Much as I admire Doug Walker's ingenuity as an artist and a comedian, and did enjoy watching The Nostalgia Critic for a couple of years, I've realized now that I'm out of high school that it is kind of a waste of time. That's not to say I'm super busy or anything, it's just that I know there's more useful things to be looking at now. My best friend got me hooked on his videos two or three years ago and I loved that there was a guy ripping on a bunch of dumb little movies I watched as a child (Surf Ninjas, Warriors of Virtue, 3 Ninjas, The Pagemaster, etc). I liked the guy's energy, keen use of cultural references, and the genuine nostalgia that the movies he reviewed brought out. Though, like anything you watch religiously, you start to see the pros and cons of the material. The Nostalgia Critic is a lot like Family Guy and who knows how many other shows that start off really good but then kind of peter out the more popular it gets and greater the following it accumulates. The Critic himself began to project an Insufferable Genius image in my eyes, to an almost Tarantinian degree. I know it's been stated repeatedly that Walker and The Critic are two separate entities, but I don't really think see much difference. I've seen Walker's reviews when he's as himself, and it's really just The Critic except more relaxed (and just as prone to Suddenly Shouting) and with fewer visual aids or gimmicks. It's also the fact that I really just don't see movies the same way as he does, if that makes any sense. All of us critics come off as Smug Snakes after awhile, but it's never that fun when a guy seems to force his ego on you. When that started happening in as great a frequency as his astute commentaries I grew tired of it very fast. Again, this review isn't meant as a Take That towards Walker or his online personas. The man, his brother and his wide circle of friends are all doing more as internet personalities than I have done ever. They should be respected for their enthusiasm, editing and imagination. Still highly recommend The Nostalgia Critic's first fifty episodes or so. At the end of the day, there are better, less pretentious and more succinct critics out there. I guess watching a thirty-old man scream and get red in the face over movies primarily meant for sensitized children has just lost its luster for me.
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