I don’t worry about spoilers. If you haven’t seen these movies, tv shows, or haven’t read or listened to these books or podcasts, then you probably won’t know what I’m talking about when I reference them. I might “spoil” a plotline here and there. I might ruin your chance at experiencing any of these things for yourself for the first time.
I have thoughts on this. Namely that the whole “spoiler alert” thing is bullshit. If you don’t want to know what happens, then don’t go looking for reviews. Don’t go looking for the real reviews, anyway. Those little blurbs here and there about whether you should watch a movie or not, those are just ads. They’re designed to persuade or dissuade. They aren’t actual reviews. They don’t mean a fucking thing.
Real reviews, in my estimation, are a record of one person’s experience. They’re a measure of how we are impacted by the media we’ve chosen to experience for ourselves. They’re an amalgamation of every minute of our lives we’ve lived up to the point when we watched, read, or listened to something, and a piecing together how that something has been incorporated into our psyche. What does it make us think about? What does it make us feel? Why? What connections can we draw? How do these things compare to the message or effect the creators were intending? What does this have to say about the nature of these types of art? What does it say about the nature of the human experience itself?
It’s more than just a “should I watch this?” kind of thing. It’s more than some two-bit, never thought hard about anything in their entire lives chump who logs into IMDB or Amazon to lay out the required number of characters to say, essentially, “O.M.G.” mostly because they know what they have to say isn’t interesting enough for anyone else in their lives to take them seriously. It’s a kneejerk reaction. Just like everything social media. Zero effort. There are exceptions that prove this rule, obviously, but there always are.