I love everything that people hate about movie theaters.
The way my feet stick to the floor and my whole body melts into the slightly worn chair, the smell of stale popcorn and cleaning solution, the vibrations of the sound quaking through my chest, the 20 minutes of trailers before the feature presentation — these are just a few things that make a movie house a second home to me.
The first movie that made me realize I loved the cinema was Vertigo, which I saw when I was 13 and sleeping over at a friend’s house. Believe it or not, we rented the VHS from a Blockbuster. (For younger readers, a Blockbuster rental VHS is a large plastic black box that you had to put into larger plastic black box after taking it out of a different large plastic box stamped in blue and yellow and distinctly smelled of sweet celluloid and ink.)
The first movie that made me realize I wanted to write about the cinema was The Dark Knight. I saw that one in the theaters, long after VHS was gone but not before 35 mm film was no longer an option for directors.
To this journalist, movie watching comes third behind writing and reading, so it only seemed natural to hybrid the two into becoming a film critic. I’m stubborn, snobbish and opinionated when it comes to my movies, and proud of it. In 2011 I wrote a film column for an arts pullout in the University of Missouri’s student paper, The Maneater, then moving on to the big leagues to write reviews for Vox Magazine, GreatestFilms.co.uk , Lydia Magazine, Bitch magazine and my own blog, Quills and Typewriters. In fact, you can learn about all my journalistic exploits and view my profile on that last one.
Or, if you’re pushy like me, you can email me directly at KateEEverson@gmail.com.