On paper, movie critics love movies. Pretty simple.
But not every critic appears cut out for the gig. You know the type … the ones who can’t give more than two stars to a popcorn movie, or call any film starring a “Saturday Night Live” comic an overlong “SNL” skit.
I’ve read too many critics who have nothing but disdain for modern movies yet love Hollywood’s Golden Age. That’s fine, but it makes you a less reliable barometer for those plunking down greenbacks on today’s movies.
Caught “The Last House on the Left” last night and I saw a Cranky Critic type in action.
He stormed out of the theater as if the movie had insulted his mother for 90-plus minutes. (I’ll post my review Friday).
He clearly wasn’t having fun – the opposite of nearly everyone in the theater, I’m guessing. Some movies aren’t for anyone, but critics should be able to enjoy a brutal horror movie as well as an intellectual Merchant/Ivory epic – so long as each delivers on its promise.