Guardian critics drop any pretense of objectivity and attempt to troll anyone they can.
No more heroes: music
No more heroes: film
No more heroes: writers
No more heroes: television
No more heroes: music
Why did Kurt Cobain whine and grimace like a man with crippling haemorrhoids? Maybe it was because he was a genius who channelled the existential despair of an entire generation through his poetic songwriting. Maybe he did have haemorrhoids. Or maybe it was because he was embarrassed. Embarrassed by the fact that Generation X had mistaken his navel-gazing lyrics and tuneless, guitar-thrashing noises for something more meaningful. Embarrassed by his crappy old jumper and lifeless, can't-do-a-thing-with-it hair. Embarrassed by the knowledge that, yes, he was in the defining band of the early 90s; but that the early 90s was the most rubbish era in pop history.
No more heroes: film
Blade Runner is a steaming puddle of hopelessly muddled, abysmally dull wee-wee that means bugger-all with bells on. So why the praise? Because nobody wants to admit they don't get it, even though ladling meaning onto such hollow tosh is as smart as worshipping a potato.
No more heroes: writers
Pop-lore posits the Beat writer as a cartographer of social discomfort: a radical who refused literary constraints. The Beat writer was, in fact, a layabout who couldn't hold down a cogent idea.
No more heroes: television
The way that Carrie Bradshaw and her cron(i)es have come to be regarded as role models in this country proves just how in the thrall of America British women really are. Four vain, vacuous, materialistic fashion victims, [Sex and the City's] heroines spent most of their 5/6/7 series shopping, having lunch and cooing over men.Their taste in men by the way was, like their taste in clothes, depressingly conservative - very American, very 80s.