As a freshman, I made this Nostalgia Critic ripoff. It was fashionable at the time.
The video has a long laundry list of problems. The topic is dull, the audio is mixed badly, and I clearly skipped classes in acting school. However, as something with “Batman” and “Dracula” in the title, it attracted views. If I were more marketing savvy, I would have added “Swedish Models”.
Eventually, the comments started rolling in.
Good start. My freshman ego flew.
I admired his dedication. Not his spelling, but his dedication.
A Youtube classic, of course. The community isn’t exactly known for having fireside chats about Ellison. Any comment that doesn’t look like spam or an insult is a well-veiled insult.
I think that a theme is coming together here.
It goes on like this for some time.
The mistake on my end was leaving “review” out of the title. Evidently pirates too blitzed on whip-its to find a torrent use Youtube. Cue angry teenagers. For me, the surprise isn’t the tone of the response, but the constant fixation on my blackness. I didn’t think we were past the racial divide in any real way*. But I thought we’d inched at least two steps ahead before the obligatory flip backwards.
This isn’t my first encounter with racism, but it is the funniest. I never imagined bigots as a secondary market for a movie about Bruce Wayne slap-fighting Dracula. That would explain the Aryan Brotherhood adopting Nightwing versus the Wolfwoman** as their manifesto.
I’m fine with flaming. The internet thrives as a free arena for criticism, and you should go back to the 1950’s if you’re not ready to take your share. But I’d like to be judged by the content of my shitty video’s character.
*Don’t you love airport screening?
**If this actually existed, Nightwing would probably try to sleep with her.