Call me Ishmael.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
With these beautiful lines, conjured by the minds of brilliant men, I make my snot-nosed blogging debut. While I hope to keep this hole in the wall as bearable, comprehensible and ramble-free as possible, I make no promises! After-all, I intend on using this space to offer up my unfiltered knee jerk reactions on movies, and occasionally, some thoughts on TV, soccer, food, friends, news, rants, and to anything else that takes up retail space in my dusty cranium. Welcome to ‘Film Frontier’ – I hope you like your minute here.