This is why we shouldn't have nice things.

Sometimes, people make great movies. This is extremely unfortunate.

See, when this happens, everybody wants the unique experience exactly the same way, and imitation is the insincerest form of laziness. Once Psycho was made, films could now have shocker endings, but not suspense or characters. Silence of the Lambs meant genius killers, not detailed research and consequences from action. Pulp Fiction meant dialog heavy films from people who really couldn’t write dialog. Star Wars meant only films that cost hundreds of millions of dollars and so on.

This could be a list of Ten Great Films That Ruined Cinema Forever, but I hate lists. I don’t so much hate lists as hate success that lists might bring. I want to be loved for my unloveability.