Oyez! Oyez! David Edelstein is back on the Internets. The former Slate film critic had sidled over to glossy New York Magazine a while back [the online interface of which continues to leave a lot to be desired], but apparently he was unable to resist Sir Tim Berner-Lee's siren song any longer* and will be prattling about things cinematic at The Projectionist blog. Because the cinetrix doesn't have enough distractions.
Anyhoo, there's already some content subcontracting a reader contest afoot to nominate one's favorite scene of self-surgery, and a little bit of critic-on-critic trash talking:
I especially want to talk about the movie [Sideways] because a certain powerful critic (I won’t name him, but two of his initials are “A” and “O”) wrote a cheap, sleazy, opportunistic, and altogether scurrilous column to the effect that the film was acclaimed as intensely as it was because critics tend to be, like Sideways’ protagonist, pudgy, elitist, misanthropic alcoholics with no lives and not the faintest hope of snaring a dishy blonde like Virginia Madsen. To which I say, “Yes, but …”
Does this mean Tony won't be saving Dave a seat at the NYFF press screenings? Stay tuned!
*Which is to say old media had another "we must have more online content" freakout and added to the guy's job description. Whatever.
