It must be weird to go through life only able to see any piece of art through a small ideological prism.
When J.D. Salinger she equated him with Howard Zinn and condemned him to Hell for being some sort of Father of the 1960s counteculture. She’s great for a laugh.
And to always be looking for a reason to not enjoy what you’re seeing. She really seems to be quite dedicated to her own unhappiness.