Movie Night
Last weekend we watched three movies, making only a tiny dent in the heap of them on our DVR. One was quite good, one was simply unambitious, and one was dreadful.
Being a writer can make it harder to enjoy movies, because so many movies are weak in story and writers become sensitized to that kind of problem. This one was really bad, not just failing to meet a writer’s elevated standards. Bad. (And it’s doubtless someone’s favorite movie, so it shall remain anonymous. No need to start a fight.)
Bad movies are baffling; was there no one on set who realized what a craptastic troglodyte they were making? When you’re working with a partner, you’re supposed to have someone there to tell you when the writing sucks. It’s probably a good idea to employ a bit more tact, but it really is important to be honest. It’s equally important to be receptive to your partner’s honest criticisms.
Unless you would rather not know about the craptastic troglodyte.
I totally applaud your restraint in naming the Craptastic Troglodyte. I try to remember no matter how cringeworthy a piece of creative work is, at some point, this was some creative person’s golden child and to remember that we don’t get better at a thing without a whole lot of suck, first.
Except, also, I can totally relate.
Also, now I want to write something with the title “Craptastic Troglodyte.”