About

I am Sisyphus Jones: a completely fictitious character. I don’t look like this picture anymore but I did when I started this site, so I’m leaving it. Since I started this site, I got old and aged badly. Leif Garret got nothing on me, baby.

Anyway, I was in pretty bad shape when I started this website. Like, I thought I knew the exact coordinates of rock bottom but suddenly I was spelunking further downward into inky black caves and spooky chasms.

I assumed I was nearing The End and might at any moment drop dead of pure sadness. While I waited for that to happen, I watched a shitload of movies to pass the time.

Then, some dull instinct to keep fighting pushed back. That part of me thought, okay, if all you can do is sit around and watch movies, fine. At least write some movie reviews so you’re doing something productive.

So I wrote a couple of reviews. And everything was going fine until I watched Steven Soderbergh’s documentary And Everything Is Going Fine about celebrated monologist Spalding Gray and it gutted me. If Spalding Gray couldn’t figure out a reason to keep going, what hope did I have?

I struggled to write a review of the Soderbergh doc but my brain kept skipping around like a broken radio dial stuck on search. I couldn’t lock onto a clear signal. I rewrote that review dozens of times until it stopped making sense and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever make sense again.

So I gave up on writing movie reviews.

Eventually (we’re talking years), I started feeling a little better. I clawed my way out of the caves and chasms. And then I decided to try to make comics but that’s a whole other story.

“Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.” — Samuel Beckett