The new inclination is to write esoteric criticism. Post-Tarantino cinema has wrung the pop aesthetic dry, so the new gods of criticism have made totems of movies so unwatchable and so unappealing that they prohibit the basic pleasure and amazement of moviegoing.
Armond was my favorite member of the Film Comment's Critic's Roundup section.
He would reliably one-star mainstream garbage & was entirely true to his own standards regardless of what anyone else thought.
I rarely agree with him about movies, but he was good curmudgeonly fun and it was a dark day when they kicked him to the curb for a younger, less truculent model.
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