Stumping for Cinemarati

I'm still hacking my way through overdue obligations and way-delayed correspondence, the true legacies of having moved. (At least my apartment is finally in shape. Just don't open the closets, or pay too much attention to the still-blank walls.)

One of my biggest oversights on this blog was that I never got around to my intended advertising blitz for the redesigned, newfangled, and blog-formatted version of Cinemarati, the on-line critics' organization of which I've been a member for almost three years. Content on the new site is more member-driven than in the old, roundtable-vased incarnation, but wide-ranging discussions among diverse and exciting people from all walks can still be found in all of the Comments sections. I know how lame it can sound when you're tooting the horn of your own colleagues, but I've really been taken with the mini-essays my colleagues have been posting on the new site since the mid-July reinvention, and I admit that I've had a hootenany of a good time writing for it. Just this evening, I posted a capsule review of the 1919 D.W. Griffith film Broken Blossoms, a movie which should delight early-cinema enthusiasts and soft-hearted romantics alike.

I hope y'all will squeeze some room into your day for the Cinemarati site if you aren't already doing so—not least because the graphics themselves have been irresistible delicious, largely thanks to your friend and mine, ModFab. Just check out those witty adverts for the site I've posted at the top of this entry. When I can look at even a single image from the reviled Matrix and chuckle instead of hurling, genius must truly be involved.