spring arrives with its promises of rebirth and revitalization and that seems like as good a time as any to get the ol' queue de grâce up and running again.
it's been a while so, as a refresher, here's how it works: for one full week i relinquish control of my streaming netflix queue to one of you fine folks. during the week, barring visits to actual theaters or screenings i host, i only watch what you have selected for me. no other films, no other television. i do not see a moving image unless it is one that you have selected. i then report back daily, detailing the ups and downs of a week in which i am buffeted by the winds of your cinematic inclinations.
our next guest programmer is miss carla shiflet. say hello, everyone.
i must admit, this is one that i am really excited about. carla and i share a fondness for bygone eras, language (archaic and otherwise) and we would both probably rather be in a movie theater than anywhere else in the world, though she would probably like hers a little warmer. growing up in that part of east texas where time stands still, it paid to be an imaginative kid and she was weaned on cassettes from the golden age of radio and louis l'amour books. she wasn't allowed to go to the picture show, which is actually what her folks called it, but has since made up for lost time. during the day she is an editor at houghton mifflin, though i suspect that is merely to fund an off-hours, non-stop bacchanalia of dusty 45s, vintage summer dresses, trips to the planetarium and, most importantly, movie tickets. i cannot wait to see what she has in store for me and i invite you to follow along as she takes the reins starting monday, 4.16.12. it should be a good one.