“I go for the Manny Farber–which makes me a poseur too–in that I figure nobody cares whether I liked something or not. It’s all about what I saw, not how I reacted to it. The film’s the subject, not me.”

How does that square with an implied “in my opinion” throughout?

In case you don’t know, Stuff White People Like is a site largely about a specific subset of poseurdom, and my complaint is that much of the humor of Midnight in Paris is right in that wheelhouse. Like I said, introducing Gertrude Stein into a film is not funny in itself. Having Hemingway speak in brusque, clipped sentences is (or can be). Why so hostile?

And if it really bothers you that I sort of insulted you by way of complaining about all the people in my particular theater that annoyed me, there’s an implied “in my opinion” through all of this.

I applaud you for noticing how that “…it’s all very Stuff White People Like, which you can tell by their secret handshake, pedantic laughing.”

The question I have is, how did you see all of this in a dark theater? It seems as if you relish the idea of catching reasonably well-read White People in the act of being reasonably well-read White People. Did you go to the theater with night vision gear to catch White People in the act of enjoying Woody’s literary references?

Sure, us reasonably well-read Whities do enjoy being able to track Woody’s slightly opaque (to many or most people) literary references, and damn us all! – we do enjoy the trip, too. After all, most comedies, today, offer a mixture fart and scat jokes, mindless sight gags, and Jack Black mugging and eye-rolling.

So, please, cut the horse-pukky psychobabble about pseudo-intellectual White Folk – you don’t appear in the least any more intellectual for your efforts.