We finally have something in common with David Denby.
We’ve never wanted to have anything in common with that man, other than getting paid to throw up words and have them appear on the back page of the New Yorker, but in this case snarkyness is about as bad as bad can get.
We’re guessing that somewhere in the archives of this tumblr there is something very similar to snark, but this isn’t it.
This is about as snarky as rain on your wedding day is ironic. Of course, we could be wrong, and this could be sarcastic.
Pros: Honestly, we don’t know. Our view of the world is still shaken from this traumatic experience.
