I've realized lately that I am a poor movie reviewer as well. A month or so ago, I went with my son and brother-in-law to see The Amazing Spider-Man.
I loved the movie. If I had to pick out any poor points was during the mind-boggling array of web-swinging--oh, by the way, I did NOT watch this in 3D. Those scenes made me very dizzy, and I reminisced on my first viewing of the first Transformers movie and how during the fighting I didn't quite know who was who.
Did the movie entertain?
Enough said. I listened to a number of podcasts afterwards about how they thought that, once again, we had to endure the origins of Spiderman. I didn't care. I liked the movie, and when compared with the Spiderman movies from a few years ago, I treat them as different versions of the same tale. I liked the origin of this one.
It entertained. It did its job. I came out of the movie with a sense of exhilaration, that I felt like I could be Spider-Man. I know how stupid that may sound, and of course I don't possess any superpowers (although, if I did, I would keep it secret . . .).
Entertainment. That's it. Sure, as a writer, I'll try and predict how the story is going to go, and many times I'm right. But it still did its job: to entertain.