Shame on me for disappearing. The truth is, in addition to the auto-immune disorder that keeps me disabled, I have a chronic and crippling back problem that never goes away. It does, however, sometimes get a lot worse, and it’s been going through a little temper tantrum since about mid-October. Which means I’ve been at home, in bed, in excruciating pain, for three months and counting. I’ve got opioids, cannabis, muscle relaxants, and even regular injections of pain meds delivered via epidural (a long-ass needle that goes directly into the spine), but what I don’t have is the ability or desire or energy to pursue the things that used to bring me pleasure. Which is a beating-around-the-bush way of saying that I’m not watching movies. Movies are normally a great pass-time for people stuck in bed, but the above list is a testament to my brain-fog. I can barely follow a movie, let alone evaluate it.
And yet here I am, claiming to be “back.” I’ve been lured here by Sundance, an epic film festival that’s guaranteed to be dotted with golden nuggets, no mining required. I can’t guarantee things will be up to my normal standards but the Sundance slate holds so much promise and potential that I’m going to do my very best to deliver the care and attention these films deserve.
Thanks for hanging in there with me.