Tonight, at a whiskey tasting, I had a passionate conversation with a good friend ("S") about the Ten Films. We were pretty tipsy, but this took place before the serious incoherence, cab rides home, and the late night hunger for ice cream and bagels had arrived.
He, S, really liked Film #5. On the other hand, someone else very close to me ("M") found it too obvious, too predictable and (here's the kicker) "too much like a novel."
This same critic, M, vastly preferred Film #10. Which S found to be below my normal "cleverness."
What does this teach me? That people I love and respect have wildly different opinions.
And that ultimately I should please myself.
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