Non-P, but re: professional critics

[Mark Thibodeau]

The critics can go fuck themselves, man. Charlie Brooker's The Death of
2020 on Netflix, while rarely living up to the genius of his best (i.e.
earliest) "Wipe" specials or Black Mirror episodes, is a more than
serviceable little end of the year light-weight comedy confection, with
just enough bite to maintain one's attention, and just enough Easter Eggs
and barely hidden delights among the details to please fans of the
smarty-pants, know-it-all comedic tradition from which it hails.

Is it a work of staggering genius? No. But not everything can be Nathan
Barley, or the handful of undeniably magnificent Black Mirror episodes
extant.

I almost avoided it because of the critics' near unanimous assaults. Don't
make that mistake. The Death of 2020 is well worth your time.