Everything That’s Wrong With Film Critics


The release of Batman V Superman this past weekend has caused many to wonder whether film critics have any weight on the viewer’s decisions. It’s probably not a new topic of debate, but it gives me the chance of making a brief reflection on the role of the critic.

First things first, let it be known that I bought a ticket for the Zack Snyder movie and went and watched it. I didn’t like it, mainly because I thought it was stupid. But that’s the full extent of my opinion, and whatever else I might have to say about it will be delivered to friends over beers. (I also made a mean tweet about it, but if you don’t want any spoilers, you shouldn’t look at it—no matter how silly the spoiler in question may seem—.)

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The Grand Budapest Hotel


After I finished watching Wes Anderson’s latest delicacy, I made the following note. It came back to my mind afterwards, and I retrieve it here hoping to learn whether others felt the same way about it.

I believe the deeper meaning of THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL hides in the tribute to those stories that mean everything for those who were their protagonists and then passed on to others, and disfigured and diluted over time, as if obscured by layers and layers of dust, [faded] until they became only endearing anecdotes to those who heard or read them. Enchanting, but meaningless. 


Footnote: I thought Moonrise Kingdom superior to The Grand Budapest Hotel, but I still enjoyed the latter immensely.