OK. I’ll admit it. Up until a few months ago I had never heard of Kim Morgan, film critic at large for such sites as MSN Movies and the Huffington Post, as well as the proprietor of the film blog, Sunset Gun (what, am I under a giant rock?). Well, I can say, with all enthusiasm, that I’m a fan (and that she shares my admiration for Woody Allen and David Lynch doesn’t hurt). Kim Morgan has a no-nonsense, warts and all love of cinema; from film noir to B-movies to Grindhouse and points in-between, her wonderfully written articles reflect this dominant passion, sans any pretentious banter. These are not mere movie reviews, they are fire-cracker essays, violent bursts of blood-soaked prose and impassioned love letters that speak to the art of film and its history, all from a fiercely personal point-of-view that you can’t help but admire. Consequently, her writing is able to do what all good film criticism should do: persuade, illuminate, and engage.
Hell, Ms. Morgan just might convince me to start watching Tarantino films again (maybe).