The Popcorn Farm. A fresh literary journal with a taste for all things popping out of the cinematic topsoil.
Whether it be inspired by a meaningful film from old Hollywood, a modern day blockbuster, or an indie film seen by a baker’s dozen, we welcome works that either develop the themes of a movie further or denounce them in an unforeseen way.
And what’s a flic without a critic? The Popcorn Farm will also commit to publishing movie reviews and essays. We humbly ask that you avoid Ebert-Roeper practices of hoisting thumbs ”way up” or ”way down.”
Our voices and opinions should resonate with more poignancy than IMDB blurbs. So whether you brush your teeth to the Sound of Music, are sick of not talking about Fight Club, or you’re crossing off the days to the next convention in your freshly combed Chewbacca suit, we’re right here. We want to hear what your characters and your verses have to say. Let us in on the score to the cut scenes you imagine.
If cinema is a thematic history of the human spirit, we want you to write its footnotes.
Whether it be inspired by a meaningful film from old Hollywood, a modern day blockbuster, or an indie film seen by a baker’s dozen, we welcome works that either develop the themes of a movie further or denounce them in an unforeseen way.
And what’s a flic without a critic? The Popcorn Farm will also commit to publishing movie reviews and essays. We humbly ask that you avoid Ebert-Roeper practices of hoisting thumbs ”way up” or ”way down.”
Our voices and opinions should resonate with more poignancy than IMDB blurbs. So whether you brush your teeth to the Sound of Music, are sick of not talking about Fight Club, or you’re crossing off the days to the next convention in your freshly combed Chewbacca suit, we’re right here. We want to hear what your characters and your verses have to say. Let us in on the score to the cut scenes you imagine.
If cinema is a thematic history of the human spirit, we want you to write its footnotes.