So, today we wrap up The Week of The Dissolve. It’s been a fun, occasionally melancholy stroll down meta-memory lane. I hope you’ve enjoyed it.
As should be abundantly clear by now, The Dissolve meant a lot to me, and still does.
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The Week of The Dissolve soldiers on.
At this point, you may well wonder how much more I could possibly have to say. It’s not an unreasonable thing to wonder, but you may be surprised — I’ve actually been pretty moderate in my gushing praise so far.
We kicked off The Week of The Dissolve with some personal reflections on what the site meant to me, and then followed that up yesterday with a few of the many highlights from its editors, staff writers, and contributors during its too-brief run.
Yesterday, we kicked off The Week of The Dissolve with what the site itself, in one of its “Movie of the Week” features, might’ve called a Keynote. Today, continuing this meta-One Year Later appreciation thread, we move on to some Essentials.
It’s been a year since The Dissolve shuttered its virtual windows, packed up its stuff, and moved on.
Welcome to a week commemorating its passing.
Recently, I was talking to a friend, and started wistfully recalling it, in the hushed terms we usually reserve for good friends.
So The Dissolve called it quits today. This is a shame. During its two-year run, it was the go-to place for smart, insightful, hilarious film writing. Its team of writers will go on to do more awesome stuff, to be sure, but it’s still a bummer for those of us who read it regularly.
It’s awards season, and there’s no shortage of commentary. I might chime in myself in a few weeks. (Spoilers: Boyhood, Ida, The Immigrant, Under The Skin, and Noah would win all the things if it were up to me, and Uma Thurman would get a best Supporting Actress nod for Nymphomaniac Vol 1 — it is not, it turns out, up to me.)