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Thomas Burchfield _______________________ Big Screen Editor This Peekskill, NY native is the son of an otherwise fine woman who got the bright idea to move to Oshkosh, WI when he was 11. He emerged from this experience with a loathing of cities laid out on grids with no mountains or hills around anywhere and people with similar brainpans (though he still misses winter). After five years in Minneapolis (nice town, but still flat and boring), he landed in SF in 1982 and is still here though he regularly curses the absence of anything resembling seasons, nihilists, the morally vain, sexual prudes and idiots who say things like "homelessness is a cool lifestyle choice." His name has popped up in Jon Carroll's and Leah Garchik's columns but he's too busy these days to kiss up like he used to. Like everybody with something resembling a heart he misses Herb Caen. He celebrates movies, books, good beer, single malts, music, the summer fog rolling in, the winter rains and the eternal, lustful and bittersweet dance between men and women. He's so goddamn square, he does his laundry every weekend while drinking beer at Frankie's Bohemian. He's steely enough to admit he likes Gordon Lightfoot and Everything But the Girl. He also writes for Swing Time magazine and collects the music of Duke Ellington and Ennio Morricone, when he isn't running around telling everybody what a hell of a fine magazine posthoc is and is becoming. Want to write film reviews? Know of something that Thomas and the other film writers should check out? Have a tip? E-mail him.
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