Back Off Dargis

A reader writes:

She’s probably the most literate film critic out there. I don’t agree with her much of the time, but at least she is willing to see films as an art form, as a form of literature, and not as a disposable product.

Think about it. If you are a film critic, what the f*** are you supposed to write when reviewing dreck like "Happy Feet"? So a David Lynch movie comes along – pretentious, self-indulgent, natch – and she’s now able show off her years of film knowledge, her ideas and theories, while, perhaps, overwriting and extending metaphors here and there. So f***ing what. If you read her regularly, you’ll learn that she will tackle almost any movie in any genre and, for the most part, review ’em on their own terms. She appreciates both David Lynch and George Romero.

And talk about overwrought. You might be the most melodramatic queen east of the Mississippi. Look in the mirror. So go back to your sermonizing and hand wringing, but, from now on, back off Dargis, punk.