None. Absolutely none. You wanna know why? New Moon. That's why. For once, we had a good piece of cinema holding the title of best opening day (Dark Knight), and you-yes, YOU-stripped that mere months from the fact and tossed it to the single greatest piece of garbage ever to disgrace a movie screen.

And I blame you. You know who you are. You're the tasteless gremlins who can't see past the purple prose and realize you've been giving a no-talent hack billions upon billions of dollars for writing down her personal sex fantasies. It's you guys who are destroying the art of writing by giving money to this... this... idiot. The writing is god-awful and desperately in need of a REAL editor. How Stephanie Meyer actually managed to fool that many of you with her shallow slop of a Harlequin romance novel is beyond me.

It's all your fault, and I hate you for it.