An Open Letter to Samuel L. Jackson

This is a letter for the most important man with the surname Jackson ever:

Mr. Jackson,

You are terrible.

Just kidding. See, I got your attention. Please read on...

According to a website I've never heard of, you said that you hate online critics because they are cowards. In your own words:

"All these people can sit at home and can blog. They can say bad things about you online and you don't know who they are but they know who I am. It's totally unfair. I know my face, you know my face. I want to see you. Meet me at this place here and let's have that discussion: 'What did you mean washed up and always yelling and screaming? And if you don't believe it's me call this number.' I enjoy engaging critics in that way."

    I myself am a blogger and a critic. I have said some nasty things about some people in your line of work, but never about you. I will say terrible, mean things about you, however, if it means I'll get the chance to meet you. Only then I might be too afraid to meet you. There's no denying that you do scream a lot, but you're in no way washed up. Actually I'd love to talk to you about your work. How do you feel about this stuff?

        I really hope this is a real quotation from you, by the way, because wow, someone's taking us seriously.
        Hell, we don't take ourselves seriously.
        More Hollywood types do need to take the blogs seriously, because we are the fleas on the dog now. Wait no that's wrong. We are the ones controlling who sees your movies. But, honestly, in your case, I'll see anything you're in. It could be called "A Giant Piece of Crap Movie: Samuel L. Jackson Time" and I'll go see it. "Do Not See This Movie if You Do Not Want To See the Worst Movie Ever" is a movie I would go see if you were in it. But you wouldn't be because you pick projects well.
        So yeah, please let me, Mitchell Geller of FilmCatcher.com talk to you about this or anything. If you read so many reviews and blogs you'll definitely read this. Right? This doesn't reek of bullshit, right? Not a fake?
        You were Mace Windu, for godsakes!

Sincerely,
Mitchell Geller

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