Last month, I took my son to see the new Terminator movie. It was his first rated R movie in a theater and he really enjoyed it. Personally, not only was I entertained for two hours, but I also got a sense of closure—something that I did not get from the previous three Terminator movies. Therefore, I got my $20 worth and had a great experience with my son.
That night, I made the mistake of going on the Internet to see how well the movie was doing. Instead of information (silly me, but wasn’t the internet originally called the information superhighway?), I was inundated with a rash of shallow opinions and proclamations of what the actors, writers, directors, and producers should have done differently. Over $250 million (and countless man-hours) spent on a two-hour piece of entertainment that I can access for less than $20, and I can’t seem to avoid the indescribably angry critiques of those who feel that not only were their lofty expectations not met, but somehow Hollywood took a piece of the childhood away from them and scarred them for life.
As I’m writing this, the release of Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker is just two weeks away. Normally, I’d be enjoying all of the ‘buzz’ surrounding another new addition to my favorite movie franchise. Usually, my biggest concern is avoiding spoilers. But ever since the ‘angry mob’ responses to the creative decisions made in The Last Jedi, I’m feeling much greater concern — this beautiful well is being poisoned by the very people who have been over-consuming the water for decades.
Look, I understand that criticism has its benefits. Looking upon a piece of art or entertainment with a critical eye increases your engagement. And sharing your opinions can help others make better decisions on how they spend their hard- earned money.
But too often, I feel like critics are so deeply into their own subjective preferences that we all start to forget that most movies are made for audiences who wish to be entertained. ...