For as long as there have been movies, there have been movie critics. I’m sure 100 years ago there was some proto-Ebert giving a thumbs up to A Fool There Was
and a thumbs down to The Cheat
, angering fans of both in equal measure.
Art, especially when offered for sale, begets criticism. Such is the nature of the world. As much as I eschew, and actively dislike, traditional movie reviews, I can see their place.
But what you can’t do, as a creator, is attack your critics. Trust me, you want to, but you can’t.
It’s especially bad when your spouse does it. Which is exactly what happened between a fellow reviewer and the spouse of the writer of, I’m not kidding, Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2.
Let the fireworks begin. This will be amusing.