I read on and on, like someone watching a traffic accident, horrified but unable to tear my eyes away. Apparently, my show has not one redeeming quality about it, save the actors. And they only manage to plug away at a horrible script that nobody in his right mind would want to produce. I've had a knot in my stomach all day. It's still there, despite my best efforts to cajole myself out of this.
Reviews are only worthy as one person's opinion.
People get paid to say what they think, and drawing blood is almost a sure way of being taken seriously. Hell, I'm as vicious as the next guy when it comes to reviewing movies. In a way, it's the idea that I missed so many glaring errors in my own work that bothers me. That everyone who told me that they liked the script had to be wrong, because they know me, and somehow that colored all their opinions. They were just being nice.