Plays, books, movies and productions. Critics pop up a dime a dozen for any one of these events. Somewhat like rats, but rats at least have the decency to look embarrassed when they are caught out. Granted, there are some individuals who can be counted on to give a good impartial review, but the majority of them simply find pleasure in picking at faults, real or perceived, while feeding their ego with illusions of superiority. It is a funny thing, but the best articulation of my thoughts on this matter comes from a cartoon. An animation to be more precise. Anton Ego, a critic from Ratatouille, says:

In many ways the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.

We need reviews to give us an idea of what we may want to experience. But we don’t need ego trips. Funny that it took a cartoon character to say it right.