The world of art is a strange one: some folks get paid to be haters. Let me rephrase that: some folks, who never held a brush or took it upon themselves to write a book or shoot a movie, get paid to be haters.
In any given field, you are required to walk the walk, so to speak, in order to be considered an expert.
Imagine some guy being considered an expert in quantum mechanics for reading Q&A’s on Quora. And a couple Wikipedia articles.
That being said, critics aren’t always right.
Because they belong to a group of people who like to take themselves way too seriously.
I watch a lot of movies. I read books. Listen to music. I even collect paintings and drawings. And I do all this with the sole purpose of entertaining myself. To amuse myself a bit. To escape reality. Sometimes art is just about that: makes you forget about yourself for a while, makes you see a bigger picture; so you don’t take yourself too seriously and end up shooting yourself in the head one fine morning.
That’s why critics fail at the most crucial aspect of art. Especially commercial art.
Take King Arthur, for instance. Classic Guy Ritchie. Fun, fast paced, enjoyable. A certain kind of cinematography. Witty dialogue. Bizarre characters.
And it delivers.
And it is a fun movie. Well worth watching because it’s entertaining.
Now, about the Mummy. A horror movie that is a lot less scary than it was supposed to be, I am sure. First hour, it’s fine. But then even Russell Crowe starts playing badly(and I’ve never seen him do that) and the whole thing becomes ridiculous.
Wanna know why that movie failed?
It wasn’t sure of itself, of what it was supposed to be doing and what its true message was.
What form of entertainment it was offering the audience.
That was all.
But critics always take themselves too seriously and try to demolish a movie for not being what they would have wanted it to be.
It’s like disowning your own child for becoming a writer instead of a doctor, as you’ve always wanted him to be.