Making fun of Richard Roeper is like playing "Tag, you're it!" with a cerebral palsy patient. So I don't need to elaborate all that much about his smug asswipe review of Breakfast on Pluto which popped up last night on TV as I was flipping stations. Maybe it's his disgusting, contorted frog-face as it spittled when he lispingly mocked Cillian Murphy's performance that got my blood boiling...or perhaps it was just the fact that he's one of, like, three film critics that most people in the county are aware of that did it. Either way, the only way to counter bad TV criticism seen by millons of viewers is to write incisive online criticism that no one will read. So they can't chisel on my tombstone that I didn't try. To continue our Neil Jordan salvage effort (look for our next symposium to take this to the next level), we proudly present, up today, Reverse Shot's exclusive Neil Jordan interview and Breakfast on Pluto companion piece. Read it if you have time, but more importantly, go see the film, one of the year's best.
