Today's entry will be my last Pop Rocks. Starting Thursday, the lovely and talented Abby Koenig will be taking over this recurring dissection of whatever (mostly) current, entertainment-related event is likely to get people to click on the link that is dotted.
My advice: write about boobs.
When I first started doing this back in 2009, it was mostly for the extra money, but also because the only editorial guideline was that it had to be about "pop culture," a wonderfully expansive phrase I've somehow utilized to encompass everything from celebrity gossip to fantasy football to meteorology. Even with that relative lack of restriction, I honestly didn't anticipate doing it for over three years, and now's as good a time as any to motor, for a number of reasons.
I also have a favor to ask, if you'll indulge me.
For starters, I'll still be writing "Reviews For The Easily Distracted," "Reality Bites," and my various TV recaps (Falling Skies comes back next month!), as well as the odd movie-related post. I want to keep writing for Art Attack, at least until Michael Bay sends the Press a cease and desist order. I like to think I managed to insert some social commentary amidst all the least anticipated movie lists and nude Snooki photos, but it's time to move on. I have a few larger writing projects that have been sitting on the back burner - coincidentally for a few years now - and I'm hoping to redirect some energy at these. I don't want to say too much right now, but just let me drop this here: "werewolf ski resort."
Or maybe I'll just spend Monday and Wednesday nights watching Seinfeld reruns. Whatever.
Which brings me to my favor. For my final Pop Rocks, I'd like to use my "formidable" powers to pimp the Kickstarter for the movie Year At Danger.
I first saw this documentary at the deadCENTER Film Festival in 2008 (and reviewed it here) and was so impressed I put in on my list of the ten greatest war movies you haven't seen. In a nutshell, the film is a glimpse at life at Forward Operating Base (FOB) "Danger" in Tikrit, Iraq during the Second Gulf War. It was shot by Steve Metze, then a major in the National Guard battalion stationed there, and it's a brutally frank and unvarnished account of the lives of soldiers serving in Iraq. In my not always humble critical opinion, it deserves to be seen.
Metze and co-director Don Swaynos aren't a couple of celebrity assholes trying to get suckers to pay for a sequel nobody wants (hi, Zach Braff!). They simply need to secure funding for the music rights, which will ultimately allow them to get distribution (and modest distribution at that) for an acclaimed doc you'd absolutely never get the chance to watch otherwise. Call me crazy, but that sounds exactly like what Kickstarter was created for.
So here's your chance. Metze and Swaynos have only 14 days left to raise roughly $7,400 of the $15,000 they need. Please pledge what you can, and in return I'll never come back and write about Jennifer Aniston's pregnancy rumors.
Pretty good deal, if you ask me.
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