“Are we being a nuisance?” asked the legends-in-their-own-lunchtime over at Orbit Trap.
Seeing as I’m a fully-paid up member of the Trolls & Hecklers Society [snort] and banned from OT because common sense apparently hurts their delicate feelings, I can’t respond there so I’ll do it here.
No boyos, you’re not ‘being a nusiance’. You’re being a source of considerable amusement for those of us who haven’t seen such obsessively persistent and petulant behaviour since we last saw a two year old in the throes of a temper tantrum. Keep it up, lads: this continual harping on and on and bloody on about a commercial venture you happen to dislike is hilarious.
Not so hilarious is the way you obviously consider yourselves qualified to pass any form of criticism on other people’s work beyond a simple statement of “I like it” or “I don’t like it”. That’s more sad than anything else but hey! this is the internet, we’re all experts here, we can all be an art critic. As Brian Sewell said some years ago: “Art criticism everywhere is now at a low ebb, intellectually corrupt, swamped in meaningless jargon, distorted by political correctitudes, anxiously addressed only to other critics and their ilk.” And that was in reference to the people who are supposed to know what they’re talking about, the people who actually get listened to and paid for this, never mind the armchair experts. Ho, hum.
They afterwards took me to a dancing saloon where I saw the only rational method of art criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was printed a notice, ‘Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best. – Oscar Wilde