“The intro with the story of how Vincent was “Ripley-ed” was insufferable. And it took forever. The constant noisy interference of his adoring female cohosts was pathetic. When he says “the lights go down” and you hear a moan slash gasp from one of them, you’d think it were the Twilight Zone. And then the interminable “like” “basically” etc. These are writers? This is culture? I’ve been reading the New Yorker for decades. I think I’ll go back to books and films without the dubious benefit of these “critics’” perspective.”
nucuplmnjuyh via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
05/09/24