From me!

And others who are willing to do thoughtful reviews and gain a reputation. At which point they'll start selling ad space on their blogs or go to a pay site. Eventually the media (or a medium) will twig to what their audience wants and the cycle begins again.

Aside: One of my favorite episodes of The Critic, the animated show where Jon Lovitz plays a blowhard film reviewer, is where he gets fed up with the crap and decides to quit and become a trucker...

Truthfully? The days of the movie critic are as dead as disco. The studios have already learned how to co-opt professional critics, so for every Roger Ebert, you have thirty or forty Paul Wunders or Harry Knowles who'll give the worst piece of shit a great review so long as they continue to get free stuff from the publicists. Between this and the incredible mix of elitism and hypocrisy demonstrated by most critics, nobody under the age of 50 gives a fart in a high wind what a newspaper critic has to say about films, and that's because nobody under the age of 50 bothers to read newspapers. Instead, between blogs and IMs from friends (the big excuse among studio executives for some of the biggest flops of the last five years is that teenagers are texting each other during the movie to warn friends away from the latest clot), the average person can get a much better idea of whether they'd want to see a film than the advice of some fiftysomething Cat Piss Man who quotes from the press kit.

And to offend everybody else, noting the current screaming and crying in Publisher's Weekly and elsewhere about the decline of the book review section in newspapers nationwide, what the hell did you expect? Ninety-nine percent of newspaper and magazine book reviewers are dweebs whose sole motivation for taking the job is to be able to brag that they read the latest Big Book before everyone else, as well as in snagging free books. (When I edited SciFiNow.com in 2000, I had to fire one reviewer who was plagiarizing reviews written by other authors: she couldn't keep up with the books she was getting, but she didn't want the eternal gravy train to end, as she was making a considerable addition to her disability checks by selling those advance copies.) Publishers don't buy newspaper ads (these are the same publishers, by the way, who expect gushing reviews after handing out review copies as if they're giving out splinters from the True Cross) and indie and chain bookstores generally don't bother, and the same people who bitch about how Tribune newspapers are cutting book sections are the same wankers who refuse to buy the paper in the first place. Consistently and eternally, book review sections in newspapers are a financial loss, and they always have been. It could be tolerated in the days before Craigslist and eBay sucked up the papers' classified revenues, but the fat has to be cut somewhere, and whining and crying about how anybody who supports the cuts is a Philistine just proves how worthless they were in the first place.

Most likely, bloggers.

More power to it.

No vested interests, no easy way for the Hollywood establishment to try to manipulate them.

Of course, that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.

The same place the news will be coming from. The internet.