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- Feb 3, 2013
Cole must be padding his resume just like a certain autistic relative 
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"Batman said something about balding being better than actually being bald since the person has something to work with"
Not really, I personally find chrome domes more aesthetically pleasing than bald patches (not to mention that toupees and comb-overs are awful).
If Cole's LinkedIn is any evidence, he would probably have way more success as a cameraman working for T.V. like one of the big news corps. in NYC, rather than trying to be a 50 year old hipster that writes "edgy" reviews.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.....
By that, I mean most of Chris' relatives are idiots.
There are two things that irritate me about Cole's reviews. A good critic doesn't just summarize the plot and tell you if he liked it. A good critic contextualizes the film, and teaches the reader something about filmmaking or film viewing. Cole has an extremely limited idea about what makes a movie good. Of course, Fellini, Scorsese, and Ingmar Bergman are great directors, but film can be good in many different ways. How good is the story? How good is the acting? How fun is the movie? How pretty are the shots? Does the film make a meaningful or relatable concept? Did I feel how the movie wanted me to feel?
Film is subjective, but I feel like all his reviews can be boiled down to:
A. "I like -insert dead/obscure filmmaker, cinematic classic, or slowly-paced film- because of the realistic mise-en-scène and highbrow pretentious artistic concerns."
B. "I don't like -insert summer blockbuster- because 3D and simpler conceptual concerns."
An interview I found with Cole talking about his career, and what lead him to become a film critic. Once again he's so smug, and pretentious as always.
http://cheunderground.com/blog/?p=10309
My parents played a lot of records when I was a tot. I remember jumping around to Sam Cook’s greatest hits and Harry Belafonte records. My dad was a professional magician in Richmond, Va., where we lived. He was friends with a bunch of musicians around town. I always begged for a drum kit, and although my parents promised to buy one for me, they never did. They did however set me up with drum lessons when I was 12 with a drummer named Bob Antonelli — he played for a band called “The Good Humor Band.” I spent a lot of time playing on a practice pad with my Franz metronome ticking away.
My dad was also friends with actors such as Celeste Holm and Ethel Merman. So I got to meet those great ladies when I was a kid. My dad was a movie fan, and took me to the movies a lot. He took me to see my first R-rated movie “Fists of Fury” when I was eight. He also took me to see “The Exorcist” a couple of years later when I was 10. Those aren’t exactly the kinds of movies most little kids can handle, but I’d been prepped for what to expect. As a boy, I had a lot of respect for the power of cinema as something very complex and sophisticated. I always aspired to really understand movies.
Because Cole hasn't drawn one of , if not, the greatest webcomics known to mankind. When he does that then I'll go drinking with him.People are willing to pay $200 for his retarded half brother's doodles and yet nobody wants to hang with Cole and buy him beer.
I love it.