As of this writing, the review, published today, has garnered 37 comments, most of the "Is Nick yet another film dick from NYU or Columbia's film studies program? Go pontificate about Godard's latest bout of diarahea or something" variety.
(This bit of reactionary douchecock's stereotypical image of an effete film snob will seem doubly hilarious if you've ever drank beer with Nick.) Nolan skeptic David Edelstein's negative New York review has similarly garnered 89 combative comments so far (plus one industry-brownnosing faux-populist screed). The film comes out on Friday, remember—almost none of these bile-spewing commenters have actually, you know, seen the film yet.
Critics who go against the tide of public opinion are often, as Edelstein and Pinkerton have been, accused of having written their pans before they saw the movie, at least metaphorically—trolling, that is, for the sake of elitism or name-making contrarianism or whatever the fuck. I've always found this hilarious, because, dear internet, I spend more of my time watching movies than you do, and given my chosen profession (which nobody ever got into for the money), I find that the notion of me actively wanting to dislike a movie displays a pretty fundamental misunderstanding of how masochistic I am (not very, in fact). But, you know, continue, comments sections, to say that people who didn't like a movie you haven't seen knew they didn't like it before they saw it.