A Word to the “Deep”

Please, for the love of Christ stop purging yourselves on things you think make your life that much more profound than others… I can have an epithany to Radiohead as well, I can jerk tears at Wes Anderson’s beautiful compositions… One thing I cannot do, however, is watch Juno and praise it as an all knowing true to life thump in the face… I fall apart when a film is made and thousands flock expecting to be put together again by all the king’s men… the king, in this case, the spiritually enlightened filmaker has not come to terms with the fact that he is creating cinema which is art… Unless art is felt first, it will not provoke any further emotions… Do not churn out a tragedy or a heart warmer the way one picks up a fully mutated cow sandwhich at Ronald’s Free for all Fat Palace… please spare us the John Williams symphony in shoe strings D and give me a double shot of Tru-foeacy…