Tabitha: It doesn’t matter, I’m gonna destroy your play.
Riggan: But you didn’t even see it. Did I do something to offend you?
Tabitha: As a matter of fact, you did. You took off space on theater wich otherwise might have been used on something worthwile.
Riggan: Okay… well. I mean, you don’t even know if it’s any good or not… I didn’t…
Tabitha: That’s true; I haven’t read a word of it or even seen the preview. But after the opening tomorrow I’m gonna turn in the worst review anyone has ever read and I’m gonna close your play. Would you like to know why? Because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. Measuring your worth in weekends? Well this is the theater and you don’t get to come in here and pretend you can write, direct and act in your own propaganda piece without coming through me first. So break a leg.
Riggan: Wow. You know… What has to happen in a person’s life to become a critic anyway? What are you writing? Another review? Is that any good? Is it? Did you even see it? Let me read it.
Tabitha: I will call the police!
Riggan: Call the police… let’s read your fuckin’ review. “Lacklustre…” That’s just labels. Marginality… You kidding me? Sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. That’s a label. That’s all labels. You just label everything. That’s so fuckin’ lazy… You just… You’re a lazy fucker. You know what this is? You even know what that is? You don’t, You know why? Because you can’t see this thing if you don’t have to label it. You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge.
Tabitha: Are you finished?
Riggan: No! I’m not finished! There’s nothing here about technique! There’s nothing in here about structure! There’s nothing in here about intentions! It’s just a bunch of crappy opinions, backed up by even crappier comparisons… You write a couple of paragraphs and you know what? None of this cost you fuckin’ anything! The Fuck! You risk nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! I’m a fucking actor! This play cost me everything… So I tell you what, you take this fucked malicious cowardly shitty written review and you shove that right the fuck up your wrinkly tight ass.
Tabitha: You’re no actor, you’re a celebrity. Let’s be clear on that. I’m gonna kill your play.
My thoughts on this:
Despite what many may think, we should practise editorial independence. Yes, best to prove the detractors wrong with deeds. Don’t, however, misquote me. Don’t write out of context. You have a point or two and I respect that. Let’s not pretend to be objective when there is no objectivity. Enough.