on movie and literature critics

you know those people who are paid to write on the newspapers and magazines to write about this book and that movie? (insert name here, my english is failing me) i hate them with a passion. if i could, i'd grab a .12 shotgun and blow their brains up as if i was playing resident evil 3, with jill valentine running through raccoon city with a rifle on her hands headshotting mindless flesh-eating zombies.

by the way, there will be a new resident evil movie - as if the previous two were not enough.

but i digress. i was saying i hate those sons of a bitch. why? because they can't understant literature or movies. and yet they never shut the fuck up. for them, a movie or a book has to have a "message" - some shadowy meaning hiding between the lines or the frames. and if the movie or the book doesn't have any "message", any god damned hidden meaning, it's crap, should never be seen. but what about a book or a movie being nothing else but a story well told? without morals of any kind - only the characters interacting with each other, giving birth to a coherent tale? all right, i could name some movies with a "message" that are, by all means, excellent. but i could also name a couple of movies and books that i really liked to read or watch, even though they had no morals, no "message" - just the pleasure of a story well told.

and it's funny, because the same ones who demand every movie to have a "message" are the ones who couldn't understand matrix: revolutions or that considered crap like farenheit 9/11 or an unconvenient truth documental masterpieces. human beings are indeed weird creatures, aren't they?