Trust yourself. Do you hear?
Like what you like. Dislike what you dislike. You don't go chucking 'trust' around like bird seed. Trust yourself. You'll fuck yourself up a few times but at least you won't be skriking about who to blame.
Listen, all a critic can give you is their reaction to something; a painting, a song, a play, a sculpture, a novel. They're not test driving a Prius or a Volvo. If only. That shit is well easy. Cars don't shine their headlights upon the nature of existence or offer windows onto some sort of understanding of what it is to be alive. Art does.
There is no 'bad' art or 'good' art. Seriously, dude. There isn't.
Buddahas loved the movie. The critic didn't. So, therefore Buddahas is 'wrong' and must be punished. How much sense does that make?
Now, don't ever talk to me again about trusting wankers.
Last edited by Anna Key; 28th October 2012 at 02:54.
"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
finally got around to see this. cant remember NOT caring about the outcome of a movie (a drama, no less lol) to such a degree. none of the stories are remotely engaging, which basically renders the entire thing directionless.
4/10 for the effort and good acting.