films, but even smaller details that peers don’t catch onto on the first go, whether it be the music cues – how everything adds up to become what it is that I’m watching. What will it mean to other people, ultimately? There are people I know who would find this to be impressive and even on my own end, it has proven beneficial (my own obsessive deconstructions of David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive being a perfect example), and then for others it comes off as meaningless.

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Where I want to talk about a film that carried such an empathy towards my own experience, I look back at Adam Elliot’s animated Mary and Max. As of yet, it still remains my favourite film to explicitly be about the experience about being on the autistic spectrum. In Philip Seymour Hoffman’s Max, what I saw was not just an animated character but a voice that got to the very core of what it is that we are like. We aren’t people who want to be cured of our autism, because it has become a part of our character. It was in this great empathy that Adam Elliot has for the experience where Mary and Max has already found its own place in my life as something so resonant; it was because it recognized how people like us were those who needed help. We needed help in finding a connection with the outside world in some way, so that we can properly share our understandings of the spectrum with people who can’t get past the basic thought of it making us seem like crazy people.

No “definitive” portrait of autism exists, and because it’s a very wide spectrum, the most that can ever come about first hand, is a singular portrait. And yet, it’s so easy to misrepresent the experience and it ends up becoming fairly harmful for how we are set to be seen by others. The most frustrating thing is the fact that it comes lumped around with other developmental disabilities and thus the most common perception being made is that it is always a negative. I’ve no doubt that it certainly has left me in becoming a hermit, but it has only become so easy to see it as a negative because the most that has become understood in regards to what we are like comes merely from stereotype as set from how media shows it. And thus it becomes so easy to forget that we also have our own capabilities as well.

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That’s not to say it has always been played as a negative, because in recent memory two more major releases have come about that ended up portraying autism as a positive, which was nice to see. My opinion on both of these films aside, the fact that we now have films like The Accountant and the recent Power Rangers reboot sharing autistic characters not merely as static figures who move because the world around them does so, but as other human beings who are capable of even more on the inside was beyond pleasing to see. Although I wish that both films were better, it was from here alone where I couldn’t bring myself to dislike either. From these two films alone, I was only given a sense of hope. I was hopeful that more films would actually come around to show autism the way these films do, as a part of what makes them human. It was in such films I recognized that we are ready to learn and move forward indeed. Because the fact that we have come far enough to have an autistic character as a superhero signified how we are human beings that are capable of far more.

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Perhaps he wasn’t a character on the spectrum, but there’s a reason I refer to Terry Gilliam’s The Fisher King when I wish to talk about seeking empathy for our own cause. I’m not so sure what it was that Terry Gilliam would have wanted to form out of a character like Robin Williams’s Parry, it was because what I saw out of him was a man who needed help in finding a connection with the outside world once again after having lost everything. It was in there I saw that Terry Gilliam was making a calling for empathy, because in Parry there was so much about his own antics that found a resonance with myself, whether it be the resorting to fantasy (in his case, the search for the Holy Grail) and an inability to keep still. Among the many reasons that this has come to be my favourite performance of Robin Williams’s is how Gilliam made clear his own calling to see that these “insane” people were perhaps not so much what we think they are after all. They’re still human beings like the rest of us, looking for a means of coping with the flow the world moves in and thus, it has already become one of my favourite films ever to be made about mental health.

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There’s another part of me that wants to make their own calling towards Hal Ashby’s Being There, in which Peter Sellers plays a simple man who made his own calling to the world from something as simple as utterances that come merely from how the fundamentals of the garden work. It didn’t need to be explicitly about autism in order for me to find this sort of a connection between me and Chance. In Being There, what I still saw was a mirror reflecting what a person like myself is like after being taken outside of their comfort zone. And the thoughtfulness to Hal Ashby’s film only formed something all the more beautiful, because even though Chance was a figure oblivious to his own surroundings just as I am in such overwhelming conditions – I’m still paranoid about how people see me as a result of the fact I’ve garnered a big following for myself. And like Chance, so much of what I learn comes from the help of a screen.

For as long as I’m still around, the way other people come to see autism is something that will remain important to me. And speaking on behalf of my own self as always, I don’t want it to be seen as a hindrance. I want it to be seen as a part of my own character, something which I, quite frankly, cannot change. And it’s frustrating enough that films that offer their own take come from an understanding that almost feels so limited at its very best to an outsider’s perspective or bordering towards a stereotype. I’m still just a person in need of help, because I get overwhelmed so easily to the point my brain can’t think properly. I can’t stand still for a period of time and I always pace around the room, mumbling to myself. I loop the same songs to myself (maybe even just one in particular depending on where I am) like I’m trapped within a certain mood. I get nervous when I talk with other people because I keep thinking about what happens to how they think of me when I mess up, and then as a result I end up dropping what I had on mind because I don’t know what to say to them. But I’m not an idiot nor am I impaired, I’m just seeking help.

