A friend, who I adore dearly but whose e-mails I've come to dread, precisely because of circumstances such as this, directs me to the announcement that the suave and debonair (just look at those socks!) Eric Kohn will be assuming the position of lead film critic at indieWIRE. Well, congratulations and good luck to him, is pretty much all I have to say. Or would have had to say, had my friend not directed me to this particular passage in indieWIRE majordomo Eugene Hernandez's celebratory interview with Kohn:
As for Kohn's bromides about the caution with which critics must wade, yeah, yeah, snore pie with yawn sauce, whatever. They'd be a trifle more convincing were they to contain some specifics, but then again, wouldn't everything? Go with God, is all I can tell Kohn. But he should also know that coming out and proclaiming "I'm not a tool" before anyone's actually called him a tool is bad form. Comes off as defensive. Such bald statements always do, even when answering an epithet that has in fact been dropped; Eric's too young to remember Nixon saying "I am not a crook," but I certainly hope he's seen it on YouTube.
You know who ARE tools? Critics of Kohn's age who dismiss Greenberg because it's about an old white guy, and who nonetheless all have bought tickets to that Pavement reunion show in Central Park. Boy, I really kinda hope the band plays at its entropic worst, just to give the kids a taste of what it was "really like" "back in the day." As Johnny Rotten once put it, "Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?"
You know whose reunion hasn't sucked?