Here’s a scene that’s more than familiar to me by now:A snickering buffoon, waiting in line to get his tickets for a movie (for the sake of argument let’s say the movie in question here is…the recent box-office-hit ‘300’), startsranting his vacuous and thoughtless opinions to his social circle, in a voice a bit higher than normal speaking volume, a volume
made higher than normal by thespeaker, to ensure that the surrounding parties hear more than enough of his ever-knowledgeable opinion.The ranting always begins with an idiotic comment:“300 is a work of Art – it should be nominated for an Oscar”Followed by, some sort of insane rationalization:“I can’t believe this movie isn’t getting nominated for any awards! It’s those critics fault,you know? They give bad reviews and the movie suddenly “isn’t good”…that’s crap!”And the whole discourse on “real movie quality” is finally finished off by an incredulousstatement:“Who do these people think they are?”The ignoramus then lifts his upper lip, forming an arrogant smirk. And he’s done.If you noticed, I turned what would have been a normal movie-goer’s annoyingconversation with his peers into a clichéd dialogue, off the mouth of some boringcharacter in some mediocre high school produced play (at least that’s what I remember high school plays were like – the ones written by high school students) – but only tomake my point as clear as possible:
that the people that critique the film critics come off as arrogant as the critics themselves.
And more importantly – that these movie critic critics are close-minded.
The whole audience vs. the critics thing seems like a ridiculous white glove fight at times – it starts with a haughty critic, who heavily bashes “Bring it On 3” (or some other B-Movie…or maybe even a horrible A-movie) followed by the response from a typicalmovie audience, for example, a barrage of teenage girls – whose favorite movie is “Awalk to remember” - and who, after reading the unfavorable review in their SeventeenMagazine, shriek violently (followed by some suburban parent shouting: “Honey, youok?”) and then flood their Hello Kitty diaries, writing down how “unfair” people are with“non-art-house movies” and how “unappreciative these critics are with super-amazingmovies”. Yech.Once again, I have made a point via an improbable situation (did any Film Critic even see“Bring it on 3”?), and sent my message through a more improbable group of film critic