I’m not going to say mean things about books or movies anymore. At least, I’m going to try not to. A lot of reviewers do. I have in the past. And I’m not critiquing anyone’s review style here. I like to read a scathing review that calls someone a war criminal as much as the next guy. It can be fun to read, and it can be fun to write, and if that’s your thing then by all means, keep it up. I’m just going to try not to do it myself.
I’m going to be honest about things, of course. If I don’t like a book or a movie, I’ll say so. I’ll probably even say why, if it comes up, or if I feel like it. And I certainly won’t ever imply that I like something when I don’t. Even though I occasionally write reviews, and even though I do a column on vintage horror movies for Innsmouth Free Press, I don’t really think of myself as a reviewer. I just like to talk about the things I read and watch. But I’m certainly not an expert. Not on much of anything, really. I’m a writer. Hopefully I’m decent at it. I try to be good at it. And I like to think that I like good things. But all I know is that I like the things I like. Sometimes I can tell you why. Other times I’m not so sure.
I definitely recommend the stuff I like to people who tend to like the same stuff as me. And if we agree, awesome. And if we don’t, that’s great too. It takes all kinds, and more than once I’ve had my opinion of something changed by someone who convinced me to look at it from a different angle.
I’m still going to talk about the things I read and watch, whether I liked it or not. I’m just going to try to be nice about it. Being nice seems like a pretty good policy, in general.