A lot of you have been writing about movies since the beginning of time, blathering on about blasts from the past and filmmakers no twentysomething ever heard -- or wants to hear -- of. Stodgy magazines and old-school newspapers give you Methuselahs permanent homes, as though they were still cutting-edge instead of way behind the curve.

Oughtta be an age limit that kicks in when a reviewer hits 30 (see "Logan's Run").

Man, I could just barely read this. If someone were to reprint this article in The Onion, I wouldn't bat an eye.

ed: nvm, her byline suggests it is satire...