Better Late Than Never ...

... but never better late: Slate of the Washington War Crimes Post discovers that Spielberg is a pathetic hack, while noting that even the Academy®©™ has snubbed him.

P.S. to the author ("Bill Wyman is the former arts editor of NPR and Salon." There's an admission of middle-of-the-road horseshit.): Try calling yourself William Wyman, to eliminate confusion. Never again type the non-word "sameyness:"

This big-picture repetitiveness is paralleled by Spielberg’s little touches, which are presented with a similar sameyness.

And then just go fuck yourself & your mother, 'cause you're as big & lame a hack as Spielberg. (But a fuck of a lot poorer.)

P.P.S. (for fun): Spot the errors in this paragraph:

1941 was an attempt to pull off an It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World-style comic panoply, complete with some elaborate fight and dance scenes, all set against a panorama of life in Los Angles when paranoia about a potential Japanese attack supposedly gripped the city. Watching it today is like watching a comedian flop on stage. There’s a lot of energy, and increasingly desperate moves, but no one laughs.

Fucking idiot.