Films Gone Wild

Editor’s column/daily commentary welcoming feedback and opinions.

FILMS GONE WILD: So who exactly are the snowflakes? Budweiser’s Super Bowl ad hurts the feelings of delicate conservatives all over again

By John Wildman 9 years ago

Those are the snowflakes, we were told. They, and others like them, in several cities across the country, far outnumbering the Trumpettes that turned out – paid or otherwise, for the inauguration festivities, staked a claim to the country they rightfully share in, refusing to be cowed, and insisting that there ideas would continue to be put forth, and fought for.

FILMS GONE WILD: Today my name is Angela. (Or let’s not sweat the small stuff, shall we?)

By John Wildman 9 years ago

Fortunately, to this day I have not been lynched by the AP Style Society. No one has picketed my house. Justina, my wife, has not had her invitations to the sewing circle rescinded. Okay, there is no sewing circle. And if there was one, I’d deliberately make some more grievous AP Style errors in order to get her kicked out because that would be totally rock n’ roll, right?

FILMS GONE WILD: FESTWORKS.COM covers regional fests and film discoveries that happen there. Do you even give a damn about that?

By John Wildman 9 years ago

We don’t need more Clooney, Kidman, Lawrence, Adams, Streep, Cruise coverage. Monkeys can do that by this point. We need to find the new talent in film, and TV, and VR, etc. We need to give the new voices a forum to discuss their work. We need to help people find the golden film needles in the haystack of VOD titles we scroll past on Amazon and Netflix now.