People Only Die of Love in Movies
Film Writing by Jim Ridley
264 Pages, 6in x 9in
- Published: June 2018
Combining a cineaste's encyclopedic knowledge of film with a child's sense of wonder, Jim Ridley wrote about movies in a way few others can.
He reveled in the joy and mischief of cinema, dwelled on its beauty and violence, and navigated the full breadth of its mythology with clarity and enduring curiosity that earned him the respect of critics around the country. At the time of his unexpected death in 2016, Ridley was editor-in-chief of the alt-weekly Nashville Scene, the paper where his incisive, wide-ranging film reviews won him a devoted readership beginning in 1989.
People Only Die of Love in Movies takes its title from a line in the 1964 movie musical The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, the subject of one of Ridley's best-known pieces, included in this volume. In all, the anthology collects nearly one hundred of Ridley's film reviews, essays, and journalistic works, expertly organized by editor Steve Haruch into writing by film genre (e.g., Westerns, the Nouvelle Vague), cinematic theme (e.g., heroes, sexuality), and writing style (e.g., negative reviews, narrative journalism) to demonstrate Ridley's range.
People Only Die of Love in Movies invites its readers to revisit favorite films, discover new loves, and immerse themselves in the unparalleled writing of a discerning and knowledgeable critic.
"A moving tribute to a great American film critic, this collection brings together an exhilarating array of the best of Jim Ridley's writing, carving out clever pathways to guide readers through his far-ranging yet always very personal cinephilia—and through film history itself—and to paint a vivid picture of this beloved Nashvillian. The loss of Ridley's big-hearted and stylish voice left a giant hole in contemporary film criticism, but this book performs a great service by creating a permanent reminder of the magnitude of his writing and film-advocacy achievements. Thank you, Steve Haruch, for this labor of love."
—Liz Helfgott, Editorial Director, The Criterion Collection
"[I]mpeccably curated and edited by Steve Haruch. . . . To read these pieces again, rich in scholarship and suffused with pleasure, is to understand Ridley's conception of the cinema as an inexhaustible paradise."
--Justin Chang, Los Angeles Times
"Ridley is among those few 'reviewers' whose writing really does move into the realm of enduring film criticism. His examples are taken from the wide history of international cinema, and he makes unexpected connections between films that abide by a taste for cinema that is also, I want to say, an ethics of cinema. The organization of this volume brings Ridley's critical imagination to the fore."
—Jennifer Fay, Director of Cinema & Media Arts, Vanderbilt University
"In vibrant, often uproarious prose, the book chronicles a lifelong love affair with the cinema. Reading Ridley's reviews feels like having a jocular chat with a pal that takes an unexpectedly personal turn. . . . Expertly edited by former [Nashville] Scene staffer Steve Haruch, the book features 94 pieces, loosely grouped into 12 chapters according to genre or theme. It's an inspired approach, giving the informal sensation of Ridley riffing on his favorite topics, whether the Nouvelle Vague or Westerns. . . . [R]eading Ridley you can't help but think: here's a guy who really loved his job."
--Sean Burns, RogerEbert.com
"I've been reading a collection of [Jim Ridley's] pieces put together by . . . Steve Haruch called People Only Die of Love in Movies. It will be published in June and you should get it. It's really good."
--David Edelstein, New York magazine
"[T]here's such a wide range of films covered in People Only Die of Love in Movies, and so much unique insight into why they matter, that the book doubles as a sweeping cinematic history lesson and an introduction to an immensely likable human being. . . . [T]he writing's so vibrant and detailed that it invites readers into [Ridley's] head, where different cultures--high and low, and from around the globe--coexisted agreeably."
--Noel Murray, Village Voice