Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2024 23:57:41 GMT
I'm sure at least a few of you are aware that I used to love playing the edgy hipster by saying that Love and Monsters was this hidden gem, unsung masterpiece. I'd like to inform you that as the years have crawled by and I've gained a more wholesome view of the world in general, I consider this episode to be gross, witless and insulting. There is the Ian Levine angle which I'm sure most of you are aware of, but even disregarding that, it unfurls itself as one of RTD's most vapid rites of self-worship.
It actually offends me to my very core and I am perplexed at how I once considered this episode some kind of genius commentary; though to be fair like I said, I was playing up the contrarian angle in part to seem a more enigmatic character, though I'm sure I only came across as the tired, uninspired teenage stoner that I was, thinking he's a philosophical genius because he's read a few slim volumes of Kant and Nietzsche. Putting my former contrived adulation for this episode behind me will hopefully help set my mind in order and clear the path ahead in terms of creative liberty and action. I genuinely believe that I was subconsciously bogged down in my artistic pursuits by these pathetic hipster sensibilities, totally artificial in whatever depth I derived of them and of course entirely lacking in any purpose or fullness beyond the frameworks manufactured within them, plumbed only into themselves and each other and not the world.
God, what an incompetent, bumbling, imbecilic, derogatory piece of television. I really hope Elton got killed by the Christmas webstar. I hated, hated, hated, hated this episode.
It actually offends me to my very core and I am perplexed at how I once considered this episode some kind of genius commentary; though to be fair like I said, I was playing up the contrarian angle in part to seem a more enigmatic character, though I'm sure I only came across as the tired, uninspired teenage stoner that I was, thinking he's a philosophical genius because he's read a few slim volumes of Kant and Nietzsche. Putting my former contrived adulation for this episode behind me will hopefully help set my mind in order and clear the path ahead in terms of creative liberty and action. I genuinely believe that I was subconsciously bogged down in my artistic pursuits by these pathetic hipster sensibilities, totally artificial in whatever depth I derived of them and of course entirely lacking in any purpose or fullness beyond the frameworks manufactured within them, plumbed only into themselves and each other and not the world.
God, what an incompetent, bumbling, imbecilic, derogatory piece of television. I really hope Elton got killed by the Christmas webstar. I hated, hated, hated, hated this episode.
