As a voracious consumer of books, movies and music, I depend on critics, from Manohla Dargis of The New York Times to my friend Jen, to guide my cultural appetite. Life is short, and the choice of what to consume grows as I write this. Without relevant, informed, entertaining criticism, we will all be hopelessly lost in the Information Age. But the voice of a trusted, opinionated critic will always rise above the din and guide us into unexplored territory.
As a fledgling reviewer whose shaky voice steadies by the minute, I promise always to remember that there is an artist on the other end of every review, that snarky pans are easy to write, and that good reviews stretch far beyond mere plot summary. Furthermore, I will refrain from slamming pop culture for the sheer elitist joy of it — ahem, The New Yorker — or praising inane indie projects that befuddle me.
Like any critic, all I have to offer you, lonely but no less valued reader, is my opinion. And I promise to do so with honesty, humor and a truckload of personal baggage. Happy reading.
-Allison Loudermilk
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