“And those films that aren’t aiming for an opening-weekend monster kill seem to swell solely within a realm of discourse dominated by film bloggers and Twitter twitchers, these configurations of loyalists and lost-causers adopting a film that they fell for at some festival and cradling it like a football as they chug downfield in a deserted stadium, Margaret, Bellflower, Martha Marcy May Marlene, The future Show, Take Shelter – these are quality titles (so I assume, I haven’t seen most of them, I shall Netflix them in the fullness of time) that become objects of obsession for a few but float into limbo for those not on screening or ‘screener’ lists.” (“Prime Time’s Graduation,” by James Wolcott,“Vanity Fair,” May, 2012)
In the fullness of time, read over and over again and with the help of commas, ellipsis and parentheticals, one can make sense of his statement. But the feat is gymnastic and leaves the reader breathless. Will the mind boggle before crumpling in upon itself? Clever, clever critic. You’ve provided a bit of drama and tension. You’ve dazzled us with your verbal dexterity. But if the purpose is to communicate, I have only one question: Were all these words necessary?
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