Well, dear reader, it seems we have arrived at the tenth installment of Magellans at the Movies, and the tenth bit of anything is always considered notable for reasons I’ve never really understood. I guess people just like the number ten because it’s usually the easy part of math problems. Anyways, over the past weeks you’ve listened to and come to love Magellans at the Movies for its biting criticism, adroit analysis, and euphoric celebrations of the best and worst of this medium. Or maybe you just appreciate the program’s utility as a mild sedative at bedtime. Either way, as you’ve listened to each increasingly lengthy session of mindless blather, you may have begun to wonder about your guides through these somniferous sermons of cinema. Who are these strange men, and where did they come from? Why did Elliot disappear for three years in the Australian Outback and why did he return? What do the tiny runic symbols printed on the inside of Nathan’s glasses mean and why does he draw them every night on his wall? Why do these descriptions never end before meeting the word count of your average Stephen King book? Unfortunately none of those questions will be answered today, but we will be celebrating our tenth episode by sharing a bit about ourselves as movie watchers. Not that anyone asked for it, but what is a podcast if not casting pieces of oneself into the digital void to the delight and rapturous attention of precisely no one? In all seriousness we never held any illusions about the possibility for great fame or success, we’re just a pair of brothers who love movies, love talking about them, and wanted to share some of that love with a larger audience, however paltry the expansion. We thank you for listening, even if it was only once, and we hope you have and will continue to enjoy our bloviating about movies we adore, despise, and are indifferent to every week. Let’s get going!
