Matthew's Film Logs

Something that a lot of us hold near and dear to our hearts are the nostalgic media properties with which we are exposed to during our childhood. Most of us are willing to go as far as to say that these media, whether they be television shows or movies, are classics. If you were to ask the average zoomer (Gen Z Person) what their favorite childhood property was, they’d probably respond with something along the likes of “Oh Cartoon Network/Nick/Those Disney sitcoms are so nostalgic for me, but for movies, it’d probably be like Toy Story or Star Wars!” Now, if I were to reach into my childhood memories, something that was very much present in my life were the Disney/Pixar properties. You all can probably tell that I have a strong affinity for those properties even now. I could talk about Up and how great of a film that is, or how Bolt is an underrated classic, but something that has stayed with me longer than some of those other stories is the Cars franchise.      ...

   Something I had once pondered when I was young was this question: Of all of the zodiac signs that I could have been assigned, why am I designated to the Cancer sign? Now, I am not one to delve too much into astrology, but its prevalence in our culture has led me to at least be aware of my birth zodiac. There are plenty of perks to being a Cancer sign. For one, your birthday's always landing on a vacation (At least, during your schooling years), and you're able to do anything you want on your birthday. The zodiac symbol associated with Cancer is a crab, and I still think that a crab is a sort of lame symbol that I got. However, possibly the most irksome quality that bothered me as a kid was the notion that if you're a cancer, you're too emotional. I hated it because it was true.      As a child, I was taught by the older generations that only women are supposed to be emotional. Men are supposed to be stoic, stern, and tough, even in the darkest of times. This ...

       Back in elementary school, there was a girl in my grade. Her name was Arielle, and she was insanely talented in just about everything that was relevant in the bizarre social sphere of those recess days. She had quite a great singing voice, was a very capable actress when it came to our mandatory school plays, was "pretty" by whatever beauty standards Disney Channel or Nickelodeon engraved in us, and she was a generally good student. Everyone outside of her own clique despised her. Although we never really tried to talk to her, whenever she would speak, there was this sense of arrogance and pride in whatever she said, no matter how minute the topic was. I think that a common stigma associated with her was a sense of hubris, that she would brag about her talents and academic skills, while a majority of us Nixon kids couldn't as much sing without being ridiculed. In a way I was kind of being extremely inconsiderate to her, and I think a majority of my grade was a...

      What does the word "Film" mean to you? It's a really vague term, I'm sure. People all across the world have different perspectives on what a film, or a movie, is to them. For many cinephiles, their love of film mostly stems from analyzing it as an art form, something in which beauty is critiqued at a mostly technical level, where the skills of the cinematographer and director are valued along with the coherence of the script and the performances of the actors. To the mass majority of people, they mostly get a kick out of the spectacle of cinema; the grand-scale set pieces, and the dazzling visual effects on display. They go to the movies to enjoy a form of escapism from their daily lives. However, there's a specific type of quality that nearly everyone who has ever seen a film looks for: The human or emotional aspect of a film.    Whether it be the crushing and heartbreaking death of a beloved character, or the inspirational ending of a feel-good sports dr...