Xu Mao was a veteran film buff and an up-and-coming film critic.
Whether from Mainland China, Hong Kong, or Taiwan, he had watched all sorts of classic films. In the past, his greatest joy was eating a bowl of instant noodles while watching a movie, followed by reading the reviews of professional critics. To him, that was pure enjoyment.
In recent years, however, he had noticed that the reviews written by those so-called critics seemed increasingly absurd, completely lacking that resonant connection to his own thoughts. He even felt that these critics weren't even as articulate as he was.
Chapter 135