As the sadistic old editor who sent you to Bullshot Crummond, Paul, I must disagree with this:
...the thing is, it was amateur theater. As soon as I walked into the theater, I realized what had happened: I was a critic who was about to review a play that probably shouldn't be reviewed....it was, quite simply, not a professional production and it should have been left for more informal reviews like word of mouth. And I felt bad about having to review it. Hence: Regret.
It is among the critic's unpleasant duties to protect the public against crap—in restaurants, theaters, movies, the works. If people don't know something's crap, they might unwittingly spend their money on it and really regret it. It's up to us to help them understand what they're getting into.
The Stranger: We sit through it so you don't have to. (And, occasionally, flee at intermission ourselves.)
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