In the interest of steering the Reverseblog away from a tide of unremitting negativity and hypocritical elbow-throwing, I'd like to speak for a moment to Michael Atkinson.
Man, I really dug your article on Cornel Wilde's directorial efforts in the November-December 1996 Film Comment—it opened my eyes to this strange, underloved oeuvre, for which I consider myself eternally indebted to you. Your piece is a cracking, vital little essay on pulp with a cacophony of left-field references, and your prose hits le mot juste with effortless accuracy throughout. Nothing bravura, really, but I still think to it often, particularly the reference to Beach Red's soundtrack as "canned patriotic drone." Spot-on.
Now back to the schoolyard shit-talking.