Roger Albert is A cock. Dead, still a dick. As early as 1989, he reviewed, among other things, Dead Poets Society. He gave Two stars——But it’s not the worst. The worst is: “The father is a stern and indomitable overseer, and the son committed suicide because he lacked the will to resist him.” Suicide? When I was a kid, when I read about it, I was very excited about the screening at school the next day, and I promised myself that suicide would happen at the beginning of the movie. Incorrect. His son Neil committed suicide towards the end. So I spent most of my time knowing that it will—wait for it—to happen. I never forgave Ebert for the unforgivable things we are talking about now, spoiler.
Like everyone, I hate spoilers. They are a special kind of soul crush. You tried your best to avoid them, but ended up being the victim of a sloppy tweet, a loaded headline, and an overzealous Wikipedia editor. Or, sometimes, an evil prank. On the day when Harry Potter’s last book was published-July 21, 2007-someone dialed my cell phone at 3 in the morning. No matter what the reason, I answered. Breathing heavily, and then two distorted words in disgusting voices: “Hermione is dead.” Click.Psychologists call it Formative trauma. Until today, I don’t know who it is.
Of course Hermione would not die. She was very alive and continued to kiss Ron until some unwritten, presumably further death separated them. But how would I know?I read all Deathly Hallows I’m sure this—no, this–Wait, it’s here–it must be now! ——This will be the part where Hermione will finally kill it. This is the tormented pain. Spoilers are like shadows in the story, obscuring the light of possibility, and like Thanos, they continue to announce their terrible inevitability.
There is only one tool to fight against this darkness, you know very well: Spoiler warning! This sentence can be traced back to the 1980s, when early computer geeks went online and realized that some of their newly discovered peers had watched more “Star Trek” and read more comics than they had. To protect themselves from unnecessary knowledge—just as Thanos may be inevitable—they asked for formal warnings for spoilers.Nearly half a century later, this practice has become so common in almost all writing about movies, books, and television that coding refer to possible The main plot is to push the social network into an attack mode. In other words, we all live in the shadow of the anxiety of some teenage nerds.
Okay, now I think I hate spoiler alerts.
The obvious question raised by the spoiler alert is: What’s so scary about knowing what will happen? About knowing how it ends? No one is afraid to start. In fact, this is not the case. For different reasons, people began to feel scared. Think about artists, they are never sure how to start and they are bound to become great works. The introduction of a song, the opening shot of a movie, the leadership of a reporter-when they try to choose one path or another, you can almost see the blood drops on their temples.Fantasy writer Patrick Rothfuss made about 40 drafts of the first page of his book Name of the wind. Janet Malcolm did the same thing when describing the artist David Saler.In the end, this is all she has Publish exist New Yorker: “Forty-one false beginnings.” We are a society obsessed with origin stories and beginnings.