When 2012 started, I had it all figured out. And by "all" I mean Entertainment Weekly, my favorite infuriating magazine. Entertainment Weekly, for those of you who aren't familiar with it, is sort of like the Regina George of culture magazines if Regina George was also a hipster, occasionally funny, and just self-aware enough to know better. Their 2011 year-end round-up was so ridiculous, I was determined to believe that they were just screwing with me, but I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. The "Best of" lists were so far-fetched--( Melancholia was the best movie of the year? The Submission was the best book? What?!?!) Magazines and the critics who write for them have always been accused of being contrarian just for the sake of being so--Lisa Schwarzbaum of EW is the biggest name that jumps to mind (pun intended). She seems hell-bent on only liking movies nobody else has ever heard of. What makes EW so ludicrous is that most of the
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