But, in that, I was Wrong. Roger is my favorite critic for many reasons, but chief among them is that he tends to like/dislike the same films that I do, and for similar reasons; consequently, the first and last few lines of his reviews are a pretty good indicator of whether I'll enjoy the movie (I like to leave the rest of his review until after I've seen the film - that way I can savor its flavor without adulterating my own filmgoing experience).
But, as much as Roger's views and mine overlap, the fact is, Roger is not me. He, unlike me, is substantially affected by the morality he perceives to be expressed by a film. It's not his choice - it's just part of his experience when he watches a movie. And when he writes a review, he's sharing his experience with us (albeit in entertaining prose and enriched by his vast knowledge of cinema).
A truly "objective" review would be little more than a synopsis, because movies are as much art as paintings or songs, and while some artists may apply more skill or experience or attention in creating their art, all art is necessarily a subjective experience for its audience. The very best Roger can do is communicate his own experience of the film to us, and thereby be a helpful guide to a necessarily limited subset of moviegoers who tend to have similar responses to films. Moviegoers outside of that subset
But I am part of Roger's audience, and he serves me splendidly, and for this I adore him. I've come to know when I'll disagree with his views, and mostly I agree with them, so he's the best movie compass I have. He steers me away from folly and towards unexpected delights. And then, as a bonus afterwards, I get to smile while reading his musings.
Keep on writing Wrong Reviews now and then, Roger. And I'll keep on loving you.
1 comment:
The Village Voice reviews of mainstream features are pretentious, sarcastic, and almost always scathing. Highly recommended. Take with cream and sugar.
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