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Fucking awful movie. Fuck movie critics. Rotten tomatoes has a billion of them that do an excellent job of talking out of their ass. I loved this critic's words on the matter...
Can 93 percent of American movie critics be wrong? On the soft and squishy Rotten Tomatoes website, an amazing 70 out of 75 critics gave a thumbs up to The Host, a hokey South Korean monster movie that makes Godzilla look like The Godfather.
Rarely reliable, the RT contributors run the gamut from overripe newspaper critics to a vine of Web-based wonks who likely work out of their parents' basements like Rupert Pupkin in The King of Comedy. The popularization of opinion in the age of the Internet has mashed movie criticism down to the consistency of mud. There's no one to do background checks on critics or journalists anymore, least of all editors. All its takes is a will and a website.
Movie reviewing is at its lowest ebb in history, and not simply because of the bubbling babble of untrained voices. Over the past 20 years, newspaper pressure for "consumerist" writers has led to a generation of uncritical critics who are convinced American Idol-izing pop culture is the only culture. They're afraid to swim upstream, for fear of losing readers and therefore their jobs. There's healthier, pugilistic dissent in the today's sports section than there is in the movie pages. Only look at the raves for the sublimely shallow The Departed to see how serious film criticism has been shown the door. Juiced up on testosterone, Scorsese's Boston gangbang—one of the worst Best Picture Oscar winners in years—allowed even the wimpiest of critics to stiffen up and get in touch with their inner Tony Soprano.
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