I Love Armond White
Or hate him. Actually, yes, I hate him and I don’t even know him. My roommate referred me to a name today spelled as “Armond White,” having looked at the 2% of critics who said The Wrestler, one of the best movies of 2008, wasn’t worth a fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes. Thus, we were introduced to the silly, Willy Wonka world of Armond White, a critic for the New York Press who apparently hates all things good and loves some of the worst movies ever made (like Norbit).
I won’t go on in great detail about Armond White, as it’s clear that much of the blogosphere already knows about this elitist idiot and have shown their distaste for him (perhaps stemming from his long diatribe about how movie bloggers are ruining movie criticism). Still, I’m amazed this guy has a job… hell, I’m amazed he even watches movies.
Listen… everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but the job of a professional movie critic is not to hold grudges against directors and writers and bash perfectly good films, but to tell the public which movies are good and which ones are not. That’s why professional movie critics are paid by newspapers; newspapers want readers, and readers want to know which movies are halfway decent. If there is even one reader who doesn’t go and see films like There Will Be Blood,Â Atonement and The Wrestler and instead goes to see some of the not-so-good movies he tends to like, then that’s a travesty.
Having read a few of his reviews and articles, it is clear that he doesn’t have a sense of what a good movie is. Again, he’s entitled to his opinion, but read some of his reviews for perfectly good films – films that you like – and see what he has to say about them. He insults the actual intelligence of his readers (if there are any) and seems to be making up things as he goes along.
It’s also sad that a man can work as a professional movie critic and dislike so many of the movies he sees. To go through life having so much hatred for your work is just not a life I’d want to have.
And for that, for someone to be so ignorant to their own existence and so elitist to everyone else, I hate him having become aware of him only half an hour earlier.