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artistic critique, asshole, Charles Lewis III, CharlesandHisTypewriter, constructive criticism, criticism, everyone’s a critic, Half Baked, hypocrisy, In For a Penny, Kanye West, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, Notes on Camp, Runaway, San Francisco Theater Pub, SF Theater Pub, so bad it's good, Susan Sontag
In which I take a moment to toast every bad show that has burned itself onto my soul.
Charles Lewis III, celebrating the mistakes and the mistaken.
“Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off”
– Kanye West, “Runaway”
Recently I was watching a review wherein the critic commented on what a colleague had recently said to him, that something “good” can be measured by its lack of anything “bad”. The critic argued – and I’m inclined to agree – that “good” should be measured by “the presence of a defined positive, not the lack of a specific negative”. After all, how many times has each of us eaten a meal, taken a ride, or experienced a piece of art that was by no means bad, per se – there was nothing to make you swear…
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