To continue a bit of negativity from yesterday, I came across this great site that compiles one star Amazon reviews for classic movies, music and literature. It just goes to show that people can be real boneheads, especially when you ask the public at large for their opinion. This is one reason why I’m leery of Amazon reviews. Once there is a big enough sample (ie–lots of reviews for a single item), then I feel more comfortable accepting them. But where there’s just a handful? Who knows who the people are who gave those reviews. Some of them are no doubt logical, thinking human beings. Some of them, judging from their editing skills and grammar, might well be Yorkshire Terriers. Case in point: a review of The Princess Bride:
I have no idea what this is. This can’t be a movie because movies are supposed to be good. The story is assanine and unbelievable. The title makes no sense. What exactly is a princess bride who is named after a buttercup. I was made to watch this movie in school and it was torture. Thank you.
See what I mean? That’s 100% pure Terrier, right there.
Or how about a review of The Great Gatsby?
The way that FSF wrote made it very difficult for me to follow and understand what he was saying. Everything was almost written philosphoically. I had a hard time concentrating on the words written because I simply lost interest in what was being said. It wasn’t exciting enough to keep my attention.
Woof. Or rather, yip yip yap. I’ve got nothing against Yorkies, but I’m certainly not going to take their advice when it comes to my listening, reading or viewing habits. So I’m making up a new category of reviewer: Yorkshire Terrier. Yorkie for short. Anyone seen any Yorkie reviews lately?
And no, you can’t link to any of my reviews.
I am not a Yorkie.