(Holidailies Day #10)
Got into a knitting and mainlining tv cycle after work (started watching ‘Penny Dreadful’, which I am still not sure is good, but is damned intriguing thus far, and has a lot of male nudity, so bonus). It’s blizzardy. It feels appropriate.
Unfortunately, I am exhausted and feel like I’ve forgotten everything I’ve learned today, so this is totally a phoned-in entry just so I don’t miss a day of Holidailies.
#100BM Day 59
Last time I went to Edinburgh was in 2008, six years ago.
I arrived on a day when I didn’t have any tickets to Fringe shows, so I went to the movies.
#100BM Day 53
A short thing today, since I’m at work, and I’m lazy, and I wrote a longer thing yesterday.
But I need to make a different kind of short thing.
Just a text preamble of 5-10 seconds to play before a warning that plays before a movie.
Anyone got advice on where a supern00b should begin with a budget of, like, -$372? The internet has a lot of advice and I’d appreciate help curating.
Ta to any of my three readers who can maybe help out.
#100BM Day 28
My boss and I were reminiscing a bit about how the local paper used to be king. You could get pretty much all the information you needed about what was going on in your town, from local politics, to school events, to what sales were on at Freiman’s, to where to get a really nice dinner out, to wedding announcements, to, well, everything.
Now, not so much. For example, as I mentioned last week, there is no local newspaper film reviewer in this tiny hamlet of, oh, about a million people. The online edition and platform-specific apps for the main local daily do not have movie listings at all. People looking for information on movies are having to depend on Google and Flixster’s data harvesting to find out what’s on in town, and that’s a shame. Not because OMG MULTINATIONALS ARE EVIL, but because it draws even more people away from local media, so there’s no incentive to (re-)invest in local media because it seems unnecessary to do so.
I don’t think Facebook invitations and Twitter updates are as effective necessarily; I know that I get a lot of FB invites, but a helluva lot of them are blanket ‘I will invite everyone on my friends’ list!’ ones that I generally ignore because at least, like, treat me as an individual, and maybe think before you invite me to your friend’s friend’s band’s show in another town/country/hemisphere? And when it comes to movie listings, doing FB events or, if it were 1999, Evites would be ridiculous anyway.
So we print a program, shout into the ether that is social media (aka preaching to the already coverted), and hope for the best (meaning, we hope one of the CBC reviewers can make to press screenings and then like what they see).
Not that long ago, virtually every adult read a newspaper, often a local one, and not a readable-in-five-minutes copy of the Metro. EVERYONE had the information they required in one bundle of newsprint, the same information as everyone else, for better or worse. With everyone’s rapt attention, the newspaper could get local advertising aplenty, and had incentive to cover local events and news, and money to hire people to do said coverage. Sure, there are a few decent websites here and there that list local goings-on in Ottawa, but with the nationalisation of newspapers in this country (last week’s ‘Movies’ section online featured a review of a film that didn’t even open in town), a lot of that local reach has been lost.
We are inundated with information every day, but by reaching out globally in this infotainmentastic world (and goodness knows I am 100% guilty of this), we’re missing what is going on more directly around us, and missing opportunities to engage on a larger, local scale.
Like with some fucking locally produced movie listings.
In other news, check out this rad ad from when the ByTowne was the Nelson and advertised in the paper every day, just like every other of the (dozens and dozens) of cinemas in town.
(This rambly, sleepy post was also inspired by there being no story on the main page of the Ottawa Citizen’s website on Saturday about the Queensway, the city’s main artery, having a major downtown section closed overnight for a major construction project. To remind the cinema’s patrons, I retweeted our awesome mayor instead.)
#100BM Day 24. In case you missed it, BM stands for ‘benign mundanity‘. ‘Cause life is like that.
It almost never fails; a poorly attended film that we’ve been trying to promote like crazy suddenly results in ‘OH ARE YOU GOING TO PLAY [X] AGAIN I MISSED IT’ emails after its run ends.
(Apologies for the greater than usual mess. Wrote a rant, was corrected about something, and now I can’t proofread my updates in a way that makes sense in English for some reason. Will try to clean it up more later today.)
Movie ticket are hella expensive. One of the excuses used is that movies just don’t make as much money as they used to, in part because marketing is expensive. When studios say they can spend tens (or hundreds) of millions of dollars on marketing for a movie, they aren’t lying.
Today is the World Day for Audiovisual Heritage.
Never heard of it? That’s not terribly surprising. It was a huge deal at my old workplace, yet I had forgotten about it entirely until the hugely talented and interesting Elizabeth Klinck tweeted a link this morning.
Why is this a big deal? In the era of YouTube, it seems like every single thing is at our fingertips, movie and tv history-wise. Sure, we’ve got everything from Birth of a Nation to commercials for Jem and the Holograms dolls to, well, pretty much everything that isn’t copyrighted (and many things that are).
I don’t watch nearly as many movies as I would like to, nor nearly as many as I used to, but I appreciate that there are definitely movies that benefit from the cinema experience (initial viewings of stuff that require concentration, like Tinker, Tailor, Soldier Spy, or Big Effects-y superhero movies like most things in the Marvel Universe), some are great for watching at home (the latest middling Paul Rudd comedy, documentaries about serial killers, and miscellaneous ironers).