R.I.P. Premiere Magazine
Sorry about the lack of updates. I had a cold last week, thought I was over it, and then it rose up and bit me again. If things continue the way they're going, I'm going to be dead by Monday.
But as long as I'm dying, I might as well blog about something completely unrelated to my health. Reading the earlier post "premiere week" get me going on this tangent.
I miss Premiere magazine.
In college, especially, it was my best source of REAL movie news, with thoughtful interviews with writers and directors. Oh sure, it had its occasional puff piece on J.Lo's diva-ish ways or Schwarzeneggar's pig-heart transplant, but it was the only magazine I looked forward to and didn't feel embarrassed about reading. Libby Gelman-Waxler, a little bit, but other than that - I liked Premiere magazine.
Then a few months ago, Premiere shuttered its doors. To make up for the two years of subscription I had left, they transferred my subscription to one of their sister magazines. And it's horrible. Now instead of articles about movie studio heads and upcoming film festivals? I get articles about Jennifer Aniston's clothes and what kind of iPod cover Hillary Duff uses.
The only reason I would have any passing interest in Angelina Jolie's love life was if I WAS SOMEHOW IN Angelina Jolie's love life. And even THEN I don't think I'd spend time reading about her.
Look, new magazine. I know you're trying really hard. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but the minute that I care about any part of your magazine... is the minute that I'm going to end my life in some horrible horrible way. The worst part of the week is when I open my mailbox and see your magazine's cold, soulless eyes looking back at me.
Your magazine sickens me.
And the fact that I had my favorite magazine replaced by it is just more salt in the wound. Thankfully, the internet has made magazines all but obsolete, except while waiting to get your hair cut or your teeth cleaned. And this new magazine subscription will eventually end and I won't have to keep recycling it.
Oh - and Angelina? Call me. Thanks.
But as long as I'm dying, I might as well blog about something completely unrelated to my health. Reading the earlier post "premiere week" get me going on this tangent.
I miss Premiere magazine.
In college, especially, it was my best source of REAL movie news, with thoughtful interviews with writers and directors. Oh sure, it had its occasional puff piece on J.Lo's diva-ish ways or Schwarzeneggar's pig-heart transplant, but it was the only magazine I looked forward to and didn't feel embarrassed about reading. Libby Gelman-Waxler, a little bit, but other than that - I liked Premiere magazine.
Then a few months ago, Premiere shuttered its doors. To make up for the two years of subscription I had left, they transferred my subscription to one of their sister magazines. And it's horrible. Now instead of articles about movie studio heads and upcoming film festivals? I get articles about Jennifer Aniston's clothes and what kind of iPod cover Hillary Duff uses.
The only reason I would have any passing interest in Angelina Jolie's love life was if I WAS SOMEHOW IN Angelina Jolie's love life. And even THEN I don't think I'd spend time reading about her.
Look, new magazine. I know you're trying really hard. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but the minute that I care about any part of your magazine... is the minute that I'm going to end my life in some horrible horrible way. The worst part of the week is when I open my mailbox and see your magazine's cold, soulless eyes looking back at me.
Your magazine sickens me.
And the fact that I had my favorite magazine replaced by it is just more salt in the wound. Thankfully, the internet has made magazines all but obsolete, except while waiting to get your hair cut or your teeth cleaned. And this new magazine subscription will eventually end and I won't have to keep recycling it.
Oh - and Angelina? Call me. Thanks.
posted by Eugene at 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Eugene,
Just to let you know, you should've received some sort of notice in the mail about your subscription, but what I can tell you is that if you want to cancel, you can call the Us Weekly customer service line here: 1-800-283-3956
Also, you might want to check out the Premiere.com message board as well, because some people have had some problems canceling.
http://forums.premiere.com/movie/board/message?board.id=9&thread.id=3712
Hope this helps and hope you feel better.
This is awesome! Thank you, anonymous fellow-Premiere fan!
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