What started as a personalized sales pitch for one of my all-time favorite albums, one I still play at least once a day (admittedly, part of that is my obsessiveness at work), has devolved into a rant about why 90% of the art I consume is a waste of fucking time. (Even if I like a film, the crotchety old man within me is asking, ???What???s the point???? Because isn???t something I merely ???like?