Stanley Kubrick died today, 10 years ago, on March 7th, 1999 at the age of 70. It’s a strange tradition, to remember someone on the anniversary of their death, but it beats not remembering them at all. Luckily, Kubrick is most certainly worth remembering.
On my desktop I have an entry-draft of considerable length concerning Kubrick, which I had intended to publish today. However, instead I fell into writing on a science fiction project I’ve been working on for a while (making significant headway I might add), and I like to think that writing is something Kubrick himself wouldn’t have minded taking precedence over me idolizing him and his work; he after all held the act of creation in particularly high regard, and considering the problems I’m having writing my project, I see what he means.
In reality, idolizing Kubrick is probably better done simply by watching or re-watching one of his films anyway, any one of which speaks volumes more about the man than I ever could.