Hello to anyone reading this, my inaugural blog post on Lewti Is Not Kind. Whether read by just one person or, if I'm being really ambitious here, three or four people; I hope you stick around to see what I have in store over the next few posts.
There will be film-related posts. Not necessarily new reviews, but theories on cinema in general and specific examples running the gamut from the biggest Hollywood marquee films to independent cinema from around the world. So whatever your genre of choice there will be something on offer for you. Also from other areas of the arts, albeit more sporadically, will be posts and musings of music, fine art, poetry, literature, television and video games. Maybe occassionally I'll bore you to tears with stories and news from whatever I'm currently working on too.
Now to explain the title... here goes. I'm a great admirer of the romantic poets. Keats, Wordsworth, Byron and in particular Samuel Taylor Coleridge. His life story fed his poetry in a sublime way, and his short poem Lewti (featuring the refrain 'Lewti is not kind' which gives this blog its title) is his ode to unrequited love and the turbulent and frequent journey between hope and doubt that plagues those who love from afar. I'm lucky enough to love a woman who loves me too, but I am no stranger to unrequited love in my past. So in honour of the greatest scholar and poet of his generation I shamelessly stole my hero's line, just like Will Hunting.
So the next post should be up in a few days, and will be a rundown of my thoughts on the genre of romantic comedy. We all know the genre has some of the most mediocre films of all time, yet the greatest in this genre can stake a claim as some of the most enjoyable films of all time. Tune in next time.
Macina Out.
