Around this time last year, I put a few writing goals in place – in 2017 I wanted to finish this one thing, completely overhaul another, and start another thing over from scratch, in addition to two play ideas I’ve been kicking around since back when I wrote plays. That should’ve eaten up the year, with plenty of personal accomplishment by New Year’s and widespread back patting done to myself. I mean, I had the whole year! Lots can be achieved in the span of an entire year!
But looking back now, and finding that I only completed one – One! – of these, by far the easiest task, too (“finish that one thing”), I need to take a good hard look in the mirror and see where I went wrong. It didn’t take long to figure out – I watched a lot of movies in 2017.
“The heck!” you say. “Everyone watches a lot of movies!” That’s probably true, I don’t have any evidence that I watch more movies than the average person, but was that person trying to finish my one thing, completely overhaul another, and start this other thing of mine over from scratch, while also bringing my dialogue rich theatrical projects to fruition? They were not, I’m pretty confident! So I guess I accomplished my tasks better than they did, which isn’t saying much.
“Okay,” you say. “How many movies did you see? How do you even know?” Well, the older I get, the weirder I get, so around this time last year, while making a bunch of outlandish plans for crafting nonsense metaphors, I also decided to keep track of how many times I went to movie theaters, which quickly expanded to just documenting all the complete movies I watched, no matter where – on the couch, on a plane, drive-in, phone, computer, projected on the blinds of my apartment. And depending on your definition of “movie,” I discovered that I watched – are you ready? – 199 films last year. Continue reading