At the risk of spiraling this thing into tangent only hours into its inception:
In my last post I touched on how subjective the critic’s job is and how some reviews age, for the critic, more squirmingly than others… something Kenneth Turan just talked about yesterday on the L.A. Times blog, after being asked if he ever second-guessed his own opinion.
His cheeky opening salvo:
“I am not now nor have I ever been mistaken in my judgment about a film.”
He then goes on to talk about Amores Perros, Alejandro González Iñárritu’s attention-getting and near universally acclaimed debut feature, which Turan felt kinda “meh” about:
“To pretend either to like it or that I didn’t really have an opinion, to pretend in effect that I was someone else to save face and be one of the gang, was simply unacceptable. Criticism is a lonely job, and in the final analysis, either you’re a gang of one or you’re nothing at all.”
Indeed.
So come on already, Josh. This gang of one is tapping its foot impatiently, eager to hear what your gang of one has to say back.
(link via Hitsville)
This article appears in July 4 • 2008.
