Critics ...

The arts, literature, food, music, TV, theatre. For every subjective human entertainment and diversion there are Critics. In fact of course we are all critics, exchanging views on something we have seen or read, but we don't get paid to criticise. I have never quite understood the role of the professional critic. Perhaps there's a certain amount of envy behind that, rather fancying the idea of getting paid to watch films or eat at fine restaurants.

Ultimately it is still one person's view. It is just incredible how much power some of them command. The Broadway critics can close a show; get a slating from a top gourmet reviewer and watch your customers drift away. Yet, and I return to this point, it is still only one person's opinion. How do we know their criticism is balanced and fair? Is there a hidden animosity towards a particular actor, or writer or restaurant owner?

As adults we are perfectly capable of making up our own minds. We know who we like to watch, or read, or see perform, or listen to. We should be quite capable of deciding for ourselves if a brand new venture is worth spending our time and money on, and yet we read the reviews and let someone else decide for us. Yes, my hand is in the air; I'm just as guilty.

Let's be honest, if there were no critics, the public would still decide for themselves. Word of mouth is a powerful product endorsement, and equally can kill off a dud. As business knows all too well, the customer is king; the Critics mere pretenders.

Q: How many critics does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: One finds oneself lamenting the loss of such a vibrant fixture. It was not without fault, but one could forgive it’s occasional dullness and lack of spark, because ultimately it illuminated us as people, shining light into our very being. Now it’s gone, and I find it’s replacement both brash and full of its own brilliance. One hopes that in time it will calm down and achieve the dignified presence of its predecessor. This reviewer for one remains unconvinced.