Greetings and salutations, I’m Kyle.

I’m seventeen going on eighteen, and I love cinema, as you can see. My tastes are fairly varied. I’m rather neurotic, very self-effacing, extremely sarcastic, and yet mild mannered and naïve. I thoroughly enjoy writing, primarily non-fiction satirical essays (a la David Sedaris) and film reviews. I aspire to become a professional film critic. I’m a hopeless romantic, a bit pedantic, and there’s really not much else to say. I go to the Connecticut IB Academy. It’s not fun.

Some things about me:

Cinephile. Bibliophile. Logophile. Germaphobe. Anal retentive. Neurotic. Hopeless romantic. Writer. Critic. Confidant. Snob. Grammar Nazi. 

With more neuroses than a psych textbook.

“To Pull a Kyle”
verb - 
1. To pour out one’s feelings to someone when the other person cannot reciprocate. 
2. To dive into something; To not wade. 

How did you get that bruise on your face?
Well I didn’t know how shallow the pool was and I pulled a Kyle

Hey, how’s that girl from work?
I pulled a Kyle and she got a restraining order.

My favorite musical artists include:

-          The Beatles

-          Benny Goodman

-          Cole Porter

-          The Rolling Stones

-          George Gershwin

-          Billy Joel

-          Queen

-          Frank Sinatra

-          Dean Martin

-          Michael Buble

-          Ella Fitzgerald

-          Fleetwood Mac

-          Credence Clearwater Revival

-          Elton John

-          Anything that Quentin Tarantino includes in his films

-          Adele

-          Guilty Pleasure Pick: Lady Gaga

Did I mention I was a hopeless romantic? Let’s just say I once wrote someone a three thousand word letter of adoration. All I want is someone to be pedantic with. Haha.

Feel free to pop in and ask a question.

Read my reviews here.

My top favorite however many films here.