I'm an Official Film Reviewer! The Capital's Elite Are Baffled by My Reviews

(The rating has just come in, and it will rise later~) [Completely New Premise] + [Savage Roasting of Terrible Movies] + [Side-Splitting Jokes] + [Entertainment Industry's Paraquat]

After being stabbed to death by a crazed fan of a certain traffic star, Xu Zhuo, the sharpest-tongued critic in the roasting scene, transmigrates to a parallel world.

This time, though, he has a proper job and gets invited to join the variety show The Final Review!

At first, people think he's there to make up the numbers. Once the show airs, they realize he's there to slaughter them.

Capital Film Circle: Are we really just bad at making movies? They won't let us film anything, no matter the genre. You should be the ones taking the blame for censoring us!

Xu Zhuo: You call that an odd genre? Wrestling is niche, yet it gave us Dangal. All you want to make is Come Here, Sister-in-Law!

Reviewing Tiny Times.

Xu Zhuo: Love without material comforts is just a pile of sand. A movie without a plot is a pile of crap. Welcome to the world of awful movies, the legendary Nine-Turn Large Intestine! Chef Sisi, come carve it by hand!

Reviewing Bureau 749.

Xu Zhuo: Nothing to roast. It's the greatest apocalypse movie ever made! Just imagine the world is ending right now, and only Wang Junkai can save you. Terrifying, isn't it?

Reviewing Fleet of Time.

Xu Zhuo: This movie has two big highlights. First, it turns Fang Hui into Jia Bing. Second, it uses two hours to create a song. Among all the awful movies, you've got a uniquely impressive frame.

The Capital Film Circle, which had once conquered half the film industry in Jiuzhou, is left completely dumbfounded by Xu Zhuo's reviews.

If you're so good at tearing things apart, why don't you make something yourself?

Xu Zhuo: Oh? Then I will! Now we're finally in the field I'm best at...