The Carrying On of A Wayward Son

So you may have noticed by now that I haven’t updated this blog in a while — since October, to be exact.

This is not a good sign, you might guess, for Robert’s “Year of Bad Movies.”

In this presumption, you’d be most correct.

I started the project with all the best intentions. While I had previously attempted (and failed) to watch a movie a day for an entire year in the past — this time was going to be different. I had a theme, I had a real drive and, most importantly, I had a head start.

I didn’t start posting the entries for my year of bad movies until I had a couple weeks’ worth of “days” in the can.

It was this bit of subterfuge that ultimately kept me going as long as I did — a record when it comes to me attempting the particular goal of watching a movie a day for a year. In my past attempts, I had been hard pressed to even reach the first month’s end.

I was doing a real good job for a while and was even posting several times a day for a while … but then I stopped.

What happened, you may be asking.

Well, the truth of the matter is this: I got bored of watching nothing but bad movies. And watch nothing but bad movies is exactly what I did — for almost two full months. When you are watching and writing about bad movies once a day, it becomes very hard to find the time to watch movies that are actually worth checking out.

Instead of going to the theater to see the movies I was really looking forward to watching, I found myself buying tickets to films I knew were going to be bad.

In addition, I was filling up my Netflix queue with terrible movies — at the expense of the films I really wanted to watch.

Besides watching bad movies, I was starting to grow tired of writing about them. In the weeks following my first day of bad movies, I was invited to write for several other websites — mostly about bad movies. By the end of my first month, I was writing nearly a dozen articles a week about bad movies.

What started off as fun quickly became a chore.

I took the second half of October off, hoping to recharge my batteries and begin in earnest at the start of November. When November rolled around, though, I was still feeling a tad burned out so I decided to take another few weeks to rest from bad movies. By the end of November, I knew that I was never going to finish my Year.

Besides my general lack of drive when faced with the year of bad movies, I also had several new projects that presented themselves to me. I was writing more then ever — articles, columns, screenplays and scripts. I didn’t have anytime to keep updating my blog on a daily basis.

I’ve known for a few weeks now that this particular blog entry was something I needed to write. I always hate admitting defeat but I know that there is just no more interest in my soul to finish this year.

The final nail in the coffin came when I read about Showgirls, Teen Wolves And Astro Zombies, a book by Michael Adams in which he sets off on a year-long quest to find the worst movie ever made. While I started my project before learning of his book, there was no denying the fact that he had gotten there first. And I did not want to be anybody’s sloppy seconds.

For those of you who enjoyed my essays about bad movies, I will still continue to write about terrible films for Inside Pulse — Movies.

I’ll also post the occasional review on this website.

In the meantime, though, I’m going to enjoy being able to write a bit about what I’ve been up to, what’s going on in my life and, well, anything besides bad movies.

Hope you keep reading.