MEET NEIL T. WEAKLEY, THE AVERAGE MOVIE GOER

Hi folks!

I’m Neil.  I didn’t go to film school.  Nope.  Everything I know about film is from a couple years of on the job experience and my friends, most of whom DID go to film school.  Not that much of it rubbed off; I still like what I like whether they agree or not.  I figure, “Hey, film critics are just people that watch movies and tell other people their opinions, right?”.  Right.  So, luckily I have a friend who thought of me to do this.

So here I am. I’ve always loved movies.  Mostly I’m a big sci-fi/fantasy dork with a fondness for the quirky, left-field independents.  I also like some of the classics, noir, comedies, animation, and yes, dramas.  Among my favorite films are, BLADE RUNNER, LAWRENCE OF ARABIA, BETTER OFF DEAD, THE IRON GIANT, BLUE VELVET, THE THIN MAN, ARMY OF DARKNESS, EDWARD SCISSORHANDS, and THE ADVENTURES OF BARON MUNCHHAUSEN.  No particular order, and certainly only a few examples.  The list is vast, I can assure you.     Some of my favorite Directors are, Tim Burton, Terry Gilliam, David Lynch, and David Lean, Guillermo Del Toro, Robert Robriguez, and Chris Mancini (why is that name familiar, you ask?), among others.     I’m no film snob, really.  If you’re looking for that, you came to the wrong place.  Hey, I love Godzilla movies.  Yes, the original Toho ones with a guy in a rubber suit.  Hey, I just want you to know what you’re getting into here.  I even like some of the big, stupid Hollywood blockbusters like CON-AIR and the first PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN movie.  Sure it’s mainstream cheese, but sometimes I go to the movies to simply turn off my big, over-taxed brain.  And what’s better than a Micheal Bay movie to do that? Except that PEARL HARBOR movie.  I want to turn my brain OFF, not make it scream in blood-curdling horror for two and a half fucking hours.

I’m just saying I’m your average guy that likes to go see movies.  And I like to share my good (or bad) fortune from the movie theater with other people.  So, stop by now and again, and I’ll let you know what I think might be worth checking out.     See ya in line for popcorn, and then at that weird little machine that validates your parking stub, if we can ever figure out how the Hell it works.  What’s with that invisible ink stamp, anyway?  How the hell do you know if it’s validated??  It’s such a pain in the ass.

-Neil T. Weakley, your average guy who likes movies.