It’s scary how fame works. You can strive for it all your life and die forgotten. Or you can live in the Information Age, when you get suddenly famous at a moment when your guard was at its lowest. Here’s to all the people out there who are frantically grappling with a problem and looking to others for help, but all they see are people pointing phones at them.
So I’ve been writing for years and years at 366WeirdMovies.com, where I do movie reviews and the occasional essay. 366 Weird Movies is not your ordinary movie blog; it’s a project to list the 366 weirdest movies ever made – not necessarily the best weird movies, although they strive to recognize quality where they can, but the weirdest. It’s a vaporous task, but Greg, the guy who runs the place, is a peach to work with and crackling with geeky movie enthusiasm like any of us.
When I review a movie there, I base my opinions mostly on whether a movie qualifies as weird. For those of you asking “How do you even quantify such a thing?” – you’re absolutely right, that is difficult to do objectively, which is why I analyzed the problem in this gritty little article there!
ANYWAY, to our point, one movie that fell in my lap to review was a film festival cookie called The God Inside My Ear. Long story short, I panned it, and also said it doesn’t qualify as weird because I found it too derivative of other weird movies, and because it didn’t seem to have much to say on its own. Maybe I’m full of hooey, alright? That’s the review game, you gotta call ’em as you see ’em.
I wouldn’t have given another thought to it if my review hadn’t risen from the grave to shamble after me rattling its bones months later… when the “Weird Horizon” weekly post shared the film poster for the movie’s official release, plastered in review quotes, and what to my horrified eyes should appear but:
“Loses one IQ point per minute of runtime until its brain-dead ending”
…yes, that does happen to be one of the phrases that pitter-pattered through my Jello brain, I recall. Note, 366 Weird doesn’t get quoted that often, they’re the strange exit off the festival circuit turnpike nobody takes unless they’re direly lost. But apparently somebody between the makers and the marketing department decided to take the Tommy Wiseau route and revel in the bad press.
Why? Beats me! I did find a couple good things to say about the movie, the visuals were alright, that sort of thing. I’ve seen much, much worse, I thought I had made clear.
Anyway, that was where I popped up this time. Sheesh, of all the times to get quoted…
