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May 08, 2008
#29 - Glenn Kenny
Another one bites the dust.
He self-obits.
Posted by poland at May 8, 2008 11:35 AM
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Does Premiere magazine still exist in print?
I bought the first issue in 1987 (with Hanks and Ackroyd on the cover for Dragnet) and collected it religiously for almost the first 6-7 years. Then I noticed in the mid-nineties it went to shit. They got rid of the "shot for shot" section and good articles on the mechanics of the film industry were being replaced by large glossy photo spreads on Elton John's latest fundraiser for AIDS and fashion shoots of the "what he's wearing" variety.
Somewhere around the mid-nineties, in my recollections, it ceased being a film/movie magazine and became something more in line with a gossip column Enquirer type rag. More Libby Gelman Waxner then something any serious film disciple would like.
Haven't seen it in ages. Is it only online now? Are they toast?
Posted by: Nicol D
at May 8, 2008 12:01 PM
Yep, only online now. And without Glenn, they are toast; his blog was the only reason to even look at the site. So really dumb decision by them, even if it saves money in the short term.
Posted by: LYT
at May 8, 2008 12:19 PM
Alas poor Glenn Kenny.
Cinema is looking more and more like one big coal mine, with movie critics functioning as the canaries -- super-sensitive creatures who let the rest of us know what's really going on in the environment. When the air is good, the birdie sings. When the air is bad, the birdie swoons on its perch.
But when they all start dropping at such a rapid rate it could signal to some that the whole place (in this case, the art of movies) is going toxic.
Of course, the mine owners now have to throw out the canaries in lieu of ducks, the egg laying quackers, who take a longer to feel the effects. Ducks don't sing you see... they just run around and flap their wings. But since they have feathers and beaks and are bigger and louder, people will think they work better.
But ducks still need air to breath. And they'll eventually start dropping too. And then the people in the mine will know they're in trouble.
And the mine owners will need ostriches down there to keep things going. Or a guy in a Big Bird suit. Or maybe something without feathers all together. Like a Grizzly. Man, those things are tough.
Goodnight sweet critic.
Posted by: Crow T Robot
at May 8, 2008 12:27 PM
anyone remember the trading cards that used to come in Premiere magazine? i think i still have one for THE HIDDEN somewhere.
glenn was fun to check in with and i look forward to readin him wherever he lands next.
Posted by: Armin Tamzarian
at May 8, 2008 12:38 PM
I miss Premiere for it's annual Critic's roundup, and going back a little, the annual top 100 Power Lists.
Posted by: Dr Wally
at May 8, 2008 02:32 PM
Total BS. G'bye Premiere...I won't even read you for free online now. As Luke said, Glenn's blog and his reviews were the only worthwhile thing over there anyway. Lamesville.
Posted by: don lewis (was PetalumaFilms)
at May 8, 2008 02:45 PM
Man, this has been a shit week to be my friend. Glenn loses his job, Laura Kim loses hers, and Robert Nudelman passes away. David, watch your step! :-(
Posted by: Cadavra
at May 8, 2008 05:36 PM
Ohmygod they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Posted by: doug r
at May 8, 2008 07:02 PM
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