I am addicted to movies. I don’t just see them, I watch them, and I want to enjoy them. More often than not I ask more than what I usually get. And then I think. Could it have been better?
I am not a critic, not even an aspiring one. But I simply ask questions that (I think) a conscientious and passionate audience is entitled to ask. And even if I get labeled as a critic, I am cognizant of my beliefs. Anton Ego noted in Ratatouille –
“In many ways the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But, the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things… the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.”
I cannot agree more. My tenets for judging my likes and dislikes are simple: purity, integrity and most importantly, whether the people concerned (the directors, the actors, the costume designers, the art director, the photographer, the editor, and the thousands of hands and minds that go into the production) have been true to their work. I don’t judge the artiste, I judge the art. I am not an expert. I do not delve into technicality (because I can’t). But I make a point as a keen observer which may or may not catch the eyes of others, my fellow audience. Fine art cannot be measured – not even using tomatoes, whole or parts, rotten or fresh. It is subjective. And that will be my excuse, if I falter in my assessments.


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