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I think it was the Dana Carvey episode of “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee” where host Jerry Seinfeld offered us viewers another profound statement about those who’ve made it and those who criticize those who’ve made it.

I’m horribly paraphrasing (not even sure if I’ve got the correct episode), but Seinfeld says it’s pretty much pointless what anyone says once one has gotten to a certain level of success because it can’t be disputed. Yes, the fame may end at some point, or the talent may fluctuate or be exposed as hackneyed, but the famous person can’t be denied the credibility of making it to the status s/he has reached.

That has, specifically, got me wondering about my movie critiques. Should I do them?

In my defense, I don’t pick on people. I don’t ridicule from a place of jealousy or elitism. I discuss (with myself) what works and doesn’t in the movie business, in a director’s head, or somewhere during the production and/or outcome of a movie.

I was thinking of retiring from movie reviews (as I have with making films and stand-up comedy). But I’m not going to, because the art and lack of common sense in movies are fun to discuss.

I think staying here, with myself, writing for the two people who may or may not remember to read something on my site every few months, is not only due to inspiring films but the people who made them. (I mean, of course.)

A movie made for the artist behind said movie is the only kind of movie worthy of attention.

We’re just lucky to see it.

[Note: Seinfeld doesn’t believe in luck. Hmm.]
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