...for this post, which amounts to nothing more than an impotent rant.
Here in the UK, we are subjected - on the radio and TV, 6 nights a week - to various critics telling us what we should think about various art works, covering the entire spectrum of media. The programme is called - on Saturdays - 'Saturday Review'.
Well, I just wish that all these talking heads would make just one film; just write one book; just paint one picture; just make one drawing; just make one sculpture - just one measly artistic endeavour before trying to tell the rest of us what is fucking good and what is fucking bad.
Completing a one-year course in Art History or Film Studies is just not good enough. Having parents rich enough to be able to buy a £500,000 minor painting isn't good enough either. Personally knowing or liking Cameron bloody Macintosh is not good enough either.
Make an effort or shut the fuck up, is my advice to all you useless and waste-of-space critics.
(I expect to receive glowing reviews for this post)
Below is a clip - a long clip - featuring the art critic, Brian Sewell, who is so over the top that I actually enjoy listening to him. Yes, he is for real, in case you wondered...
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