First and foremost, I blame my parents.
Third, about that title…
“Grant Plays on Easy” is a title I like. It’s short, simple, and most importantly, true. It’s also not my first choice. Turns out “Maybe It’s Just Me” is a sentiment shared by many. MIJM (how’s that for an anagram?) would’ve encompassed how I feel most of the time as a consumer of pop media: often feeling the things my film and nerd friends are nuts about to be overrated or, frankly, kinda dumb (this summer’s Pacific Rim being the latest of many), while also silently adoring the objects of others’ scorn (this summer’s The Lone Ranger being the latest of many.) I felt that title would’ve accurately represented my feelings on a number of different works that run the gamut from movies to video games to books to music to websites and even food (but mostly movies.) I felt it would’ve allowed the flexibility for me to examine the recent works I’d experienced or to revisit what I consider my classics. However, nobody else named Grant thought that admitting to selecting the Easy difficulty every time would make for a funny title, so this’ll have to do.
Fourth: This is supposed to be a reviews blog. Mostly. I got poetry in me. (That one’s for you, Will!)
Fifth: I have no idea what the hell I am doing. I’m 23. What a surprise.
Fifth Ver:1.0.2: I’d like for this to be a place to express myself. I’d also like for that to mean I have some room for experimentation. I don’t have a solid idea for how these reviews will function yet. By which I mean, I don’t know if it’ll be a star system or a ‘4.2 out of 5’ or ‘Recommend, Don’t Recommend, Highly Recommend’ or maybe none of that shit and the reviews are just reviews and you’ve gotta read ‘em because not everything’s black and white and can fit in nice little box with a pretty bow on top why you gotta be like that why you be like the Man man why you gotta keep putting me down?!
Also, think I have a pretty sardonic and crude sense of humor. And I like to curse. Shit fuck goddamn Japanese porn. There, that’s out of the way. I’d just like for you to know that those are words you may see again if you continue reading this blog and I’d like it if we’re all cool with that. If you’re not, you probably shouldn’t be reading this.
Sixthly: I’ve been told throughout my life that I should write reviews. For a long time I hated this idea. I felt that most reviewers seemed to sit atop some sort of intellectual ivory tower, judging the things I enjoyed by with some sort of arbitrary checklist of what constituted ‘True Art’. Almost every New Yorker film review I’ve ever read seems to have been written by someone who hates movies and, subsequently, hates their job. Why would I want to give someone like that credence?
While my feelings about some critics have changed, and though I do feel that criticism can play an important and beneficial role in the public discourse of art, that’s not to say that I thought I’d have much to contribute to it. I love talking about movies, but analysis is something altogether different. Writing’s actually pretty hard for me. Not in the sense of finding things to say, but in the act of sitting down long enough to find a way to connect those ideas and then actually put them together (i.e.: write.) That’s also part of why I’m being so loose with what the structure of this blog is; so I can maybe figure out a way to be more consistent about it.
(Funnily enough, I had to abandon that last paragraph and come back to it a couple of weeks later.)
I think what it comes down to is this: I’m not claiming to be an expert, though I know more things about movies than any human being should reasonably know. And I’m not claiming I’m right, though I may at times be vitriolic in my annoyance at others’ opinions. But I do love art. And I do love movies. And I think I have some unique things to say about them. If you’re reading this, I’d imagine you feel the same way. I hope they actually prove that to you.
I don’t know how long this blog will run. And I’m certainly not going to review everything I see because goddamn, seriously? But I hope that you’ll have patience with me while I fumble around and wrestle with this thing. Maybe I’ll make something out of it.
Thank you for your time! I hope you enjoy the ride.
Grant E. McGee.