The film draws some interesting parallels between the Heckler and the Critic who, more and more, seem to be operating in a world of absolutes, driven by ego, protected by anonymity, and adding less and less to a meaningful dialogue. As a person who, in the past, has written some rather nasty personal attacks on creators (I regretfully point you to my “review” of as the most blatant example of this), I have had a building nausea associated with these sorts of ubiquitous diatribes. Lately I have been going through a process of evaluating why I have chosen to write about comics and documentaries, what I hope to add to the world at large, and my own sense of self. #3 has provided further insight into my misgivings and my understandings.
“if the main reason we listen to music in the first place is to hear passion expressed-as I've believed all my life-then what good is this music going to prove to be? What does that say about us? What are we confirming in ourselves by doting on art that is emotionally neutral? And, simultaneously, what in ourselves might we be destroying or at least keeping down?”