Oh. He’s one of THOSE people. Where if a movie isn’t some highly pretentious, artsy bullshit, it’s terrible. Just another hipster who hates fun, apparently. I’m not like some huge movie-goer or anything, but I literally only recognized one of his tops there, Sully. Clicked into a few others at random to read a bit,…

Of course you haven’t heard of them. You’ve never heard of your lovable neighborhood hipster’s favorite vinyl, either.

I stopped at “pre-instantly”

To pen an authentic and intellectual cinema review – the kind worthy of publication in America’s snootiest airport magazine – one must remember to include countless, such as it were, asides and clauses, seemingly without a purpose other than rendering one’s prose an inarticulate gruel of half thoughts, all while…

This sentence sounds like it was written by a man who wants us to be impressed because he knows a bunch of big words...

I have a vague notion but got lost in the mythopoetic stew of shitty writing.

I couldnt read anything in the post because I could not get by:

Judging by the publication, I think both are true.

Re: the headline “How High Was This Guy When He Saw Star Wars?”

Imagine watching one of those garbage, interminably long, and overwhelmingly stupid galactic counsel scenes from the prequels, and comparing it, in any way, to Shakespeare. “Wow, those aliens on floating pods saying vaguely important-sounding things is just like... Henry IV, of course!”

It’s baffling not just that somebody wrote this, but that somebody edited it, and still another person signed off on it for publication. Doesn’t say much about quality control at the New Yorker.

Either that’s some epic satire of an overwrought movie review or that guy just loves the smell of his own farts.

It made a lot more sense once I read this:

The director of “Rogue One,” Gareth Edwards, has stepped into a mythopoetic stew so half-baked and overcooked, a morass of pre-instantly overanalyzed implications of such shuddering impact to the series’ fundamentalists, that he lumbers through, seemingly stunned or constrained or cautious to the vanishing point of…

Bighead wasn’t available?

Well at least they weren’t vocal about wanting to shut down the very department they are heading so that’s something.

Has he appointed a single person that isn’t going to actively try to undermine the position they are appointed to?

Wasn’t this one of the departments he was going to abolish as a highly hypothetical future President, but stumbled all over the answer?

This is the same line of reasoning my mom gave me when I asked her why John Wayne Gacy entertained at my 14th birthday party.