Janet Maslin, I Love You

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There's no getting around it: You simply must read Janet Maslin's hilarious review of Michael Bamberger's new biography of M. Night Shyamalan. It's terribly cruel but also just what you want out of arts criticism: a sense that the critic has earned the right to pan the subject, and had a whopping good time doing it. I don't want to read the book, I just want to read the review over and over again.

Behold:

"The Man Who Heard Voices" isn't really the filmmaker's fault. His only serious misstep was allowing it to happen. It was Mr. Bamberger who met the auteur at a dinner party ("Night's shirt was half open--Tom Jones in his prime"), became awestruck ("What kind of power could he have over me?") and started taking deeply embarrassing notes.

Tom Jones in his prime!!!!