I don’t like to have beef with other critics, but when a critic writes something, anything, whatever, that I find to be grossly inept, or offensive, or cruel, or just plain old dumb, I tend to get my hackles up. Such is the tale of my review of Roger Ross Williams’ Life, Animated, a documentary about Owen Suskind, an autistic man who would have lost his speech abilities as a child if not for Disney films; the House of Mouse and its classic library gave him a means through which to communicate with his parents, and the rest is history. What can I say? It moved me. Guess I’m not made of intellectual iron like some asshole reviewers are. Poor me. Anyways, just read my damn article on The Playlist.
A Constant Visual Feast 