'...pardon my French Rooney...'

Rating: Null/10 (30 September 2004)

I am yet again left bewildered by Christopher Mulrooney's comments. He makes a habit of spewing specious gibberish in all directions like a malfunctioning sprinkler head. 'Not much happens in this film' is a statement of extreme crassness presented by someone possessing all the depth perception of a rheumy Cyclops; perhaps the subtlety and elegance of Lost in Translation is beyond Mulrooney's comprehension? Perhaps his mind is impervious to nuance? Of course Mulrooney is entitled to his opinion, but is his ludicrous and masturbatory writing style really necessary? Who is he writing for? This from a 'review' of Adam Sandler's 'Big Daddy':
'The ending ablates the artistic and technical consequences of the setup, in order to subsist as a formal equivalent of the high-powered jokes that constitute the satirical basis overlaid on Chaplin's armature.'
Got that? I'll reiterate, for those whose minds are fizzing with static as a result of reading the above excerpt that this is from Mr. Mulrooney's 'review' of Adam Sandler's 1999 epic: 'Big Daddy'. The mind boggles. Evidently we are to assume the author is a man of great intellect, as demonstrated by his rampant verbosity. I suspect, however, that most people will see his writing as unintelligible gibberish; hogwash of the highest order. Mr. Mulrooney, I would ask that you cease and desist from writing any more 'reviews', and immediately check yourself in to the nearest brain clinic, stating slowly and clearly to the nurse on duty behind the check-in desk that you are suffering from a particularly virulent and potentially terminal case of verbal diarrhea.
Â…the film, by the way, is excellent.