Sure, his movies are "semi-decent," writes Melissa Lafsky, but look at the big picture: "His persona, actions, and body of work stand for the victory of a wretched set of luck and circumstances that solidify the current septic tank state of the American Dream. [...] Roth's career -- and even the success of Hostel -- has rested on the unbelievably lucky move of becoming Quentin Tarantino's shoulder monkey." Oh yes she did, and then some. If you read one ego-deflating knuckle sandwich of an essay today, make it this one. [The Awl]