Arts The Loneliness of the Long-Winded Critic
There are few things more depressing, from a movie critic’s standpoint, than to spend countless hours (well, ok, 3 or 4) and hundreds of words trying to get an idea across, only to then see that another writer has nailed it in a single sentence.
Case in point: “The ethical duties of Superman leave me cold; I just want to watch him catch a falling car.” Damn you, Anthony Lane. I’m off to read Harry Knowles in an attempt to feel better.
Edit: “Not only is traditional medicine of little to no use… due to his secret identity — those he protects with his identity… can’t be there for him.” It’s working already.