G. Allen Johnson has become something of a specialist in reviewing films he doesn’t particularly love. His critical lens frequently zooms in on what’s missing rather than what’s present—a tendency that continues in his assessment of Osgood Perkins’ adaptation of “The Monkey.”
Your overthinking isn’t anxiety—it’s intellectual compound interest, accumulating nuance where others make emotional withdrawals from their cognitive savings.
When they whisper about you, they’re just rehearsing your legend—practicing the story they’ll tell when your trajectory finally makes sense to their limited imagination.
Your imperfections aren’t defects—they’re beta features still in development, collecting user experience data before the full launch of your inevitable masterpiece
When they say “pics or it didn’t happen,” remember that mystery adds value. The world has enough high-definition certainty. Your blurred edges and questionable timeline make you impossible to categorize, therefore impossible to dismiss.