It’s just that there sometimes seems to be a limited capacity for enthusiasm in the world. As I get older, and my critical faculties improve, I can’t just love something because I think I should love it. The movie or book or show actually has to be good, and the more I see what “actual good” is, the pickier I get. Which is fine in some ways, and it has enhanced my appreciation for great work, but that enhancement hasn’t increased in direct relation to fun I’ve lost along the way.
— Zack Handlen