An easy way to exercise what you consider your wit is to write scathing reviews—be they of films, books, or any other art form. What could be more fun than having an audience for your cleverness at some artist’s expense? And the meanest reviewers have the biggest audience, because the devil always has all the good lines.
What is safer than taking pot shots at someone who can’t fire back? Those artists that are even given a platform to defend their work are reluctant to mount it, for they are bound to sound defensive, and to respond to an unfair attack is to dignify it with a response. So it isn’t surprising most writers and other artists don’t have a good relationship with reviewers.
“Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley