In (largely undeserved) fairness to Skid-Mark-ed Commode, it’s not just him – I wish to initiate a Kermodious cunting of ALL so-called “Critics”.
What is a critic anyway ? Is it even a fucking job ? Surgeon, Hod-Carrier, Van Driver, yes I will readily “take my hat off” to any real worker, but bitching, belittling and expounding your own vacuous opinion, No, that’s not the work of a man, it’s the work of a cunt.
Cunts who labour under the misapprehension that their opinion is of vastly more importance than anyone else’s ? Yes – in common with virtually every single Twatter or Fuckbook user….
Qualifications required for position of Film / TV / Food Critic ? Watch some films, watch some TV or eat some food… Mostly for free, as the poor cunt of a Writer / Director / Chef, whose efforts you are poo-poo-ing will be vainly hoping for a reasonable “review” from said criticunt.
Skill / Creativity / Originality required for position of Critic ? Not Applicable.
Parasites, to a cunt. The same credence could be given to a tick’s opinion of the sheep’s arse upon which it is munching. Overpaid, overly indulged, self-important, smug twats. If you possess no discernible talent of your own, no future possibility of ever creating something original, then become a Critic.
As of above mentioned CuntMode, that’s not even his real name – I imagine the cunt has chosen it because it is the mode he adopts when reviewing others’ offerings at the Box Office.
As a further extension of Cumhoad’s critical cuntability, he reminds me of similarly Oil-Slicked 50’s throwback, the spectacularly unfunny Mark Lamarr – Must be something in the name Mark…
Merry Cuntmas
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