MostlyIndies is (yawn, snore), yet another movie site. I know, groundbreaking, right? Back in the early days of blogging and web hosting, film sites were few and far between, and if you wanted to post a review online and had no idea how to blog, you went to IMDB.com and did so.
During the early 00s, this cinephile and self-confessed Accidental Critic composed quite a collection of reviews as NYCritic and was commonly focused on left-of-center films, independents, and classic cinema. As it is, the reviews still are there, some downrated beyond recognition by other competitive reviewers looking to get theirs viewed first and the hell with everyone else.
Eventually, in 2015 a need to open a site of my own with no restrictions took place. After a series of queries offering to contribute as a film critic on some rather well-known online movie magazines failed or were met with a cheerful yet condescending form of scorn (“We don’t believe your material, your writing, is suitable for the views we are aiming for out film page,” one stated), yours truly decided to just go with it, and become a one-man writing team.
And so, MostlyIndies was born, not with its current name but Hooked on Film. [It was a bad play at Hooked on Classics. Don’t judge.] It worked for a few, but then an Australian site of the same name and longer publication history created some conflict with mine’s own search-ability and visibility. Hence, the name that survives to this day.
MostlyIndies has existed now for 6 years, but another turn of the screw would have it. Migrating to another platform resulted in the loss of a solid 100% of the site’s articles, lists, and the like. Eventually, Yours Truly may attempt to recover them, or at least a select few. He doesn’t know when he’ll cross that bridge or if it even will be crossed. Onwards, into the future, and whatever was seen and reviewed may remain in the past and resurface in other discussions on film.
MostlyIndies is the pet project of NYCritic, an avid movie-goer who chooses to remain on the sidelines and let his words speak for themselves. He loves all forms of cinema — even the terrible ones. If there is one genre he will not watch unless he’s strapped to a chair like Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange, it is the superhero movie. As Marty [Scorcese] once said, they are the death of cinema.
Other than that NYCritic hopes you like this small corner of the world and his objective views on the movies, new and old, that he sees out of pure passion for the art of moviemaking.