People think being a movie critic is all fun and games, and that would be true if every movie in release was worth seeing. Unfortunately, trying to see the "big" movies every week means wading through a lot of unmitigated trash. Far from fun, it can often be genuinely disheartening to be confronted with such mediocrity week after week, and then have to evaluate such wastes of time in order to warn others away.
But sometimes (once or twice a year, if I'm lucky), I come across a film that makes it all worthwhile - a movie that, in one swift motion, temporarily wipes away all the boredom and disgust that comes with being a weekly moviegoer in this increasingly dreadful Hollywood market, and makes cinema beautiful again. "Gone Baby Gone" is one of those special films, and may very well be the finest motion picture I've had the pleasure of seeing in the past seven years. Simply put, it's why I go to the movies.