When I was a kid, I loved watching Disney animated films—stuff like Mulan, Tarzan, Aladdin. Those movies weren’t just well-made; they were fun to watch, and sometimes they’d break into song-and-dance numbers. So when the teacher asked us to write a review of a film we’d seen, I wrote about those. My feelings were pretty genuine—about as genuine as the game impressions I write now. And unsurprisingly, the teacher tore me a new one. She said I was shallow, criticized a bunch of things I’ve long since forgotten (this was primary school), but one line stuck with me. “American movies are all about commercialization. They have zero artistic value. What’s there to even write a review about?”