To encourage a bit more variety in my blogging posts and to help distance this site from the one of old, I’m installing this monthly post where I summarize the previous month’s activity in a wraparound that will hopefully give people the chance to go back and find stuff they might have missed, as well as keep them apprised of any changes or news that happened that month.
After another discombobulated period, I’m pleased to announce I will be getting back on track re: regular posting schedules. July was another hot and creatively bankrupt month for me, despite the deafening Dunkirk experience and Atomic Blonde rocking much of my face off.
Because I’m a selective sports fan, I always try to find something interesting to watch . . . . besides baseball. Because baseball isn’t interesting. And the season is 162 games long. You could watch your children grow up during that time. In order to cope, over the last three weeks I’ve sat through another Tour de France, but this time I actually really got into it. I started to study race strategy, even though the final result was more predictable than a Nicholas Sparks movie. British cyclist Chris Froome, riding for Team Sky, won his third straight TDF, and his fifth since 2013, effectively ensconcing himself amongst the sport’s all-time greats, though from what I understand the debate over whether he’s reached Eddie Merckx-levels of dominance will continue to rage. Still, there was some drama along the way, with a few nasty crashes in the mountain stages and a controversial decision to DQ fan favorite Peter Sagan early in the race.
Well aware that I’m playing to an increasingly small crowd here, let me flip the switch and get back into the blogging stuff that matters. Thomas J is about movies, first and foremost. So here’s what’s been going on around here over the last month.
Blindspot Selection: Swingers (1996)
The last couple of days have brought some sad news with the passing of Sam Shepard and Jeanne Moreau (the former I have had some experience with in his involvement in Jeff Nichols’ Mud and Midnight Special; the latter I am sorry to say I have never heard of until now).
Time to poll the sports nation: who’s going to see the Tom Brady/’Deflategate’ movie? (And for the cineastes, will we get a biopic or something broader? Who frikkin gets to play Roger Goodell? And the Golden Boy himself?) Would this be something you might watch if you’re not a sports fan?
Speaking of which, I want to pitch the Colin Kaepernik movie. His controversial decision to kneel during the National Anthem throughout the 2016-17 season has led to an off-season of unprecedented black-balling on behalf of virtually every NFL owner. Owners who seem to be okay with allowing wife-beaters and dog-killers back in but not those who actively embrace their Constitutionally-protected rights. The talented quarterback’s inability to find work is inextricably linked to his speaking out against police brutality against African-Americans, rather than any statistical concerns many seem to be pointing to. For the director, I’d like Peter Berg. The patriotic furor it caused seems to be right in his wheelhouse.
When the power went out on the night I was seated in Dunkirk, all I could do was smirk. This had been the film I had been looking forward to for some time, and one that found me doing the unthinkable and paying $20 for an IMAX ticket. “Where’s the bloody Royal Air Force?!” More like, where’s my bloody review for the thing.
Congratulations to my longtime friend Zoë of The Sporadic Chronicles of a Beginner Blogger for successfully making the transition from South Africa to London! Exciting times ahead. Best of luck to you guys.
Technically this July I celebrated my sixth year of “flying with WordPress.” A big shout-out to this excellent host. And for continuing to make it affordable. And, of course, for the more-than-half-a-decade of readership you all have given me. Thank you so very much.
What movie(s) are YOU looking forward to catching this August?