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Susan Sontag's Promised Lands


So. Dude. Seriously. Why bother to review a film when you apparently aren't interested enough to discuss it?

Your bizarre notions of what makes a good director, while entertaining in the same way that people walk out of the restroom with a bit of toilet paper stuck to their shoe, does not make for good reading. In fact (and please don't take offense at this), every time I read something you write, I really want to throw half eaten cocktail shrimp at someone. Preferably you. And again, no offense intended.

So, two questions:

A.) How on earth did you ever wind up with a job reviewing movies?


B.) Can I have your job instead?