N.P. Thompson bio

A native of Atlanta, which might as well be Atlantis, given how remote it feels to me, I first tasted existence as a jazz d.j. and as a sometime talk show host for programs that were cancelled ages ago. Yes, I lived in Athens, GA, that little avocado on the map of life, and spun on air in times of unalloyed purity. In the late 90s, I gave up my summer villa in Normaltown for the steep cliff of Seattle, and then briefly to Port Townsend, where I began writing for the alt-monthly Vigilance as the house film critic. There I became known as "the notorious N.P. Thompson," or "the notorious NPT," and finally just plain "notorious," for panning almost everything including Lost in Translation and other over-praised bombs. (This nickname was run so far into the ground that when Sparkle Motion, in Donnie Darko, dances to a certain Duran Duran song, I felt as if it were all for me.) Lately, my prose has surfaced in Seattle Weekly, the Seattle Sun, Tablet (of course), GreenCine, the Landmark Theatres FLM quarterly, and at my own site, the refreshing and delightful MoviesIntoFilm.com.