I reached a kind of milestone in my development as a writer this week, when two reviews I had written for print offended somebody and got spiked before they made it into the newspaper. For a couple of weeks now I've been writing reviews for what's essentially a start-up weekly newspaper up here in the northern suburbs of New York, the White Plains Times. It's very much a community newspaper right now, but the ambition is to err on the side of the sophisticated and cosmopolitan etc. and eventually serve all of Westchester county. I've already reviewed Caché and The New World for the Times, to no controversy of which I'm aware, and I even did a superficial little Sundance round-up based on festival buzz as well as the few movies I actually got to see. My big idea for a piece this week was to honor Valentine's Day by looking at a handful of new DVD releases that deal with love and/or sex: Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, Eros, and the new SE of The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
The review of Corpse Bride, it turns out, was well-received in the office. The other two, not so much. And it's not like the pieces were simply edited to remove the offending passages (I gather my description of Lena Olin down on all fours in front of Daniel Day-Lewis was a particular sore spot); the reviews were rejected out of hand.
So maybe I don't know much about this community-newspaper jazz. But I do know one thing -- at the merest whiff of controversy, it's the duty of an Internet-based writer to blog about it. So here's my jaunty little Valentine's Day piece for the White Plains Times (published here with permission, naturally) exactly as I delivered it on Sunday night.
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