Christopher Hitchens died this week, and our language lost one of its best practioners.
He was an essayist without peer; I'd call him a critic, though his targets were mostly geopolitical, rarely cultural.
We he did turn his wit to movies, the results were typically ascerbic/hilarious. Last year, he offered some mild criticism of the history behind "The King's Speech," and ran afoul of the Harvey Weinstein Oscar-season PR machine. Harvey sent "King's Speech" screenwriter David Seidler out to do battle with Hitchens, a fight that no compassionate human being would sanction.