…in a reasonable, persuasive, non-obsessive, open-hearted way, I will certainly do that. But only for the right reasons. Just because I passionately want to hate a film doesn’t mean I will hate it. If a movie works on its own terms, so be it. I am capable of recognizing and acknowledging that. But if I can find a fair-minded way to dump on this fucking film, I will do so.
Not that it matters, of course. For the degradation of taste and the all-but-total elimination of adult ticket-buyers who are more or less down with the idea of driving to the plex to experience an occasional serving of smart, soulful prestige cinema…those appetites and that tradition are dead and buried now, and Kevin Feige is one of the guys with a shovel, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
For the 17th or 18th time, if I could cause the MCU to self-destruct by clapping three times, I would clap three times and shout “whoo-hoo!” while doing so.
You know that 90% of the critics are go-along whores…totally untrustworthy in the realm of superhero stuff…they don’t want to come off like negheads or outliers. Only haters like myself are trustworthy because we don’t give a shit.
“From hell’s heart I stab at thee…for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee…oh damn thee, whale!”