The Armchair Critic introduces...

This blog is dedicated to critiqueing all the books, movies and television I watch. I am not trained in critique. I am simply a young woman with a lot of observations and opinions, and I am not bothered about being right. Having an opinion you are willing to stand by is brave and noble, so long as you accept that other people may disagree with you. I aim to be braver and nobler. I promise not to be cruel. There is a definate trend in cruel journalism, and I have no interest in meanness for entertainment. That being said, if I don't like something, I won't sugarcoat it.

Anyways, I'd like to start off this blog by writing about General Hospital-the soap opera. Oh, how I love thee. Truly fine writing, lovelovelove the teen storylines, I am hooked. I have trouble finding other people's blogs about the show. And I want to write about it like it is a viable form of social commentary, because it is. Don't laugh. I'm serious.

I'm still sort of new to the show, I have only been watching it for about a year, but I feel qualified to comment regardless. I am not one of those fans who go to see the stars' appearances at malls. I do not read soap opera fanzines. There are no oversized "I love Luke and Laura" T-shirts in my closet, and I do miss the show from time to time. Anyways, watching this show got me through a really hard time in my life, because it was escape that rung true, do you know what I mean? I never felt silly for believing in some of the storylines.

I will also post about movies, because I watch a lot of them. I do love coming of age stories and foreign films, particularly French films. The French, their cinema would have you believe, are born precocious and fine-boned. French women don't worry so much about their weight and they can run in heels. French men can hide their confusion about women behind their floppy hair and clenched jaws in a way North American men can't seem to master. And French children have the most delicious balance of wisdom and innocence. I have been to France, so I know I am making gross exaggerations, but in my head, it is a dreamlike nation of sophistication, and warmth(yes, the French folks I met were as warm as anything) where one well-shod national foot is still stuck in the past, where pain au chocolat is a food group, and coffee is for those who will actually sit down and enjoy it. (There is little need for take-out coffee. I respect this greatly.)

Okay, I will post later tonight about General Hospital, when I am home with my own computer.
I look forward to having a reader or two.

Yours in soap operatic nerdery,
Monika