The short bio: Sara Freeman is a writer whose film and culture pieces have ranged from Claudette Colbert as a WWII action heroine to Edgar G. Ulmer’s late period sci-fi films to interviewing Molly Haskell and beyond. She specializes in writing and interviewing people about classic Hollywood, women in cinema and action movies. Sara lives in the Czech Republic with her sixteen year old Dachshund, Libby.

The long, more fun and interesting bio: My name is Sara and I don't take myself very seriously! Seriously. I am a twenty-seven year old woman with the sense of humor of a fourteen year old boy.

I am, however, in a pretty serious relationship with cinema. We've been going steady since I was seven and I think we're in it for the long haul. I grew up loving and watching the Golden Age of Hollywood (through TCM and our surprisingly well-stocked mom and pop video store) in southern Oregon and discovered my eternal love for classic women's pictures and action movies when I moved to Chicago to attend Columbia College for Film Studies in 2004.

Since then, I've graduated with high honors, turned down two graduate school offers, battled severe depression, watched a lot of great movies and moved to Europe to teach English. In-between doing all of those things, I've been a writer. My work has appeared in a handful of publications, including MUBI, Women and Hollywood and Sadie magazine. In the past, I've also worked as a Film Blogger for Today's Chicago Woman magazine, interviewed a lot of nifty people, spoken at a few conferences and lectured to a couple of classes and at screenings. My proudest achievement to date is Molly Haskell discovering my blog and complimenting my comparison of the 1939 and 2008 versions of The Women.

Sara dressed up as Lisbeth Salander. Halloween, 2011.

Before (and god-willing!) you explore my writing history, I should tell you two things: I am not an academic and I am not a traditional critic. I have written both academic essays and critical reviews of movies in the past, but my work tends to be more poetic, personal and spiritual than anything else. Letter grades and star ratings demean movies. I love cinema passionately and sincerely and gravitate toward films, filmmakers and friends who feel similarly. I never think of myself as better than the movie I'm watching because I think art has the ability to awe and inspire us unlike anything else in the entire universe. I am always in search of that awe.

If you still feel like carrying on, please feel free to check out my portfolio

Introducing an Edgar G. Ulmer double feature. Summer, 2011.

You still want to know more? Jeez. OK...

My Top Eleven Favorite Movies (as of 3/2/13)

1. Rio Bravo (1959, Howard Hawks)
2. Die Hard with a Vengeance (1995, John McTiernan)
3. Tea and Sympathy (1956, Vincente Minnelli)
4. Street of Shame (1956, Kenji Mizoguchi)
5. Way Down East (1920, D.W. Griffith)
6. Marnie (1964, Alfred Hitchcock)
7. Seven Women (1967, John Ford)
8. Magnificent Obsession (1954, Douglas Sirk)
9. A Star is Born (1954, George Cukor)
10. Kustom Kar Kommandos (1970, Kenneth Anger)
11. Now, Voyager (1944, Irving Rapper)

The name of this blog comes from a wonderful Fritz Lang film called Clash by Night starring Barbara Stanwyck, Robert Ryan, Paul Douglas and Marilyn Monroe. 

Clash by Night (Fritz Lang, 1952)
[after watching the movie, Mae and Jerry are visiting earl in the projection booth]
Earl Pfeiffer (Robert Ryan): Like the show?
Mae Doyle D'Amato (Barbara Stanwyck): She's beautiful.
Earl Pfeiffer: Who? That celluloid angel you just saw? They oughta cut her up a little bit - she'd look more interesting.
Jerry D'Amato (Paul Douglas): Cut her up?
Earl Pfeiffer: Didn't you ever wanna cut up a beautiful dame?
Jerry D'Amato: No.
Earl Pfeiffer: Jeremiah, you're a simple man.
Likes: vintage clothing, wearing costumes, Dachshunds (Ok, every dog in the world), the Milwaukee Brewers, the Green Bay Packers, genre cinema, nail polish, explosions, tracking shots, veganism, svetly lezak pivo, lilacs, Star Trek and ModCloth.

Dislikes: onions, snakes, uniforms, animal cruelty, the St. Louis Cardinals, most 360 degree shots, the smell of vanilla, inconsideration, authority and babies. No, I'm never having any.

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