The critics

Last night, we watched Pushing Daisies, the new ABC show that has critics raving.  (See this and this, for example.)  Mr. Bookworm and I sat in bewildered silence as actors spoke their lines at such machine gun pace we couldn’t understand them without subtitles and, to the extent we understood anything, it was uninteresting.  The only amusing thing was my husband’s bewilderment:  “I don’t understand this.  The critics liked it!”  No matter how many times they fail, my husband keeps his unwavering faith in the critics.  I thought of this when I read that George Clooney’s latest film is tanking at the box office, even though the critics like it.