I don't get out to see a lot of movies these days. I was never that much of a cinephile, and having a toddler around makes it even harder to find the time needed to sit through a full-length feature. As such, movie reviews to me are usually more academic exercises than anything else. I like it when certain movies do well critically and/or financially and when some others don't, but usually it's no big deal one way or the other.

And sometimes it really really matters to me how a movie gets reviewed. I've said before that I'm a huge fan of the Pink Panther movies, so it does my heart a world of good to see that the pointless, mercenary abomination of a remake that's now fouling up our theaters is getting the reaming it deserves from the cognoscenti. I knew that Pete would hate it for me, and I appreciate his sacrifice, but even more than that, I appreciate that he's not alone. Movie critics of America (certain exceptions notwithstanding), from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

Moviewatching public of America, I'm looking at you next. Don't let me down.