It has spoilers, though.  Don’t read it if you intend to watch the film to its, wholly ridiculous, denouement.

I can use words like ‘denouement’ now that I’m a big-shot critic.  In fact, it’s practically a requirement.

I’ve begun writing a column over at Flickering Myth.

“What?” you ask, “a column?  What’s this, Hayes?  You think you’re some sort of hot-shot, Giles Coren-type character now?  Think you’re too good for the rest of us?”

The answer to these questions is, an emphatic, yes… yes I do. And, being honest, this isn’t a recent thing.  I’ve felt that way for some time.  As long as I can remember, really.

You come back with “So what’s it all about, then?”

Easy.  It’s basically just me, complaining and bellyaching about films.

“Oooh, so you’re a film critic now?” you ask.

Sort of.  The best thing is that I’m only going to be considering films I don’t like.  Given that I’m incredibly well disposed to disliking stuff and, given that I love to share my dislike with pretty much anyone, whether they’re interested or not, I’m quite looking forward to spreading my bile to a wider audience.

So then, it’s called I Sat Through That?

You can read the introduction here.

The first article, in which I bad-mouth Hostel, is here.

Go.  Look.