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At the Matter Press blog, David Aichenbaum looks at the True Grit required from compressed creative arts:

A few friends go out to see True Grit, a western. They’re hyped up for action. They’re set for loaded guns and bountiful facial hair, enough to hijack trains. They’re ready for loose women in states of undress. The world is good.

But when the friends leave the theater they’re shaking their heads. Nary a bustline in sight. And while the body count was acceptable, nothing to laugh at, there’s the sense that the film was in some way deficient.

“A disappointment,” one says.
“Not what I was expecting.”
“What was the point?”
Witness the”so what?” event.

Observe as it retrospectively circles, this vulture, before winging itself down to settle and scavenge, to pick the bare bones and empty sockets of so many of our less fortunate fictions.

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