Another Fabulous New Yorker Moment.
Anthony Lane is a riot, especially when he's bitchy. This week he takes aim at The Phantom of the Opera.
His review starts with this delightfully snarky paragraph:
What does it take to shake a movie fan? Whether we are critics or bug-eyed buffs, so many of our evenings are spent in the company of crimes and misdemeanors that we can hardly be blamed for developing the hide of a pachyderm. Just occasionally, something slips through—a thin shudder of monstrosity, enough to remind us of what it means to be afraid. And so it came about, this week, that I gazed at a black screen and saw words so calamitous that they might have been written in my own blood: “Screenplay by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Joel Schumacher.”
I know I'm not supposed to delight in snark. The Believer has taught me better, and I really hate being snarked. But at heart I remain a callow hypocrite.