The Sunday Intertitle: A Staggering Work of Heartbreaking Genius

Those aren’t quite the words — culled from Borzage’s sublime STREET ANGEL —  used by our producer when Fiona and I submitted the latest draft of our feature script — which we are contractually forbidden from discussing — but I think he was pleased. Somehow I got through the experience without becoming exhausted, but then I got hit with twenty-something essays to mark and simultaneously received a gigantic list of movies from a part interested in doing swapsies. So I spent about 12 hours at the computer reading 25,000 movie titles. Now everything hurts! I am an idiot!

Still, maybe a hot bath will make things better, but consider this a warning that there may be light blogging ahead (I know, you’re heartbroken) as I finish my marking and teach every day this week (oh, the horrors of near-full-time employment! How do the workers cope?). Fortunately I’ve got this week’s Forgotten more or less done, so that feels like a keystone of the Shadowplay week in place. And it won’t exactly be back-breaking (although it may feel like it) to post the odd little thing. So the site should continue to grow, just slowly.

Off to see Burton’s ALICE IN WONDERLAND today, so maybe you’ll be reading about that soon. Well, you will — the damn thing is inescapable. But if I have any irresistible responses you’ll find them here. Meanwhile, here’s a book I’m enjoying greatly —

The End of Mr. Y

Nothing — or maybe everything — to do with films: think BEING JOHN MALKOVICH, only with a far wider universe of possibilities.