Film critic J. Hoberman got axed from the Village Voice today, and old-school cineastes are rending their garments in grief and crying “Oh the humanity!”
Personally, I hate J. Hoberman and the film criticism he rode in on, and I only wish he’d tripped and broken his neck on the way out the door.
Oh, all right, if that’s too harsh, let’s say I wish he’d broken his arm. His writing arm.
January 5th, 2012 | Comments (30)