I’ll come back to this after some reflection, but for a quick end-of-the-week read, here is a piece of brilliantly pointed writing from Slate.com’s review of Meet the Spartans:
Isn’t it massive consumer fraud to charge $10.50 for a barely hour-long movie? Perhaps, but it would’ve been unforgivable to make Meet the Spartans any longer than an hour. This was the worst movie I’ve ever seen, so bad that I hesitate to label it a “movie” and thus reflect shame upon the entire medium of film. Friedberg and Seltzer do not practice the same craft as P.T. Anderson, David Cronenberg, Michael Bay, Kevin Costner, the Zucker Brothers, the Wayans Brothers, Uwe Boll, any dad who takes shaky home movies on a camping trip, or a bear who turns on a video camera by accident while trying to eat it. They are not filmmakers. They are evildoers, charlatans, symbols of Western civilization’s decline under the weight of too many pop culture references.
Feel free to weigh in with why you think this is (or is not) good (or funny) criticism. (I love the line about the bear.) I’ll come back to this theme later…
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Social Media is like a power suit: either get it tailored just for you, or look like everyone else who bought off the rack.
Those of you with glasses might know the name of those little oval pads that rest on each side of your nose. I’m too tired to look them up. But I needed one on Sunday, because one of those little pads tore completely free, rendering my glasses quite painful. I managed to get it back on long enough to make the drive to Wal-Mart, which was going to be my best bet on a Sunday afternoon.
She fixed my glasses, and refused to charge me for that. Did I mention that I didn’t get my glasses at that vision center? I might just get my next ones there, though…
Within those three people, you must come back with at least two political parties, two genders, two socio-economic levels, and two ethnicities. Which means that you either go in search of stereotypes, or you immediately dismiss people you might ask on the street because you’ve already “filled that slot.” Faux diversity. Most news directors will proclaim at this point that there is no such directive in the newsrooms. Most reporters I know are nodding their heads right now, and understand what would happen if they returned with three soundbites from people who looked alike.
