I very much agree on hating those, but I have to admit both are examples of good filmmaking. That might sound schizophrenic at first, but my loathing is on a personal level, not on a level of mastery of the art of filmmaking. That’s kind of the point I wanted to make in a different form. To come back to the original question: RoS seems, as far as the critics are concerned, to be lacking in the department of “technical” storytelling. Pace, character development, use and misuse of “technical” means of filmmaking (a certain Mr. McGuffin seems to have appearances which seems exceptionally bad) etc.
That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the film, as well as “technical” brilliance means I can’t loathe others.
That’s a very good point, but the problem is I can’t trust the aesthetic and you are SO going to like it judgment of VERY few people, it turned out. Even my oldest and well-versed friends developed some likings and dislikings I can’t fathom. I learned that the hard way. I seriously like to be challenged by films, but I started The Buttery Effect some years ago when some of my friends were full of praise.
It turned my stomach. Everything about it was just wrong. I couldn’t finish it. And this is just one example. A very dear friend likes some specific genre films, horror and splatter included; we just disagree on that and don’t even agree to disagree because there are some notable exceptions which are seriously entertaining and seriously good films (Jackson’s Braindead was a revelation for me). And, it works reciprocally. I recommended The Wages of Fear to some friends, and they hated it.
So, I do read the reviews. I do trust some people to some extent, but I learned to be prepared to be surprised.
Last, not least, I fiendishly enjoy a seething criticism full of details why something is terrible because I hone my own judgement on that. If I watch a movie afterwards and can agree with the criticism, I admit to feel a bit smug, or even something like being cultured. If I can’t agree, I enjoy bickering with my friends about why it was good anyway, and also admit sometimes feeling smug about it.
I even caught myself mansplaining why a film would be artistically good to a friend.
Oh shit, am I mansplaining to you and Ken why everyone should read critics even from people they haven’t been following closely?
Well, for me, it works. Ken and you and everyone else, well, you do what works for you. I keep reading some reviews written by people who could be called Bob and be your conservative uncle. (Not the racist one, though. That one, I skip. Hopefully everyone does.)