The stupidity of random anger

Does anyone else go to a movie, enjoy said movie, and then subsequently read movie reviews for that movie and get angry at the critics who give bad movie reviews of the movie that you just enjoyed?

What kind of fucking job is being a critic anyway? It's not like the person is an "objective reviewer". The job title is "critic"! So right there you're starting off on a bad foot. The job is to be negative. It's to judge. To find fault with.

A normal person reads a good book and gets involved in it, imagining the words come to life, mentally realizing the characters and the story, and when finished, cannot wait to share that book with the next person.

A critic reads a book and complains about exclamation marks and characterizations without ever letting oneself get swept away by the story and evocative imagery.

What a shitty life it must be to be a movie or food or music or book critic. Doesn't stop me from wanting to punch them in their stupid faces when I read a stupid negative review, though!

In other news, "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" was excellent.

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