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why we commit criticism: it’s not that i’m full of hate, it’s just that everything sucks

::thisismattfractiondotcom::: But tonight I read this, from an absolutely excellent interview with your friend and mine, and summer movie hero to children everywhere, Mr. Patton Oswalt, that sums it up better than I’ve ever been able to articulate:
“Certain friends of mine are big film buffs who love to write. They don’t hate movies. Everyone thinks, ‘You guys are movie snobs—you fucking love to hate movies.’ No, no, no. We’re actually disappointed all the time, because we love movies and want them to be better. We want them to all be great.”

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