To take the tagline for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, then apply it to what I’d imagine you’re reading here from a third-person point of view, “If he’s crazy, what does that make you?”

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Ghost in the Shell: An Unwarranted Controversy(?)

Originally from There Will Be Cinema. The full entry can be found down below.

DISCLAIMER: This is not a plea to continue whitewashing and we are in no way celebrating intolerance. This is not a piece to be used to further hateful rhetoric.

This week, the American live-action adaptation of Ghost in the Shell hits the big screen and lots of great vitriol has come out about the casting of Scarlett Johansson playing Major, instead of an Asian-American actress.

The word “WHITE-WASH” has been the film’s scarlet letter since the stars were announced.

While a lack of diversity is already problematic in Hollywood, one thing that begs the question when it comes to this controversy is that if any of this even warranted?

It’s not like the film itself even intended to replace the original film on all grounds.

Most of the cast is vasty diverse in fact, like a melting pot but set in a cyber punk dystopia, it’s just a shame they…

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2016: The Standouts

It’s inevitable that after a passing year one must go about with talking upon what they’ve witnessed while time had gone on and with 2016 gone, a great year of cinema has indeed passed upon us and we’re only hoping for even more with a new one. In this blog entry, what I wish to cover are some of the best and worst films that I caught all throughout 2016 as of February 25, 2017. Continue reading “2016: The Standouts”

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On HMV’s Closure: A Fitting Farewell

It was announced fairly recently that HMV Canada has been filed for receivership after struggling sales. Although I’ve not been one to buy music frequently the fact that HMV is closing up shop for once is marking the end of an era – because I was always one to buy films through physical media. For movie lovers in Canada, unless you had a local retailer that would sell many obscure foreign titles via the Criterion Collection/Artificial Eye or classics on Blu-Ray, HMV was indeed the only place we could head to if we could buy them in store.

We’ve been aware of the selections available at Best Buy or other electronics retailers or at Walmart and Costco among the lot but oftentimes said catalogues are never stocked up on titles we would be seeking out. And while it may be easy for some to say that library catalogues would have what we wish for, it never carries the same feeling as owning a copy of said film up close – and hence it’s where my habit of collecting Blu-Rays has come about. There was also another last resort some of us had to go to if we were to find movies that we have intended to see for the longest while and we would be lucky enough had some of these films been on YouTube or within a selection on Netflix but even then their selections often were fairly limited, so there came online streaming.

For years I’ve been a loyal customer for HMV Canada and the news that they were coming into receivership had broken my heart because it was also the one place I headed to more than any other store had I wanted to fill up my own movie collection especially with the lacking selections included in other retailers – because I don’t really know any other store where I’d be asking to find a film like Luchino Visconti’s The Leopard or Kenji Mizoguchi’s The Story of the Last Chrysanthemums without giving the impression I’m trying to alienate the clerk. Library staff would know up close if such titles are in their catalogues but given how many titles we would consider to be favourites are oftentimes difficult to find in store when the stock mostly consists of popular titles in favour of where filmgoers like us would be setting our priorities. One can easily say that we could buy what we want off of Amazon, but with shipping prices being too expensive, what’s the risk worth?

Speaking as one who has always sought films through HMV’s catalogue I’m probably going to come out at the risk of rambling but owning films through physical media was always the best way for it gave a sense of undying support for the artists whose films we have been buying. When we stream, download, or borrow movies, it’s only a means of gaining access to art that we know we’ll eventually come to love but it never had that same joy of owning a film up close – especially with classics or rare finds as presented by the Criterion Collection. There’s a dedication that I love to keep myself attached to with my own love of film and now that the biggest factor of how it is building up is about to disappear, a sad day has come for us all.

Without this factor within the lives of me and several other Canadian film lovers, we’ll be waiting till some miracle comes about so we can continue to buy the films we love up close. There was always that comfort of purchasing online, but it never felt the same as it did getting them in the store. If something else were to come in its place so soon (which I’m sure will happen even if my hope is not as high), then it is only fitting I bid farewell to a big factor of my life that has only fueled not only what I love most, but what I’ve grown to become as a person. Thank you for the many memories, HMV – it’s sad to see you go.

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A Note For My American Friends

Many of my own friends who have gotten into contact with me as a result of social media have found themselves coming to a low point in their history: the fact that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump were extremely close in terms of the election results. Unfortunately, the worst things imaginable have become a reality, not with the fact that Donald Trump has become the President of the United States, but also because we have come to a point that the competition had drawn such a close score – which goes to show the ignorance of many American citizens on either end of the political spectrum. Over social media, I have made clear my disdain of Donald Trump and the very idea that he would ever become the president for the country to which my home is also a neighbor, but for every bad moment, it is easy to say there is a bright side. Continue reading “A Note For My American Friends”