Duncan Shepherd is the finest movie critic working in America for several reasons. First, he is the only critic I ever see mention the quality of the picture. Given how blatantly many critics rehash the plot to make word count, one would think the picture quality would be an obvious topic to mention. One realizes quickly that most American movie critics cannot see any difference between movies. Second, Shepherd has no problem rating the crappy 90% as crap. Dearest to my heart, Duncan actually knows how to write:

In that regard, the dominant theme of the current summer went by the name of The Slump: nineteen consecutive weeks (or longer than just this summer) when box-office receipts fell below those of the comparable weeks in the year past. The curse was finally broken by Wedding Crashers (I believe that was the one), yet the mood didn't lighten. My own response to The Slump, whenever I'd be reminded of it, is that it is of no matter whatsoever to the viewer of a movie, be he laid-back layman or note-scribbling critic. If it must be a subject at all, it is a subject for the business pages of the daily paper, cheek by jowl with car sales and hotel occupancy rates. To be watching a movie and wondering things like how much it cost to finance, whether it can possibly make back its investment, why it failed to get over the hump of The Slump, is tantamount to reading a novel (if you can imagine doing so) and wondering how long it took the author to write it, what his percentage would work out to in an hourly wage, why it failed to climb higher on the best-seller chart. Neither, respectively, has anything at all to do with the viewing or reading experience.

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