I was 15, going on 16, and it was during my summer break as a student at St. Aloysius High School, in New Orleans. Since September, I'd been reviewing movies for the school paper, The Aloysian. (My first review: In the Heat of the Night.) The vice-principal evidently was impressed: He recommended me to the entertainment editor of the city's weekly Catholic newspaper, The Clarion Herald, as someone who could occasionally fill in as a second-string critic. And so, on the morning on Wednesday, June 5, when the issue officially dated June 6 started popping up in people's mailboxes throughout the city, I could see the very first review I ever wrote for a professional publication -- a thumbs-up rave for Wild in the Streets. This should have been the happiest day of my life.
But, of course, it wasn't. And then, alas, the next day was worse.
I love movies. But, from an early age, I have been forced to admit: Some things are more important.