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I do not know you, A. Berger, but let me ask you this: Did we see the same movie or what?
My friends and family and I have been toying with the idea of never reading movie reviews again and ignoring critics altogether. And you, madam, have done it (“D-Day Diorama,” 7/24). No longer will we read the City Paper from front to back; we now must ignore the Film section. Instead of providing readers with a short, concise summary of a film, names among its credits, and its rating on maybe a 5-star scale, we get a long pseudointellectual thesis with no scholarship and just personal opinion. In the words of the great Howard Stern, Who cares?! It is as if you like to read your own words in print and therefore like to write more than is necessary. Maybe you talk a lot, too?
It’s fine that you don’t care for certain aspects of the movie, but to go off on a long tangent with statements like “Oliver Stone spends his career apologizing on our behalf for Vietnam and all it has wrought, only to have Spielberg swoop in, blissfully free from internal conflict, and bestow absolution upon America.” Were we watching the same film? If you feel that the audience will carry this away from the film, then you insult the intelligence of your readership. City Paper readers got it goin’ on upstairs.
But nothing is rarely ever good enough for a critic. The movie is a story and an account of some true horrors of battle rarely spoken of with regard to World War II. Make no mistake, it is not a rattling of sabers. It’s about the loss (personal and otherwise) that occurs when governments and people deem it necessary to take up arms. My grandfather who served in the war agrees. And as for your review, as one famous general stated in the Battle of the Bulge, “Nuts!”
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