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| Saving Mr. Banks event at Walt Disney Studios (Photo credit: insidethemagic) |
(Saving Mr. Banks Review By Neamo)
Looking back over my recent articles, namely the only articles I have in fact written, I would feel remiss if I didn't try to impress upon you that I'm not the pedantic asshole I'm portraying myself as. I do in fact garner an enormous amount of enjoyment from movies, television and the entertainment industry at large, and while the soul of an angst riddled pessimist lurks deep in the hollow edifice of my chest, there are things I actually do enjoy. I'll be the first to admit I'm overtly critical of flaws, and part of the enjoyment in of a film for me is the ability to find fault, which is easy as perfection is rare to non existent and movies are numerous. I enjoy critiquing good movies and in a similar although far more venomous facet, ripping meaty chunks from things I detest. It's a nice way to while away my evening hours, and if nothing else it provides me with an outlet for the building toxins and bile that would otherwise take a team of trained Swiss physicians years to drain from my various bloated orifices. I'll be the first to admit, it's easier to criticize than glorify and in many ways it's more fun to write, which is handy as perpetual fawning is the mark of a fanboy, and no one likes a fanboy. In light of that, I thought I would review something I enjoyed to change pace, and perhaps so that I can sleep easier tonight knowing that I'm picky, not pretentious.
