I’m back, baby!
Some of you might have found me through The Parallax Review, a film criticism website I agonized over for nine months before throwing in the towel, resigned to the fact that it’d take years—possibly decades—to break through the din of terrible Internet film reviews and become a legitimate voice. I have a life to live, and I won’t sacrifice it for a website unless it has naked chicks.
Some of you might have found me through my former blog, Stan Has Issues™, where I posted for nearly a decade under the anonymous guise of Stan McKagan (sometimes McCague). What started as the comic soap opera of my college years quickly evolved into an outlet for my frustration over certain movies I saw, certain scripts I read, and certain advice I saw preached on the Internet by so-called gurus who couldn’t tell their ass from a hole in the wall.
Some of you might have found me because you know me. Well… This is awkward. Here I am, letting it all hang out. Believe me, I need all the support I can get, but I’m not sure you want to read boring articles about screenwriting or stories about chronic masturbation.