The Legend of POWSO: Ocarina of Fanboys
The POWSO crew recounts and recites some of their favorite video game music. Tea and crumpets are not served, but insults are hurled.
The POWSO, the Duel and the Fallen
Gerry returns from a road trip as Thomas makes his next move in his diabolical scheme to destroy the POWSO team.
Declaration of a Film Junkie
From the set of "Patient 1221," trying to look all director like.
I am Gerry. I love movies. I love movies probably more than I should. As a child and proud member of the VCR generation, I would consistently watch Batman, Star Wars, Toy Story, and Cinderella (gotta love Jaq and Guss). My love of movies was so deep that it felt like just watching them was not enough. I would venture out into my backyard and continue the journeys of my favorite film characters through toys, or if necessary, large pieces of cardboard. I lived to recreate Batman racing through the woods of Gotham with my action figures, I used my bicycle as an X-Wing fighter making the trench run, I carried pull-string Woody on every family errand and I would consistently tell my parents that I wanted to watch “Rella” again.
After being born in raised in the sunny San Fernando Valley (porn capital of the world), I decided to venture into north east Los Angeles and attend Occidental College. When I got to college I decided to major in politics. I figured studying film was the equivalent of shooting yourself in the foot when it came to finding a job after college. It was time I focused on something more adult and realistic.
This “adult” line off thinking didn’t last very long. After one year and two film classes, I was hooked. Now I am an over educated asshole who wanders this world as a “Film and Media Studies” major. What does that mean? It means I got cultural capital to flaunt and crazy debts to pay off.
However, aside from the tuition that I will probably pay up until my nursing home years, my time at school further cemented my love of film and going to the movies. Aside from just watching them, I enjoy reading about them, discussing them and, when I find an idea I like enough, I love to make them. The industry is changing in fascinating ways. Films are becoming infused with elements of the Internet and video games. Storylines are no longer contained by one medium. Transmedia storytelling is the future and something I spend many days and night thinking about. It is a love that I want to share with you.
To you the readers: bear with me and my sad attempts at film theory and criticism. Laugh at the way in which I try to cite and incorporate film scholars into the discussions of my favorite films. Grant me your patience as I try to convey the millions of ideas and thoughts that rush through my head about almost every movie I see. Be kind in your criticism when I display my own work. Above all, please remember one thing: I am just one person and this is just one opinion.
People are often seeped into taking this thing too seriously and decide that their film tastes are superior to those around them. Like it or not, Michael Bay makes money. While intellectuals may not like to admit it, there are more to films than their formal, cultural or historical contexts. Movies are about the way they make us feel. Some of my best memories have little to do with the formal qualities of the movies, but more about who I saw them with, how old I was, the way the popcorn tasted, the way it made me look at a different part of my life or myself or just the way they made me feel.
I will do my best to hold back the pretensions that come with discussing films and restrain the arrogance. I just want to share the way in which I see our country’s largest cultural export. Remember too, that these are your movies too. I want to know what you think and how you feel.
Together we can convey what our generation believes is the past, present, and future of American cinema. Films belong to us as much as they do to their filmmakers, and using the tools of the Internet, it is time we make sure that those in Hollywood never forget that.