We're not all negative reviews and dour, pro-war diatribes here at Thinking as a Hobby.

No, sometimes we enjoy a fine piece of historical film criticism. At times like these, I turn to The Poor Man.

Not only does he manage to elucidate the complicated relationship between the quality and entertainment value of a film and the time, effort, and money spent making them.

He also provides a detailed analysis, virtually scene by scene, of what is objectively considered the best film of all time, by anyone with even half a damn brain: Action Jackson.

Here's just a small taste of the delights that await if you haven't already clicked the link way up there at the start of this blog:

Coach [Craig T. Nelson] captures them, spirits Vanity away, and then ties up Action and tells his whole evil plan to blithely murder minor characters until the movie ends. Does Carl Weathers get away? He's Apollo Creed, fool! He beat up Rocky! He fought the Predator! He played for the Oakland Raiders, and the Canadian Football League, where they throw around a case of LaBatt's instead of a ball! He's fucking Carl Weathers! He beats the crap out of all of Coach's henchmen, and then decides to crash Coach's evil rich people party.

Bon appetit, film connoisseurs!