I don't even know why I go to the movies anymore. I mean, I get into an era where three quarters of the movies out in current release are complete crap, where I am disappointed by the medium as a whole at every turn. I live in an area where I have to travel a good half hour to see an art film. No deal has yet been struck with a videostore to allow me to rent movies free, so that medium costs me a good $20 a month. Cable bills are a constant plague, and the premium channels end up showing the same old same old. And, thanks to the newly handed down embargo on press by Regal cinemas (in the form of an email which they refuse to allow me to see), I am getting frozen out of seeing movies there, too.
Consider, on the other hand, the Internet. Consider the short films that are made readily available. Like the man who has given up novels for short stories (or, as the main character in Will Stitman's Metropolitan, for fine literary criticism.), I am considering giving up the feature length film for its cousin "the short".
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