Random: The Fine Art of Reviewing

I don't necessarily believe, as the creators of Ratatouille have Anton Ego declaim, that critics "thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read." If I haven't seen critics eagerly and snappily hail the good as often as they eagerly and trenchantly slam the bad, it's because Sturgeon's Law is true. But I love a good zinger, whatever the context, so this morning I chuckled heartily to read of a little known animated comedy that

The narrative lumbers along drunkenly, getting distracted by shiny things and occasionally forgetting where it's suppposed to be going. It's so much fun that we don't much care either.

(And then it meets up with another drunken comedy and they start singing "Show Me the Way to Go Home," but they've forgotten half the words and end up repeating that phrase over and over, slightly out of synch with each other because each one tries to hum a bit more of the tune while making gargly mumbling noises to hide their ignorance of the text ... )

Why, yes, it has already been a long morning. Why do you ask?