You know what I hate?

People.

You know what kinds of people? Douche bags. Douche bags who think they're being soooo clever by taking a blatantly pedestrian observation and parading it like it's their own innovative opinions. For instance, take this little scenario from when I made a pit stop at 48 Hours earlier. The store was practically empty, aside from a few customers and the two noticeably bored clerks lounging by the counter. A young woman then came in to return a DVD, and one of the clerks engaged her in the following conversation.

Clerk 1 - Oh, Shutter Island? How did you like it?

Woman - Oh, it was really good. I had a great time.

Clerk 1 - Yeah, I knew how it was going to end five minutes in.

Woman - Really? How'd you figure that out?

Clerk 1 - Oh it was really simple, once I just started looking for all of the clues.

Clerk 2 - Yeah, like the scene at the beginning when they were on the boat. The marshall asked his partner for the cigarettes, without realizing he had them all along.

Woman - Oh. Well I still really liked it, and thought the twist was good.

Clerk 1 - You know what, you should stop by next week, when we get She's out of My League and Remember Me. Both much better.

Typical douche bag propaganda. Unmercifully spewing out asinine bullcrap, no matter how uncomfortable they're making the person at the other end of the conversation, or how self-indulgent they come across. So Avatar was just Dances With Wolves in space, huh? You liked District 9 better when it was called Alien Nation, did you? Oh, you figured out the twist of Shutter Island 2/3 through the film, huh? Guess what, so did everybody else. What do you want, a cookie? You see, that's the problem with most people now-a-days. Everyone is so quick to attack a film based on its level of originality, when nobody seems to realize that originality has been dead for a very long time now. In most cases, originality means nothing to the project as a whole anyway. It's about the technique and the artistry. What, you think Leonardo Da Vinci was the first man to ever paint a picture of a half-smiling woman before? Hell no, he just did it BETTER than everyone else.

You know, I'm starting to think that nobody will be satisfied unless every film they watch or book they read or album they buy is the second coming of Christ. Oh well. Enjoy your aneurysms, douche bags. The tools and I will be busy enjoying our trite and predictable Shutter Island while you're off searching for this generation's Citizen Kane. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.